29 July 2010

A Children’s Crusade

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‘A Children’s Crusade’

They sing a mournful song,

In the hours before the dawn,

They march in rank procession.

To the land of desolation,

The lonely sons and daughters,

Of forgotten generations,

The one lost tribe,

Scattered through the nations.

The End

Finis

28 July 2010

Tiny Acorns

Oak_Tree

Tiny Acorns

From tiny little acorns,

Mighty oaks do grow,

From tiny little streams,

Mighty rivers flow,

It’s tiny little raindrops,

That paint the rainbow,

It’s little molecules of air,

That make the wind blow,

And tiny hydrogen atoms,

That Set the universe aglow,

For lots of little things,

Will expand in ratio,

Like the canker on a tree,

Or the seeds we sow.

The End

Finis

Against The Grain

against the grain

They say that I’m insane,

That I must bear the blame,

And yet they still maintain,

I should feel no shame,

I wish they would refrain,

From picking at my brain,

It’s obvious me and them,

Just don’t think the same,

Their chattering is inane,

As happiness they feign,

Their image to maintain,

The absolute monarchs,

Of diminutive domain.

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The illusions they retain,

Only help them to sustain,

The sense of insecurity,

They’re trying to restrain,

For no matter what you gain,

You cannot sell your freedom,

And buy it back again,

The way they play their game,

The violence and the blame,

They mete out to each other,

Would fill a man with shame,

So I’ll go against the grain,

And voice entire distain,

In my own one man campaign,

To eradicate inanity,

And banish the mundane.

The End

Finis

25 July 2010

Late Into The Night

Black-Wolf-Eye

Late into the night,

The Steppenwolf sits,

In the pale moonlight,

And picks himself to bits,

He stays up so late,

He willingly admits,

To better concentrate,

While the dark permits,

Upon his sorry state,

As to sorrow he submits,

That sad degenerate,

Every night commits,

To a suicidal dictate,

His martyred soul acquits,

He was ordained a tragic fate,

It would always come to this.

The End

Finis

Possibilities

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DECA ARCADE OF THE PSYCHE by Shahla Rosa

Possibility

Last night I felt the Earth turning,

It was little bit frightening,

But very, very thrilling,

That endless possibility,

Is in the gift of such as me,

And all I have to be is free,

In everything I say and do,

And whatever comes to me,

To my own self be true.

The End

Finis

23 July 2010

Rat Trap

Rat-Alley

Rat Trap

As a child did you thrill,

To every word of praise,

And did you strive to fulfil,

Your tasks with no delays,

When you got the bill,

For all your salad days,

Did you feel a creeping chill,

On learning worldly ways,

For on a giant treadmill,

You will spend your days,

Like a hamster on a wheel,

Or a rat trapped in a maze.

The End

Finis

Metamorphosis

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Salvador Dali: The Metamorphosis of Narcissus.

 

From thesis,

To antithesis,

Then after this,

To synthesis,

Applying all due emphasis,

(Written in parenthesis)

On scrupulous analysis

And proper checks and balances,

Rejecting ideals as hubris,

Because our only purpose is,

Achieving metamorphosis.

The End

Finis

22 July 2010

Fish To Fry

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Life is hard,

And then you die,

Yours is not,

To reason why,

You got your own,

Don’t cry in mine,

I’m sure everything,

Will work out fine,

And we’ll be laughing,

Down the line,

But now I’ll leave you,

To sit and cry,

I’ve got other,

Fish to fry.

The End

Finis

21 July 2010

Ravaged By Sheep

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When all the sheep,

Are penned in the fold,

And fast asleep,

Their dreams unfold,

It’s then I creep,

Past crook unseen,

Toward the sheep,

Who cower within,

They’re all mine to reap,

For no wolf has ever been,

Ravaged by sheep.

THE END
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20 July 2010

CLOWN

Dark_Clown

What I create,
He will drown,
His is hate,
Of great renown,
A vast estate,
Of tumble down,
Where I await,
On unholy ground,
His awkward gait,
And Stalinist crown,
His twisted fate,
To wear a frown,
Who is this great,
And doleful clown,
Who builds me up,
And tears me down?
the end
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19 July 2010

You Have To Learn

Poor_Kids 

 

You have to learn to walk,

Before you learn to crawl,

You have to learn to talk,

Before you learn to bawl,

You have to learn to fly,

Before you learn to fall,

You have to learn to be big,

Before you learn to be small,

You have to learn the rules.

