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Captain Robert Carnage sailed away on a leaking
ship called the Chesapeake Bay
A tattered crew sailed at his side,
a fickle crew on a dead man’s ride.
Ragged sails pussed a seafaring wreck
cracking and creaking on a reeling deck
sailing out on a sea of shame;
The Pirate Captain, he’s the blame.
A wicked captain with a wicked heart,
made um walk the plank to play their part.
To curse his deads gave him the dreads,
those that did would wake up dead.
He sent many a sailor down to the deep,
straight to the bottom from a storm tossed heap.
Then came the day when the tide would turn
and crew of bony sailors with a fish to burn,
sent a wicked hearted captain over in the drink,
Straight to the bottom from a stormed tossed heap
A demon loves you
Empty path, silence, way, rain voice, steps
Shouting the death of a silent. Rainy ivy
Oh, walk in the death, lovely life. Mine
No life. No love. Nothing doesn’t exist in my life
Nothing lives by everything, dark marble a tomb
The gravestone. Raindrops’ resting place
Every raindrop is a tear, ghost’s steps
Wet all the beds. Sleeping all the deads
Can you see that black marble gravestone?
But a red light pulsated from the tomb
Loving, loved you this heart, destroy the tomb
It’s too late. The flame died. It is late. It is late
It is too late. Hmm, oh, my, my, my only love!
Loved you, you, you, an honest heart. Love
It has already dried. Look into my empty tomb
Yeah, with the last beating, my soul has been gone
Hmm, waiting for you a gravestone, my private tomb
Please, come, this is your home. The wedding bed. Our love
You didn’t love my human life, then
Then, love, love, please my dead life
I am a demon, I am your demon
I am waiting for you in my dry coffin
Come, come, come
Hug me, hug me
Hmm, I love you
I am waiting for you
You
Only
You
ICE NINE
The sourceling of anti-matter,
morphed in, a slithering form.
From Darkness's anteroom chamber-
The wormhole, in escape-
The place where disobedience was born.
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staircase, passage-
from Satan's spawning floor.
The full embrace of the fall, from grace-
Leading to a pit, a chasm within,
a vacuous sore.....
(The Abyss)
An Epitaph to Hopes Epiphany,
suffocation of man's denial.
Viper's soliloquy on Life's Headstone-
singing Hade's Reprisal.
The Manacle Frost seeped in, absolute,
in a stigma of waves.
Grasping, ill repute,
adorning its crystal plague.
Sculpting a stoic coffin,
for the Deads Winter.
Thematic serum, preserving decay,
reserving sinners -to it's chaotic
pain of spread-eagle splay.
Delivering retribution of hydrous tentacles-
A black mosaic, sadistic, iced anti-miracles.
What once were flowing streams,
now, solid, cataracts, in the shade of heresy.
Clogged arteries,
unstirring unto Death's Trident.
Neptune's chill, unforgiving, arrant.
Blood rigid, arresting the heart of Heretics.
A frozen mirror casts justice's like image,
reflecting back from the Abyss.
Unrelenting, this visage, to the fiends,
strewn about the thick of it.
Icy fangs sink in their eternal repress.
Yes.
The Sickle of Death's Angel.
The Fog of Hade's Breath.
Verse 1
Epitaph for the Queen of the Night
A starlit siren, she shone so strongly bright,
The radiant, raving ruler of the night's riot
right.
Her dance a dream, her dress a diamond
delight,
Now silence seals the stage, the spotlight
still so slight.
The final fade, the curtain closes calmly,
clear,
Her music memory,missed moment, mist
most marvelous here.
Verse 2
Epitaph for the Dance Master
The king of the tounship (1) , a crazy champion came,
A body bent to beating drums, a legend's
lasting lame.
He spanned the shebeen stage, a shining
storm of movement mean,
Shebeen queens quaked and wept at the
dancing scene.
The beauties bleeding blushes, threw their
threads,
He leaped from tables,laid problems to
peaceful deads.
His rhythm's a ripple on the river.forever
flowing free.
The dance just disperses,but his beat
belongs to the ground and the sky.
1. Tounship--township,location, slum, ghetto,
Along with a haunting horde trick-a-treating
Dressed as ghosts, ghouls and goblins,
Dancing dwarfs and teetering giants,
Despicable despots and snarling demons,
Pirates, warlords and mercenaries,
Blood-sucking vampires and wolverines,
Dracula, zombies and Frankenstein,
Skeletons, Spiderman and scarecrows,
Walking deads or the Grim Reaper,
Pretty princesses or the wicked witches,
We too tagged along with this
wild and weird looking carnival,
Hiding our sinister thoughts
and evil designs behind
our smiling Joker's masks
to garner the most candies and toys
with our macabre charm!
