We'll dread
If we're on our deathbed
We'll cry
For we're going to die
That sin
It's a turmoil within
So pale
To feel so very frail
In hours
I'll give you a flower
Suppose
I'll give you a red rose
Last breath
So taste the kiss of death
Track: The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister
Track: Slipknot - Psychosocial
Tribute to our limerick humorist, Tom Cunningham.
This poem written as response to his poem: WINTER’S END HUMOR
DEFAMATION OF CHARACTERS AT WINTER’S END
This Tom is a son of a gun, “Oh shoot!”
Exclamation blunt as this poet coot
Defames one more fellow,
With ink makes him bellow.
Another slipknot, “Oh shoot!”
2/26/2020
Quite a thing a sting
Drive down hard eternity
Slipknot creeps your flying venom
Bring your vial of death to me
You need no trial to make a point
Denied your paltry platitude
You set the mood to take me down
A single pass destruction
True you left a mark on me
Not deftly my destruction bee
I walk away no injury
Accept the mind true altered
Sept 11, 2019
Demonically Dispossessed
...man has the ability to express great love,
and dispense great evil...
The legions of darkness descend as they beastly bewilder and offend
The serpents of Babylon attend as their ecumenical evil does extend
In a pandemonium plunge with pernicious pains and succulent sponge
With tenacious tongues they lunge and fast fade away as they expunge
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In their fallacious faculties fermenting feces frolicking the wasteland
Demonic disciples preach profanities before the sanguineous sand
As they efficiently eviscerate exigently under their hellion command
For they are curious to castrate the condemned as their cries demand
~~~
Within their taunting tantalize as hearts bleed amidst the scarlet skies
Their goal the soul to compromise and for love to cripple and capsize
In a vortex venomous vile blasphemous broods of a damnation defile
For we must battle the bile as warriors of light with a sagacious smile.
Music by Slipknot-'The devil in I'
June.28.2018
Eight word challenge-7
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd
A mental wall of pain and thrall
With silent sobs and bodies sprawled
Onto this note I hastily scrawl
The memories that I recall
I recall a rainy night
With blood so red at sheets so white
I was sad and filled with fright
It feels like now, from Hell I write
A blackened soul, a heart so cold
An empty mind, a fragile soul
This pain I barely cannot hold
I've almost lost my self-control
A deep inhale and then deeper I thrust
I don't really want to do it, but I must
Not a soul in this world I can truly trust
This world is purely useless and unjust
I can no longer live with this pain
If I remain I will not stay sane
I will have to be caged and restrained
To not cause pain to those in my way
To paint the glistening snow a warm red
Then put your cold body back in your bed
I write a note to deceive the fools
Then at night, I take them too
My will is strong, please help me rot
Because alive, I'm just a dot
Around my neck is a slipknot
Cause live like this, I cannot
Say that again, cause I forgot
What made blood on my arms a lot
And your aggression is quite odd
You are the victim, I am not
`
From a weary weathered beach
I watch the sunset fade
beneath angry wintered seas
drowning possibilities
of another moonlit night
washing up on shore
and still I go on,
for what calls can not be heard,
it must be felt…and I feel it
Vivid reflections falter
atop a jet stream
heated from below, chilled from above,
willing feats of great wandering
when raindrops licked old wounds
and footprints
became yesterday’s puddles
Forgotten mariners,
ghostly silhouettes
cling to ancient dreams,
shadows swimming the deep hollows,
elusive treasures swallowed
by the disturbed mire,
swirling in slipknot patterns
and anchor chains apparitions,
as I now brace against a frigid wind,
traversing dunes
and snow fence barriers,
heading towards the light,
a flickering lone candle
left in the bay window,
a signal that her love
still awaits,
and my heart warms
as I approach the beauty
I have so longed,
on the other side of
a blue weathered door…
A Girl Trap In Far Mazes
Hurt And Emotional
Like No One Understands Her
She Cries Her Self To Sleep
Hoping For A Blessing Can Save
Bad Days Are Here, Also Another Depressed Day
Holding There Depression In All Inside
Wondering The Night
Trying Not To Cry
Her PDSD Is High As The Sun
Hoping Things Will Turn Up
Her Emotions Are High
Feeling Lonely
Feeling Sad
Hurting Inside
We Have Those Good Day And Then Bad Days
A Night Not So Well For Her Tonight
Hoping She Can Cheer Up
Banging For Someone To Liston
