Monsters Move Over by JT Curtis
"Move Over"
Move over
I’m coming in
Right side
Left, uncovered
Move over
I’m coming in
Left side,
Right?
Rite.
Write.
Right?
Move over
I’m coming in
Right side
Left, uncovered
Light
or
No Light.
Move over
I'm coming in...
Light
or
No Light.
(LadyLabyrinth /2020)
“Find You” / Ruelle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66BkR217GcY
"What makes a man or woman, 'Human'?
What makes a 'Human'
put thoughts into words into stories?
Surely, it is the Soul, the Higher Self
that has the wish to convene with other souls.
Is "LOVE" not the truest form of collaboration?
When Love transports a human
out of the story into real life,
then souls truly do meet."
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Quotes
poems, short stories
The snow is gently falling
Upon the barren ground
Melted slowly but was almost gone
only to return
Not wanting leave the season
Robins returning from the south
Searching for food on the frozen ground
Only finding mere scraps
Crows chasing around barren trees
Looking for a new spring mate
Flowers trying to peek and catch
a glimpse of the sun
The sun playing hide and seek with clouds
Laughing while it plays hot and cold
With the seasons
Winter does not want to leave
while spring is slowly nudging its way in.
05/04/16
Ok guys, now listen-up
It's time we're moving on
Yeah it's been fun, but sure enough
The good times here, are gone
Now, We have to realize
that it's been several years
That little boy, has grown-up
And now has other fears
Remember Lou, what you used to do
At the foot of the poor boys bed
I thought the kid, would poop his pants
When you cut off your head
And Chuck, with all those sounds
Like a creaking closet door
Made every haunt we pulled
Seamed to scare him so much more
The rest of you, you did your best
In messing with his head
Living here in cramped conditions
Underneath his bed
I wish I, still could say
We could make him, fear for life
But that job has now been taken
For he has a gained a wife
hola sh!t!
who are YOU?
spanky girl
in thigh high
boots! whoah!
shadow long
disguised a form
petite in size
since the day
i was born
wHip! my lip
sticks out
and I pout
when I don’t
get what i want
Patient as
spit on a fire
and I come out
with intent
and desire
so move over…
gentlemen
it’s time to hire
something that works
cosmic my
Rogue.ish grammar
burped a turd
into propers
manners…
top robers
robbers of our hood
I’m a vent I said
and you’re the Marylin
with your panties all wet
I’m moving in
and taking over this place.
"...Marlin, it wasn't my club..."
"...look out, the ocean's mad..."
The dawn purloined by a shadowed thief,
in the kitchen morning blues were stealing,
across the sprawl of formica grief
with hot buttered daybreak unappealing.
Perforations flooded to slake the thirst,
and down on thermoplastic, kneeling,
a hot Hail Mary brewed and burst
and spiderweb cracked the ceiling.
The chain mail pot spilled a stain of toffee
and dreams died once more with feeling,
rats in the walls tapped a preference for coffee
with the legend: “Move over, Darjeeling.”
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