Music Horror Poems

The melodic tinkle of the music box moved her.
She arose with her pretty tresses and floor length silk
toward the shadows that possess treasures of death.
Like...

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My eyes are getting weaker,
Tho' I seem to see so much more.
My days are getting bleaker, 
Tho' I laugh more oft than before.

A laughter so...

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Horror and love


He rented a room in Puerto Lemon to make love to
a woman beautiful, but since both of them came from one of those...

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This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such,...

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A well-attended party ends;
        Halfway through, it went bust.
         ...

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Is that you there 
I recognize that stair
Those eyes of a faraway dream
Fancy seeing you here, on this twilight day 
While walking along this 
Sterile...

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Twisted and broken my bones be a jangling. 

Crying and screaming for my body be a hanging 

 Cheers and a chuckling as the klan...

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Donald Trump must be permanently lambasted...
and ewe know what else...
furloughed & barred from Whitehouse

Ducks of former self proclaimed Grand Poobah
getting lined up and goosed as...

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Oh hello there! Again!
Aah! 
Yes!
You there!

Such lovely young pretty plaything, a female?
I presume?

With the beautiful expensive suit!
I am just seeing you there like a dream...

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Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded 
watching the media Snow 
falling on tombstones

Blinding the world 
fury for the masses 
raise our glasses pour the wine...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent...

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The Beast
It rose one dreary morning from 
the cavern where it slept
unfurled its wings and took to flight
across the countryside it swept.
With ghostly eyes and...

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Horror things aren't scary anymore
Neither deformed faces nor the creepy lore

Doesn't startle me the way they used to
Doesn't make the stomach beg for a loo

I...

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Rule of law 
Burning under the sun
A smoking barrel of a Gun.
In the Shadow of her son,
The eclipse in full halo of fury’s gold,
Crimson n...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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