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John Arribas Poem
PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Feeling really beat, I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling of doom
Hearing moans and murmurs the sounds of pain
Someone close was whimpering, was I going insane
I tried to move, but was pinned by a body abreast
Trapped, no matter my efforts, a fruitless wrest
Girded in by bodies, some dying, guess most dead
I struggled to get free grabbing someone’s head
I kept sliding , floor covered in gore n human waste
Slimy, putrid, total abomination, humanity abase
Hearing men talking, I yelled help, come, I’m in here
A large gate swung open saw two men in the clear
Carrying large spiked clubs all covered in blood
One said, I hate this work sloshing thru all this crud
A man among the sprawled, tried painfully to rise
Teetering, helpless , blinded, missing both eyes
Choking on blood, with whispered gasps of pain
Then clubbed in the head, splattering his brain
The men removed a few bodies, releasing me
Hiding among the dead will not get you free
You’ve got a trial to attend for causing grief
Inciting rebellion, acts of a mind stealing thief
I hear yelling and cheering, is it a baseball game?
I enter a stadium, frenzied folks shouting my name
As I enter, the jeering and booing turns into a roar
My knees buckled, I’m frightened like never before
Guard said, you’ve been found guilty, so cop a plea
Wait your turn, judge may find a iota of clemency
Psychotic journey (2)
Crowd roars as my name is announced, over the pa
You’ve eluded justice, no longer, today is our day
Judge scowls, sentencing to follow, it’s usual course
You are pronounced guilty, beg, plead, show remorse
You show remorse, only because you’ve been caught
Pay for your crimes, painful lesson, now will be taught
You are fortunate this day, you can choose how to pay
For those dastardly crimes, you’re found guilty this day
The mobs scream numbers , one ,two, three, four, five
Select the one of these numbers to complete your demise
The stands erupt , yelling and screaming number three
Judge states that’s final, you’ve selected number three
Before sentence is carried out, lets look at the four
The ones you did not select but chose to ignore
One is a winner, its called a day at the cookout grill
It’s a hollow bull made of iron in which you will fill
Fire would be started below and continuously fed
Til the bull takes on a glow between yellow and red
Number two, providing the results we like to reach
It has all the wonderment, called a day at the beach
Ever heard of the eating habits of the coconut crab
Quite carnivorous, you lie on the beach tied to a slab
This sentence is not popular, its so difficult to hear
Noisy crabs jaws, main dish cries and the mobs cheer
Number four is my favorite, for sadists all the rage
It features bees and you, its called a day in the cage
Had an aviary specially built with imports from brazil
Called killer bees, seeing them perform, an eerie thrill
You of course, would be the starring attraction
Cacophony of screams, as the bees spring into action
Psychotic journey (3)
Number five really leaves nothing up to chance
It features fire ants, its called a day at the dance
We imported these stingers from southeast asia
More vicious, venomous, than those from arabia
We built a glass enclosure housing two colonies
Provided amplifiers to appreciate your harmonies
You selected, number three, a favorite of mine
Innovative, two penalties we were able to combine
A garrote, sit in a backless chair in front of a pole
Slow methodical strangulation is the final goal
Collar on the post around your neck is placed
Then slowly tightened til all life is erased
We had added a new graphic feature, surely a plus
We have a musket loading cannon, a blunderbuss
Strategically located in front the garrote chair
Synchronized to fire, emitting a thunderous glare
Loaded with nuts, bolts, screws shards of glass
Collar tightened, cannon fires, a tremendous blast
Judge said: there is a number six, I forgot to mention
It calls for a fine and a library card suspension
I’m placed in the chair the strap around my neck
Loading the cannon, will I be dead, no need to check
The collar is tightening, its getting hard to breath
The workers are scattering, rushing to leave
Whole procedure is handled as a remote operation
The cannon will fire to terminate the asphyxiation
Need to lose consciousness fore the shrapnel impales
I hear the lanyard moving I’m hoping it fails
I heard it click, its primed, its just a matter of time
Before I’m scattered and join the rest of the slime
There’s a loud noise, a bright light, I hear a voice
Why all the yelling, screaming, such terrible noise
Breakfast is ready, how do you want your eggs?
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2017
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John Arribas Poem
ISLAND HOPPING
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
My first day of community service at Glen Oaks
Assigned to spend time with a few elderly folks
Spotted an old gentleman staring out into space
Weathered beaten hands and a sun etched face
How are you today old timer, as I grasp his hand
A firm grip followed from a once powerful man
I had just returned from an island hopping trip
Told him about the islands and the fabulous ship
I went to St. Croix, St. Martins and Martinique
Stopped at Montserrat to overlook the peak
So many activities hardly any time to sleep
Shore excursions great, unbelievably cheap
The old gentleman turned and looked away
Choked up on something he started to say
Room fell silent for the longest spell
Son, I took a voyage that’s so hard to tell
It started and ended in the cauldrons of hell
Then sighed so quietly as the tear drops fell
My pals and I went on an island hopping trip
Sleeping on the deck on an overcrowded ship
First stop was at a place called Guadalcanal
There was so much noise, a percussion chorale
The local occupants got upset at our arrival
Just getting ashore was a matter of survival
All we wanted was to use their landing strip
We were so insistent, they left, gave us the slip
ISLAND HOP (2)
Next stop was an atoll, place called Tarawa
Desolate, awaiting brave mens soul to devour
We had a difficult time getting onto the beach
Tides were low, corals too shallow to breach
The locals didn’t take kindly to our arrival
Being denied admittance just wasn’t our style
Next stops were Kwajalein, Saipan and Peleliu
At each and every landing we left quite a few
Inhabitants of these isles were a hostile horde
Yet our perseverance could not be ignored
We combed every inch in our search to achieve
Removal of the objectors, there was no reprieve
We overcame the objections to our presence
Committing these isles to perpetual reverence
Most hostile place was an island called Iwo
Soft sands made progress unbearably slow
Sinking sands made firm ground hard to reach
We left great numbers, still, on the beach
It took great courage to get over the dune
Each attempt exposed by a cloudless moon
Valor and bravery continuously put on display
Total commitment was the order of the day
A planned six day excursion took sixty days
Hard to evict the denizens out of the caves
Some of these folks were so hard headed
Sealed up the entrances, left them embedded
Our single purpose for “ Super Forts” to reach
More than paid for by those left on the beach
Island hopping seems innocent phrase to say
Boils down to how much one is willing to pay
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016
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