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Larry Hays Poem
Eating bowls of dying meat
sucking poison which taste sweet.
Gas filled bodies that retain their juice
a dead little dog that took abuse.
The death song plays for a mutilated boy
insane parents who receive no joy.
Black dogs bark at the funeral fires
death looks down and picks his desires.
The decapitated body of an unknown man
no one cried which was part of the plan.
A shot in the dark took the poor man down
crazy children laugh as they hear the sound.
'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man
slay your neighbor as fast as you can
No one hears this , no one understands
'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man.
A slash of the knife brought grandma down
the young boys laughed at the blood on the ground.
The blood stained clothes of a forgotten child
the man with the knife is running wild.
The meat in the gutter might be your own
for you are left for dead
and to the dogs you were thrown !
© By Larry Hays
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I WAS TRAVELING DOWN A ONE WAY ROAD
IN SEARCH OF A FANCIFUL DREAM ,
ALONG THE WAY I ENCOUNTERED A CAT
HIS FUR BRIGHTLY GREEN .
I KNOW WHAT YOU SEEK SAID THE CAT
HE SAID WITH A MENACING GRIN ,
I WILL GIVE YOU THE DREAM , THE ONE YOU SEEK
BUT IT WILL COST YOU IN THE END .
WITH A PUZZLED LOOK I ACCEPTED HIS DEAL
AND THE WORLD BEGAN TO CHANGE ,
I ENTERED A DREAM BUT IT WASN'T MINE
BUT IT WAS SOMETHING VERY STRANGE .
I WAS WALKING AROUND UPSIDE DOWN
BACK WHERE IT ALL BEGAN ,
WHERE I MET THIS CAT WITH BRIGHT GREEN FUR
A CAT WITH A MENACING GRIN !
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Larry Hays Poem
NIGHTMARE
On a stormy night I awoke from a dream
to find that I wasn't there ,
was I awake or still in my dream
or should I even care !
My thoughts were all gone for something was wrong
for my room was upside down ,
patterns of chaos infected my mind
without making a sound .
A hot hellish breeze blew through my house
as devils danced in my head ,
For something wicked came this way
could it be under my bed ?
As sunlight poured into my room
I knew that I was alright ,
or could it be that my mind was gone
taken during the night !
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Larry Hays Poem
Slaughter in Syria by the pound
The rebels take their place under ground
Shell shocked children in a school of fire
Assad revels in his twisted desire.
The armies of the Bear unleash their goods
Assad taking his anger to the neighborhoods.
A world in sorrow a place of death
the people of Syria take their last breath.
The world is a stage in a tyrannical flood
the smell of death the rivers of blood.
The flight from horror is a fanciful dream
for the people of Syria nights filled with screams.
The leaders of tomorrow should now take heed
for the rebel in the streets are a different breed.
They die for their country they die for what's right
they cry out for their freedom to the Heavenly light.
What will be the outcome in a future so bleak ?
for peace and love is all they seek .
By Larry Hays
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All my life's a circus
where clowns still dance on my brain
where elephants fly and tigers get high
by now your surely insane.
The retarded goat sippin a rootbeer float
started belting out a familiar tune
It had to do with his girlfriend Sue
and a rather horny baboon.
You're up on the tightrope and begin to fall
as the ringmaster calls your name
You hit the ground and look around
and wake up on a plane.
You land in the tent where the
circus freaks dwell
but beware of what they might steal
your hanging around upside down
and fall mentally ill.
Your friends are all gone
and your left all alone
for life has been a game
You turn on the tube and watch something crude
as you slowly go insane!
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A friend of mine the other day
stepped inside my brain
No one has heard from my friend since
A mystery that will remain.
I opened up the cellar door
to feel the surging heat
I looked below and there behold
was my missing friend at my feet.
He beckoned me to follow him
down a dark and dismal path
I took the lead because of my greed
and no sooner felt the wrath.
The wrath I felt was my own wrath
for I had fallen into my brain
No one has heard from me since
A mystery that will remain!
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