Vampires possess a kiss of thorns,
thorns that take you into a trance.
Trance work is to be expected,
expected from all the vampires.
Vampires can put pleasure in pain,
pain is something they understand.
Understand it’s par for the course,
course that is the law for vampires.
Putin held forth.' And it seems he spoke what was true.' The reptiles are skittering
And scrabbling, its well due' soon the flesh Devourers will be un-masqed.' Somehow
There must be a consensus.' And then will
Begin the other tasks.' At this time minds are settling recognition, is the stage we occupy, for the resoloute, and the cautious
To spread meterphorical wings to try.' The
Better air of freedom where promise, keeps
The faith.' Where minds and healthy spirits can really thrive, once they have been released from the no bars, caged hive mind.'
Beware of charcoal cheats creeps and liars
Slippery sloape speech of energy vampires
They do not mean well
With green envy they swell
Back handed compliments
Full of red fire from hell
Protect yourself stay prayed up
Broken spells defeat with love
Not that you have to be weak and meek
But like an arch angel bring it with speech
No need to try to win them over at all
God has your back He won’t let you fall
But dear heart you must recognize
Fraudulent “friends” who envy your light
Keep on persevering shine on
No need in fearing sing your song
Blind them with the goodness of God
Pray He slays or saves dear heart
Be especially careful on Halloween,
gather your children and rest serene,
for evil tenderly traces the darkness.
Tales tell what hides in darkest night,
witches fly dart-like in darkened skies
vampires that watch us with hungry eyes
those inhuman beings with unnatural reasonings,
who pounce with sudden, malicious impulse,
drawn by innocent breath and pulse.
Has anyone taken the time to explain
that witches are poisoned by sugary things?
Skittles, chocolates and marshmallow goo,
are toxins to werewolves and vampires too.
Simple exposure to sweets, like candy corn
will cause their skins to bubble and burn.
If you go out, to trick-or-treat - go with intent
- your lives may well depend on it.
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Songs for this:
Me and the Devil by SOAP&SKIN
I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow
A mosquito once cried
Why do you all always
Clap your hands
Whenever you see any of us
Some of you buy chemicals
To get rid of us
When you all know we're harmless and homeless.
An insecticide
Screamed from a corner
You're big liar
You blood sucking vampires
Not just that
You also go around
Spreading diseases; eg malaria.
A human replied
You're a pest
Whoever you stick
With your stylets
Becomes sick
Whenever I'm about to sleep
You always come
Disrupting my peace of mind
With your irrelevant songs
Making a lot of noise while I try to sleep.
beautiful, on the face of mine
when you will make a plea,
in an language only we speak
you hint me to meet by the lake
you walk through the woods
with an lantern in one hand
to jumping into my arms
when we meet at the lake
bats flying across the dead sky
and haunted mansion that whispers our song
may we be the vampires tonight
who stray without any care
Have you ever experienced the energy being drained out of a room, when someone unknown, enters?
You may have met one!
Title:
The Energy Vampires
#Senryu
Baptised heartbroken
For forty long days and nights
Gathered Dark Souls smiled
575
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Some mystics say:
Lower vibrational beings feed off humanity's pain and anguish.
What a feast they must have when they see a new resident of their invisible, Heartbreak Hotel.
Salute.
All
True
Goths
Covet
Lace
Vampires
Lightning
Spiders
Coffins
And
Poetry
*I wrote this poem on January 8, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 8 and the prompt was:Write a mnemonic poem to remember the zodiac signs.
In shadows they linger, draining light's hue,
Emotional vampires, consuming what's you.
Halloween wigmaker had a ghoulish garish way
inventing unique creations that made vampire’s day
how about a new wig made from an amputated head?
In a few hours it would smell bad the wigmaker said.
What if you used doll heads? The vampire suggested.
If you bring me the dolls, so the vampire invested.
People on the street yelled, kicked, gagged and screamed.
It made the Halloween better than anyone had ever dreamed.
It’s in the head
The voices no one heard
The screams and yelling of millions nerd
Dragging bodies soak in blood on the ground
The disgust only my heart could feel in dread
Illusionary images on wall like pictures in frame
Voices echoing from inside and outside
It is absorbing yet intense
Broken veins loosing blood to parasite
Dead humans lying in stack
Like chopstick
As heart begin to race and breath is lost
I begin to doubt
If it’s the day of reckoning
When all dead
With or without soul come to life
And bodies’ line in pack
But how do I make my head and heart be in agreement
To the creation of my false thinking
duskfall creature,
tipsy on the blood of the covenant,
tell me, when did you pull the ninth card?
when your fangs grew in
and your eyes grew tired,
what made you build the castle walls?
the sunlight burns, you protest,
every silver-backed mirror a reminder to forget.
close the books, put down your stakes,
because the real world doesn’t work like that, creature of the night.
shame hasn’t cured the illness.
you paint a picture of their stares in the back of your eyelids
etch their whispers into the corners of your mind,
bear the weight of their crosses.
duskfall creature,
drunkenly playing the hermit,
why do you push the wooden stake against your own chest?
For the Beauty Pageant
Her selling front teeth,
Whose absence is a myth
For a smile with intent,
Yoga is the breath
While you bare their breadth
Their extraction kills the sweet
In indulgent kiss,
Keeping them white a feat
To one who wouldn’t a tooth miss.
Also useful to vampires
And their reprehensible agents
Assuredly stretching their empires
And vile occult regents'.
For whomever Satan hires
For the incisive very urgent,
As decisive as live wires,
Blood corpuscles the emergent.
Locked in the frost,
Halloween seems like a gatepost,
Fantasies turn into a permafrost,
Pumpkins next to the doorpost,
Vampires at the rearmost,
Ghosts at the bedpost,
Wolves at the aftmost,
Midnight clocking the midmost...
Sunrise cleansing the defrost.
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