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At daybreak I feel relieved
Though at night I long for more violence
Only at dusk I fear for I know it is coming
Coming for me no not for me for it is me that is coming out to unleash that anger of which one holds inside
I am of evil and I am the darkness in the night I am the cruelty that comes as the sun has finished setting
My anger rises and so I let it loose
I break the chains that I myself fastened in hopes for me to not get away
Ravenous that is what I am
I stalk the weak child that is lost in the night searching for safety
And when that moment comes when he cries out in loneliness I give him my god-forsaken company
I snarl at laugh when I see the fear in his eyes
Then I put him out of his misery
Slashing at his throat I come to realize That I for one know his pain and so in his pain I plunder
The moment comes when I see that this child was mine
But that moment was too late for in that moment all I can do is stare at the lifeless corpse in front of me
Just another soul I've taken to add to my punishment of being damned for all eternity
Smiling recollections,
summer evening reflections, now
almost gone for new generations
while my venues of childhood musings
and adolescent anticipations
...near extinction.
I must concede my willingness to share
what they will never recall
- the exhilaration
when Dad would pronounce,
"We're going to the drive-in tonight".
A creature double feature,
"The Blob" and "I Was a Teenage Werewolf",
both Feep worthy presentations,
fantasmically speaking.
The impatience for dusk was matched
with the rush of a 10 minute intermission
and, while spotlights played on the
darkened screen, cardboard pizza,
Buttercup popcorn, hockey puck hamburgers,
soggy steamed dogs, and french fries,
were greedily consumed for more
than the price of admission.
Hood ice cream cups with flat wood spoons
for dessert, then back with only
one minute 'til SHOWTIME to the
mosquito safe car where "Pic" coils
repelled the infestation while smoldering
on the glove box door - mesothelioma be damned!
Then, if we didn't escape with an
early exit dash, were caught
in the dust and chaos of the only
late night traffic jam in town.
And...years later, those teenage
trysts, without permission - I'll never tell
what movie?
But, always remember "Gourmet Confessions"!
SCOTLAND'S MONSTER DINNER
walking upon the moors of Scotland i saw a sprite who
became a unicorn -- she mated with Kelpie: kissing
therianthropy --> she rode the unicorn: shedding her skin--
saltire!
I when to Restaurant Andrew Fairlie --
manager said someone got mutilated late last night -- upon the
moors of Scotland! Oh no!
Glad I ate Haggis! Sean Connery in drag -- like a werewolf
kissing Gerard Butler. Princes Street spending howls
shopping in the street in the capital! Edinburg makes
nice suits and covers all things of humans and beasts. but i
prefer Lothian Road in the west; near Leith Street! In the east!
oh ah Aaoooooo!
Like Lon Chaney drinking a pina colada!
:: 09.09.2020
He is a quiet, gentle man,
With a friendly, easy smile.
He's helpful and considerate,
Honest, without guile.
He works as the county game warden.
His family lives in the dell.
Well mannered, friendly, peaceful folk,
But no one knows them well.
If ever there is trouble,
He's there to set things right.
There is a strength within his eyes,
That no one wants to fight.
He came upon a man one night,
While out for his nightly run.
They looked into each other's eyes,\
And the stand off had begun.
They recognized each other,
As bitter enemies.
A vampire and a werewolf,
Beneath the moon and trees.
The wolf just preyed on animals,
As wolves are wont to do.
The vampire preferred human blood,
And the wolf was human too.
The vampire was new to the area,
But the werewolf called this home.
He'd guard, protect, defend this place,
If he had to fight alone.
They skirted one another,
Knowing they were evenly matched,
In strength and speed and fighting skill,
But there remained one catch.
A werewolf's bite could kill him.
The vampire knew this well,
So he bowed his acquiescence.
Where he went no one can tell.
The wolf returned to the village,
And his family in the dell,
Where he's known as a simple woodsman,
And he guards this place quite well.
In the still of the night when the moon is high,
It will give one's heart a start,
When he gives his call letting all things know,
There's a wolf pack in these parts.
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
Note: in honor of the blood moon posted on my blog the world according to cosmos
It’s a bit of a pull running up from Maida Vale
to Saint John’s Wood but my legs feel no pain.
Back then I had corded limbs
that could run on the liquid fuel
of feckless youth.
Running shoes push spirited blood
up into a glowing muscular brawn.