Before you break them all.

 

You have to leap,

Before you look,

You have to reap,

Before you sow,

You have to weep,

Before you laugh,

You have to hate,

Before you can love,

You have to get it straight,

Before you turn it round.

 

You have to know the dark,

Before you can know the light,

You have to know wrong,

Before you can know right,

You have to do some bad,

Before you can do some good,

You have got to go mad,

Before you’re understood,

You have to know this stuff,

Before you really should.

The End

Finis

15 July 2010

Calypso

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Calypso

Why do you keep me here?

You don’t even love me,

Still you keep me near,

An eternal absentee,

From where I want to be,

My love lies across the sea,

Her affections are sincere,

Why don’t you set me free?

To join the one that I revere,

Allow me just to flee,

Confinement so austere,

Calypso heed my plea,

Why can’t you hear?

Calypso can’t you see?

What’s paradise to thee,

Is but a jail to me.

End

Painting ‘Odysseus and Calypso’  by Arnold Bocklin 1882

FINIS

THE END

14 July 2010

The Abattoir


The abattoir was secreted away amongst a warren of dereliction. It stood alone amidst the burned out buildings and piles of rubble. Its red brick walls were mostly covered by a coat of black soot, courtesy of many local warehouse fires. The soot thinned out at the base so it looked like a black occult temple which was dipped in blood, like the feet of Tezcatlipoca the terrible god of Aztec legend. The clock tower towered above the entrance like a great black phallus. Through the gates below countless thousands were once led to the slaughter. The entrance reeks with the fetid stench of rotting flesh. The holding pens, arcane iron contraptions stained red ochre by rust and congealed blood. Meat hooks hang silent witness to the butchery committed in this meat factory, this industrial necropolis. This temple of savagery is not deserted. There is a priesthood yet, practitioners of a dark and unholy art. There are others too, the innocent abandoned. Victims of a satanic press gang, penned like cattle awaiting slaughter. Herded into the bloody death traps where iron jaws are clamped around their necks. They await the skull cracking hammer blow. They wait to be made meat.
The End
Finis

13 July 2010

Siren Call

siren

Siren

Death, she has a siren call,

Her silence deadly as her song,

She beckons us one and all,

To join her in her baleful throng,

We are all trapped in her thrall,

And are compelled to go along,

She’ll wrap us in her velvet shawl,

And take us where we all belong,

That fate will to each of us befall,

Whether we are weak or strong,

Or if we are great or small,

We all shall hear before too long,

We all must heed the siren’s call.

The End

Finis

12 July 2010

A Thousand Teachers

 nazi_h2

A Thousand Teachers

They teach you how to hate,

It’s not your natural state,

It’s nothing that’s innate,

But theirs is a mandate,

To innocence abate,

Your hatred will cognate,

From fears that they conflate,

But it’s already far too late,

Each of us - endures this fate.

And…

They teach you how to lie,

Deceive and make you cry,

There’s no good reason why,

Their conscience they defy,

The truth they’ll frequently deny,

They’ll teach you how by and by,

To dreadful subterfuge apply,

And then you’ll wonder why,

All your life has gone awry.

The End

Finis

seanplatter-Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles

The End

Finis

10 July 2010

The Son Of Pan

 The_Son_Of_Pan

The Son Of Pan

I’m not as other men,

As you always knew,

I do not act like them,

Or do the things they do,

It’s not like I condemn,

I just haven’t got a clue,

Why the little boy in them,

Keeps on breaking through,

I’m like no other man,

I’m crazy but it’s true,

I’m the son of pan,

As you always knew,

I’m no ordinary man,

But I’m a lot like you.

The End

Finis

9 July 2010

Distance

Distance

Distance

You give a little distance,

And you grow a little cold,

This is what happens,

When love has grown old,

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You gave a little distance,

You grew as cold as frost,

You got what you wanted,

But you had to pay the cost,

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You gave a little distance,

And became a little cold,

Once you travel far enough,

There’s no returning to the fold.