Very much so as in our mundane lives
Each morn after a fitful night,
We put on the masks of
good cheers and civility,
Hiding the day's concerns and care,
Envy, hate and jealousy
behind a hypocritical smile and keen dress.
But on this eerie night of Halloween,
We get to let our masks down for a while!
~"Halloween Poem" contest by Carol Eastman
Oh nose of the Most High
Covering the globe from the sky
Smelling troubles to unfold sigh
And fill this world with cautions
You gave to us our spiritual auctions
To be the best we can cum precautions
Your nose don't teach heart off pity
Or condemn man's acts so ty
But allows redemption really gritty
Your nose withstand our sin
Under born again, we all grin
Our new life is even yet to begin
Though You were only building Your kingdom
If all end in hell, heaven won't lack blossom
Though satan could tell You he had more wisdom
Than any existing one ever lived
But his tricks You already outlived
Truly, You appreciate us; being relieved
You encourage us and love all
Even walking with You, we crawl
Yet You raise us up to Your call
Your nose smells us-- living deads
Feeding us has been not only with breads
But also fishes for those always on their beds
I wish I could make my nose smell like You
The errors in trials traveling in the blue
And the time fulfilment awaits to come true
When truth will no longer dine with lies
I wish I could smell Earth's fall and heaven's rise
How every mortal meets simple demise
I would have treasured every second
And kept it in my chest box so reckoned
By no other than my mind be beckoned
You Smell the cross
You sneeze and mourn Thy loss
To energize us drive sins away perforce
You Smell the great sacrifice
And cast away Thy eyes to paradise
How cheap it becomes more suffice
But You smell sacrifices I made
In the face of sin yet not afraid
Of the Lord's sacrifice life and death trade
You Smell every nook and cranny
You know when I have been sins nanny
Taking order from Eve its granny
Argument was never a strong point.
Based on what I know than I used it.
War was never part of the list
When being right never matters most
Doing right was of outmost importance
Never let your voice be heard by the deafs.
Let your work be seen by the blinds
Fill the heart of those who are troubled with joy.
Heaven will blow horns for your work.
Touch the souls of the deads with strings.
Keep the distance of haters away from your goal
Let be peace between the heart,the mind and soul
Bring future to those who has given up the battle.
Let be light in the eyes on dawn.
Rested are those who has found eternal peace
Lend a hand to those who has a wish
Blessed is the heart that never envies
The soul that never curse
The mind that never witches
But the mouth that encourages with wisdom.
3 Feb 2023 5:46 AM
Burried in the poplar grove along the wandering creek
A man alone in his grave a soul in deaths dark sleep
Traveling the prairie plane he stopped for the night
As he slept he passed away warmed by the fire light
He lay there peacefully in his sleeping bag
Until another poor traveler came riding by in rags
He looked upon the stiffened man and bowed his head and prayed
He checked his horse tied to a tree and gave him water and feed
Taking the deads own shovel he started his solem task
Digging the prairie bed for the man who breathed his last
He sang a durge as he dug and shed a tear for him
Then laid him in his earthen room then with earth he closed him in
He said a prayer and at his head he rolled a large stone he found
And scatched the words upon it "God bless this man in the ground"
PURGATORY
It all started with the fading date
When dusk reluctantly came late
Giving the satisfaction of a wasted day
Deads should rejoice in the grave
Not to have witnessed this home-stay.
Dawn came with sitting and dead staring
Behind the closed gate with no talking
The lizards could see a sad screen
Wondering who created a sorrowful thing.
Dawn rose with lying and deafening silence
A dreaded quiet like calm space
Except for the sound of blaring sirens
In search of a bribery case.
The bed became my kingdom
The pillow my crown
My only citizen, boredom
Who never left me in this town.
Home
Home, coming, coming. Live to
Place to place, years and years
For. Never, never coming home
Home, always just coming for
Creating just past. From my life
Hmm. I am rich. I can remember
Wanderer's life can’t get a home
Wanderer’s life can’t get a family
Wanderer’s life can’t get a love
Hmm. Don’t need. Best this life
Be alone, live alone. It’s home
Pure life, separated existence
I am poor. In my dust. From that
My death is rich for hearts deads
Otherworldly, I waited for her. Dead
Die, just die if you stay. Place at
My heart. Yeah. Given to live to be
Drop mine. Live yours. Take styles
Take styles, do your kind, go far
I go, this is a fate, only mine. Bye
Bye. You can’t understand it
Never and never
My way, my path
Wanderer life
I will go
To your
Home
from far