Speeding past Abbey Road studios
listening to Warren Zevon
hammering a piano, his hair flowing,
the music coming together with werewolf howls.
Mind and body unwinding like a clockwork ******.
A woman with a pink headband
rests on a pavement bench.
She has also been running. I sit at her feet,
she pets my long hairy ears.
my lolling tongue slurping her hand,
but I must leap away to bay at many moons
until age gnaws away the very marrow
of these my last dog-days.
100.
7 Creatures of the Night
Hihi!...hihihi!
I am a witch
And I'm a creature of the night
I can make you a sandwich
Here! Take a bite!
Hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!
I am an ogre
And I'm a creature of the night
I can tear you asunder
Will you dare me a fight?
Hehe!...hehe!...he!
I am an elf
And I'm a creature of the night
Watch your step
Or I'll take away your sight!
Huhuhuhuhuh!
I am a vampire
And I'm a creature of the night
Your blood is my desire
I wanna hold you tight!
Haah…aah…aah…
I am a banshee
And I'm a creature of the night
Come on, sing with me
To the grave be frozen with fright!
Awooh…wooh…wooh!
I am a werewolf! Woof!...Woof!
And I'm a creature of the night
Look at the top of your roof!...Woof!...Woof!
I've just hopped…Now, I'm on your right!
Brains…brains…brains…brains…brains!
I am a zombie
And I'm a creature of the night
I am coming to munch thee
Now run with all your might!
-03/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*created for English 413 under Dr. Minnie P. Chan
Life Of A Canine Named "Pooch”...
Equally Worthy As Mine
No explanation why,
the following unpleasant memory
shocked this systemofadown human vie
bur rent lee, suddenly, and oppressively
as if...a heavy object
fell from the sky
knocking render yours truly
into a crash test dummy
tail spinning vertigo,
where the soul of this guy
at this moment, when
the following misdeed
occurred well nigh
many werewolf full
moons ago, hence a sigh
leant echo with matthew scott
till he doth die!
Nonetheless, to my
dying day I cannot
forget, nor allow
un paw din nub bull sub woofing,
recollection, yet try as I might ow
(the psychological pain
still rubbed red
dully bone raw),
where ring around
the collar of
this paw - pow
whir fully, doggedly,
grudgingly, now
fines me to em bark
with a shrill bow wow
impossibly (even
incrementally) forgive
thy then girlfriend, now
spouse of approximately
deux dozen plus
years Oh my
DOG - "holy cow"
forsaking the beautiful
faithful, and loyal "purportedly
man's beast friend,"
and ideal chow
mate, upon venting still
smoldering grief
when said wife
egregiously, heartlessly, and
indiscriminately, (though not
deliberately) evoked strife
(cross) be still finds me gnashing,
where emotional grief rife
this closing November 19th, 2018
analogous to a serrated knife
tearing, stabbing, ripping,
and gnaw zee ate
ting lee wreck conning
this melon collie life
of mine, no more valuable,
than a unconditionally loving
creature "put down"
at the Chester County S.P.C.A.
leaving this aging puppy
with an indelible frown,
which sad recollection
unleashes sorrow every noun
and again, which
unrelenting hounding
agony, asper an non
healing wound tantamount
to unsolved killings
haunting ghost town.
Children love to pretend on Halloween,
dressed up as a ghoul or a fairy queen.
And trick-or-treat is all part of the scene,
as are witches, monsters, and the unclean.
You get to go somewhere you've never been,
neither heaven nor hell, but in-between.
Be a cyborg, part human, part machine,
or a vile villain of the silver screen.
Stocked by a werewolf or a wolverine,
the perils of this night are unforeseen.
But keeping all of the candy you glean
appeals to the adventurous preteen.
Have all the fun you want, but keep it clean:
try to be scary, without being mean.
We had ghouls, ghosts,
and a goblin.
There were Skeletons, Skulls,
Batman and Robin.
A bank robber, an Indian,
and a Judge.
We had popcorn, cookies,
homemade fudge.
A Werewolf, Count Drac,
and Frankenstein.
Beer, Alcohol, and
Moonshine.
We had Joints, Dabs and
some Hash.
Skin Heads, Bikers and
White Trash.
A poker game, music,
and tattoos.
Christians, Pagans, Muslims
and a Jew.
No cops, no fights,
no drama.
No broken bone, blood
or blunt force trauma.
No one passed out
on the floor.
This was Halloween
2024.
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