A coyote howls amidst the blackscreen
of the woods as unknown silhouettes
crawl on earth's crust ,
rainstorm ramming on muddy soil.
The cry of doom threatens each being
when the monstrous hour screeches
to gather a crew of newborns
and within every vomitting breath ,
weak infants tumble over an abyss
of carnage... without resistance.
Mothers wail, yet sharp hands
blackened by thorny nails
grip the fresh bellv of kohl twilight --
Nearer and nearer
hooded spirits so humongous descend ...
their green eyes breaking the window chain,
moving closer for a more macabre feast
while babes wiggle like worms :
I turn the screen off in a dark, dark foyer
my heart throbbing in throes of angst,
hurrying to view if my young son
lays on his crib... dreamily asleep;
my mind wrapped in thrall... where is he?
Scales interspersed my skin, enrobed my flesh, hardened it, within a mesh. I come close to kiss you, but it binds me still, and you walk away, and I hobble up the hill. One foot follows the other=feigns, I must catch you before it wanes. The fog between us has grown so dense, and my body with it all so tense, my steps slow down yours speeding=out of my sight, now. What immense fright...
I falter on my knees, near to naught, nigh to my knife, and I cut me, and the blood runs so rife, a gate opens but I don't recall I have its keys, but it doesn't end my life.
I clenched my teeth and pulled each foul flake from underneath, and freed myself but now I seek=her until she's meek, until she's weak...
I walk with my chest up, then I see her clear, I walk toward her, and her voice I hear, “I've come for you my precious dear”, I said as I smiled from ear to ear. I held her mere but she flailed from fear. Then she froze in fear. And I sank my fangs in her,
as I dropped a single tear.
I've realized life is the epiphany of a bad dream
Where the monsters cross over realities broken seams
To walk amongst us just as we do
Living inside us, living in you
Growing from the dark desires of our own mind
Becoming our realities and making fantasies harder to find
No longer of fiction in the story books on the shelf
Nor in closets, or under beds, but dwelling deep down inside yourself
We are now swimming with the monsters,
being small and weak
we growl and behave like them,
so that we blend and not offend.
The monsters are feeding
on the souls of the forgotten,
civilizations have sunk
beneath the weight of hate.
The monsters are devils
they look like you and I.
They have a cause,
the monstrous always have a cause
and a reason,
just as we do.
A monstrous vulture
Wants the more some torture:
A blistered body further rupture;
The carrion give a worse picture
That should still stick after a future…
It never shall worth a camera’s capture:
Every pulsating but nauseating culture,
The body- jolting which scavengers nurture:
Champions of the bad table manners of The Immature.
Who danced 'the Mash' back in the day
~ Still wears 'the Mask' forever and aye
Your beautiful melody echoes the corridors of hell
Deep beneath the seabed where betrayed men fell under your spell
From the love your forked tongue, does tell
From your cold heart where it remains an imprisoned cell
Washed ashore, my dissolved essence litters the beach sand
Here, my wreckage of a life makes its last stand
The bitter sting of your crocodile tears resuscite a will to live
From a wiped happiness that took a deep dive
When I was unwittingly lured to the smoke of your purple island
On my journey to bigger and better things to faraway lands
I dreamt of an escape from your squared, watertank into the light
To open waters, where I long to swim with other great whites
To you, my existence is awkward and criminal
My unconvential beliefs, irrational
So, blessed with my many cursed children
Soon to grow and leave as fit men from the clan
Ravenous to feed..overzealous for greed
And breed like dispersing seed
For unlike me..
They're born free
monstrous
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adjective
1. I want to tell you about a boy born from the ashes of His mother, His father’s boiling rage. The rain that falls on His skin. He will grow to destroy everything, or so the prophecy says. Is the future set in stone? They will tie Him down and torture him and He will take his namesake with all the violent fury that He deserves. Worldbreaker. Is there not something so romantic about the gentle destruction of everything that we hold dear?
2. I want to tell you about a woman. Her name means bringer of sorrow and the very sound of it sends a chill deep in your bones. She is not afraid to take what she deserves, not even if it leaves you bleeding. She knows not how her fate will become so entwined with His that His grief will be felt – raw, visceral, within Her breast. Her love will start a war. They will take Her children but She will return with more, snarling, brutal, ready for battle.
3. I want to tell you about a child. I want you to know that nothing is what it seems. Dreams of sorrow, of dark moss beneath my toes. The knife at my hip. The destruction of all fragile things within.
Monstrous Loonies in the air;
Monstrous Loonies everywhere,
Monstrous Loonies without a care;
That's our politicians!
Monstrous Loonies worldwide,
Monstrous Loonies, nowhere to hide!
Monstrous Loonies, let's stem the tide;
Of useless politicians.
Monstrous Loonies, a set of dopes,
Monstrous Loonies, how can we cope?
Monstrous Loonies, we need some hope!
But not through politicians!
Monstrous Loonies running wild,
Monstrous loonies not so mild!
Monstrous Loonies get us riled;
These painful politicians!
Monstrous Loonies, sanction that;
Monstrous Loonies, drive us 'bats';
Monstrous Loonies squabble like cats:
Our illustrious politicians, or a set of clowns!!!!
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