The End

Finis

8 July 2010

Sovereigns Of The Night

Satyr
Sovereigns Of The Night
When the day has ceased,
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And in leisure you recline,
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The night has been released,
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And Stygian serpents shine,
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Somewhere in the East,
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Wolves come out to dine,
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Panthers join in the feast,
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Their gathering a sign,
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At last is the night is come,
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In darkness they rapine,
1
What creatures they become,
1
With teeth and jaws malign,
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Their demeanour is fearsome,
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Drunk with bloody wine,
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Their rapaciousness gruesome,
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When their quarry they consign,
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Creatures that eschew the sun,
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But find the dark sublime,
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Come out to have their fun,
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When we are out of sight,
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When the Satyr and the Hellion,
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Are sovereigns of the night.
The End
Finis

Three Little Pigs



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Three Little Pigs
“Little pigs, little pigs, won’t you let me come in?”
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Said the Big Bad Wolf with a ravenous grin,
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“Not while your breath is stinking of gin,”
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Said the three little pigs ensconced within,
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So the Big Bad Wolf kicked the door in,
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That’s when the carnage did begin,
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They say that to kill is a mortal sin,
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But B. B. Wolf loves blood on his chin,
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He was feeling drawn and thin,
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When he bit into their skin,
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Now he feels a glow within,
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But he’s off to find their next of kin,
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He’s B. B. Wolf the pig assassin.
The End
Finis

7 July 2010

Counting Sheep

 Munch_Weeping

counting sheep

While the world,

Is fast asleep,

In deep repose,

Counting sheep,

There are those,

Who lie and weep,

Their sorrow flows,

Their tears won’t keep,

Of cares and woes,

They have a heap,

And heaven knows,

They’re not bought cheap,

They land like blows,

The wounds strike deep,

For another sows,

What they must reap.

the end

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Little Red Riding Hood

Little_Red_Riding_Hood

Red Riding Hood

Mercy me don’t she look good!

She’s the tastiest of them all,

That sexy Miss Red Riding Hood,

Me and her could have a ball,

I’d love to see her in the nude,

All over her I’d like to crawl,

I’m trailing her through the wood,

She doesn’t notice me at all,

It’s going like I thought it would,

When I first spied her in the mall,

And she dressed like she should,

Those boots make her look tall,

Her miniskirt is riding high,

Long and slender legs and all,

Her naked pale and tender thigh,

She surely has me in her thrall,

She certainly has caught my eye,

Miss Red is headed for a fall,

The Big Bad Wolf is now nearby,

I’m answering her silent call,

Later on she’ll wonder why,

She ever teased the wolf at all.

The End

Finis

6 July 2010

Lucifer

v3_master

Lucifer

Lucifer was the first,

To flout authority,

They say he had a thirst,

After knowledge you see,

For that sin he was cursed,

By God’s divine decree,

I can’t help thinking Lucifer,

Was a lot like me.

fiat lux

the end

The Caller

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The Caller

There’s no point in stalling,

So let’s make one thing clear,

Although I came calling,

I’m not your friend my dear,

My motives are appalling,

My purpose now is clear,

There’s no point in you calling,

No-one else can hear,

Darkness now is falling,

I can taste your fear,

The King Snake is now crawling,

Your time is drawing near.

The End

Finis

5 July 2010

Burn It Down!

Burn It Down!

Smash it all to pieces,

Burn it to the ground,

Scatter the ashes all around,

Burn the churches,

And the schools,

Any place they make the rules,

Burn the police stations,

And burn city hall,

No time for reservations,

Just set fire to it all,

You want to do it,

You know you do,

So light the torches,

This is long overdue.

The End

Finis

The Architect

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The Architect

The Lord God sits on high,

In a palace in the sky,

The Angels all around him sing,

He’s our only sovereign king,

He’s the architect you see,

Of all that there will ever be,

We must obey his every command,

If we want to go to Disneyland.

The End

FINIS

Shallow Grave

Shovel_Dirt

Shallow Grave

He lays there in a shallow grave,

I did him with my knife you see,

Impudent and callow knave,

He tried to make a fool of me,

So if we meet have a care,

And show a little courtesy,

Unless you wish to join him there,

With the other twenty three.

The End

Finis

4 July 2010

Beelzebub

 Dumped
Beelzebub
Her pallid skin a deathly pall,
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The vacant gaze sees not at all,
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Surrounded by a million flies,
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Minions of Beelzebub in her eyes,
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The fetid stench of rotting meat,
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Draws creatures big and small to eat,
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The providence of her demise,
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Is signalled by the vulture’s cries,
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Soon they will begin to thresh,
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Juicy morsels of carrion flesh,
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By and by she’ll just be bone,
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Who left her here all alone?
The End
Finis
Beelzebub is Lord of the Flies:
Harbinger of death in occult legend
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