Someone Who Can Be There Then Waking Away From Her
Hears Her At Night, Fears Going Through Her Mind
Questions Resin back In Forth
Trying To Think Of Something New
Nothing, Is Helping
Music Is Her Life To BVB, Slipknot, My Bloody Valentine's
Coming Down And Trying To Think Right
Nothing Is Working ,Even Music
She Then Stays Up All Night Just Wondering, Thinking
Past Her Nights
After All Of This The Finely Goes To Sleep Hoping It Doesn't Feel The Same
Having A Bad Dream Running Through Her Brain While Sleep
Shhhh, Child Ill Might Be Ok
I thought she was insane
I think my world is about to
I thought she was full of her self
I think the world insists
I thought she was villain
I think she was too hurt, so she rebelled
I thought she mumbled nonsense
I think she preserves her peace
I thought she was stubborn
I think she might be right
I thought I would never understand her
The fact I do
I thought she made reason and reasons
I think I made the same denial
I thought I would be nothing like her
I think I am wrong
She's what made her
What's hers resemble on me
We're just identical laces
Which jumbled in a massive and realistic slipknot
in the church of the latter day pipe dream
the jungle heartbeat settles with the sleeping sun,
the hightone choir kicks up a midnite melody filled with street bead jubilee
in the chiily frost a houndrel skidmark queen skates circles
around the thatched hut of eternity
holding burning rites reaching back through catacomb starlights
marriage a forgotten horse and buggy seventy six trombone dream routine left in the blue sky cornfield tractor breeze
sex evaporates like a withered tiger eye in a jejune july wind
satisfaction’s red lip lightning bolt sparks green exit goddess dressing golden imprimatura in the fog lifting drift
teenage trollers leave their uneasy dancing slipknot slippers at the doorstep of juicy blended upended black currant roll fiestas
Upon awakening; I asked myself afore this mirrors red rainwater reflection
Why am I here dancing with these slipknot silhouetted shadows....
Ghost about this acids, crossbones darkened gray grim stage!?
With its masquerade of lost within the midnight ball of nothing at all
Except empty chairs and silent sounds, of round and round these
Torn crimson curtains and blood drenched floors aflame....
Broken chandeliers with rusted chains; wilted roses strewn amid
Tarots paralyzed petrified walls of lifeless corpses rising?!
Reaching from their tombs of trapped in times take another bow
Somehow, atop the balconies ledge as the answer became clear
In ashes before these breathless slivers within, this shattered image....
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....“Twas, Hell's Encore!?” ~
FOUND AT LAST
.
Heading into the light of the infinity mass.
Thrills over a new breath, a shining smile made out of brass
Wondering if my energy will ever dissolve?
A slipknot tied on the world where we revolve.
Sublime in to a new kind of contrast.
A fate ending better than worse, no longer an outcast.
Appearing with TRONS no one solves.
Beyond and under where life really evolves.
Once death takes a toll real love will be found at last.
An afterlife so profound waiting~alas~alas!
By:P.D.
An ultimatum of confusion
A prophecy of hurt
What has become is undone
Rushing thoughts become inert
Resting the head on winter earth
The ice cusping at the lobes
Numbs the ears for sharp words
Injecting into the heart's plateau
You can hear the breath
The words dragging in a clot
Like a blade shoved into flesh
The mind twists to a slipknot
You refuse to eat, to drink
You're heart can barely think
When you give your love without alert
And only gets thrown into the dirt.
Black is a raging metal song
Screaming hate to the world.
Black is the color of the crypt
lying deep beneath Montresor`s palace.
Black is the lethal killer
flowing through the veins to an empty lifeless hole.
Black is the color of my decaying heart
witnessing the deranged minds of Slipknot.
Black is fear I see in my enemy`s eyes
as I step forward to strike him.
Black is the color of deceitful people
I am surrounded by.
Black is ominous.
(By Jaimee Batchelder & Brittney Chase. Thanx sis!)
Right now
I’m not blaming you…
Pretend I have not had the
Privilege of hearing those
Lines before. Tell me.
Eternal glare on my
Sunglasses, which I wear at night.
Only an annoyance…
Never to be worried about.
When with you, I feel like
An ice pick could go
Through my
Ear and into my brain, and I’d experience a similar
Reaction. I’d like to
Go drink cheap wine and
Lay in the back of my truck, on an old mattress.
And sing—
Sing anything—as long as it’s
Santana…or soft Slipknot…