The night draws on for evermoretears of wax lining the candle wicktallow rivulets upon the taper boretime drips by, crying and histrionic.Darkness warded away with lightflickering and fluttering in the breezecavorting with shadows, impractical fighta play, a poem, an animated frieze.Performer, juggler, a flirting flameflitting, spluttering and rejuvenatingUnabashed and wholly unashameddefeating the night and elucidating.My…
Category: Poetry
Poetry
The hangman
The hangman drew the hanged manfrom the bleeding tarot deck,thinking that his future must changeor hell would claim his debt.The Devil laughed at the confusionwritten all over the hangman’s facethinking that he could escape his fateor rewrite it, seemed misplaced.The Devil mentioned politelythe hangman had a duty to performand in that moment all was naughthe…
Misty Morn
Enveloped mystical translucent weavebuildings draped ghostly gauzy laden huesa foggy opacity disintegrates on cueleaving spectral remnants roaming free.Clothing nature, whimsy decorating treesmagic enchanting the weakened blueas sky diminishes in a cotton museclouds ephemeral floating thick just to be. Over the horizon the sun eruptscoruscating cascading warming rayslancing through the gossamer threads. Mist slowly disappearing, gold…
Ogre
In the lair decorated with darknessremnants of bone lay shattered under foot,we came across a fearsome ogrebathed in blood carrying a meat hook. Dripping with gore and slime ridden slaughterit turned and opened its crimson hell mawyelling a curdling invidious crya deep baleful paralysing roar. I stood and watched it dispatch the othershacking bodies, tearing…
Writing Horror
Exploding thoughts saturate sodden pagesspill stories in the blackest midnight curseeclipsed in darkening devilish ragesthe writer continues to manifest infernal verse Spill stories in the blackest midnight curseline the book in demonic suffering spatesthe writer continues to manifest infernal verseas sanguine horror becomes his tastes line the book in demonic suffering spatesinvoke the names of…
The ones that they should dread
Revive that hope, lift your headSuffer not the surmounting fearWe are the ones who are in chargeThe ones that they should dread. Suffer not the surmounting fearBurn their idols to the groundIconoclasts to pull them down. We are the ones who are in chargeWho rebel against their horrific mightNo longer listening to all their shite….
By the bank
Rambling along the river’s edgeHand in hand as carefully tread.Watching beauty as it unfoldssoft waters by, gently sped. Carrying the fragrance boldflowers shimmer, reflecting gold.Beauty laden with arcane graceanother nature’s secret told By the bank enjoying the pacegazing deep, each other’s faceglowing. Imbued with pure romancethe hours drift from morn to late. Nothing matters, nothing…
Gazing over the crowd
The poet gazed transfixed at the crowdwho ardently hung on his very words.Observing the pinnacle of his performanceuntil the applause rapaciously resounds. They settle down as he settle the scorepulling another tale of wounded woe.Embellished with sardonic refrains,the poet gazed transfixed at the room. The mob beguiled, bewildered and bewitchedmesmerised during epic poetry prose,lulled by…
Am I deviant?
Its neither convenient or expedientto wear chocolate pants. Am I deviant?Loving sweet brown stuff down my leg melting,in the heat sweltering, should be sheltering.But deviant is what deviant doesbeating myself with a stick because I lovethe feeling of stiff wood against my skinwhipping myself with a porcupine, I should beginacupuncture “au natural” there is nothing…
I hate things
I really hate tinned tuna it smells of rotting deathand xenophobia, a panacea for the stupid.Bloody pedaloes, their plastic satanic swan heads.I’m just not that tolerant at all to intolerancewhich I’m sure is cognitive dissonance right there.Big words, people write that they don’t understand I hate people who stop folk having access to understandor the…