Terrifying thoughts
slither between pleasant dreams
unease haunts your daySlime drips down your thigh
cool green ooze pools beneath you
melting popsiclesHorrific demons
from realms suppressed since childhood
sing sweet lullabiesDrifts of sand tremble
shudders belie hidden bulk
sleeping giants wakeDesert blooms unfold
glaucous glands leak toxic goo
resigned surrender
My apocalypse
arrives without instructions
corn cakes anyoneThe potter’s wheel spins
soft clay glides beneath skilled hands
hard fired stone revealedGrain centuries old
stored safe to stave off famine
sustenance wastedBarley and water
experiment forgotten
lo and behold beerAlone in the dark
strange sprouts whisper bold secrets
ergot tastes of death
Woodsmen come prepared
flint and steel send burning brands
catching tinder smokes.A single flame blooms
littered leaves and twisty twigs
kindling fears the flame.Lonely travelers
quit their trek in darkened woods
campfire feels like home.Foreboding forests
filled with fantastical freaks
flash in fire’s flicker.Simmering cuppa
blow clear the drifting ashes
satisfying sip.
Back when I used to strum a 6 string…
Chords are:
E then A (repeat), Chorus is B7, A, and E, then B7 — E
Lazy we’re layin’, an afternoon snooze.
Cast the balloon, our inflatable cruise,
begins with a whisper, the touching of lips;
sparkling smiles that launch fantasy ships.
Floatin’, floatin’ with you,
Floatin’, stayin’ next to you.
Lift me up, and set me on high.
Sift down a kiss, from a piercing blue sky.
Nudge me to moving, coasting on clouds,
shout to the wind, our love bright and loud.
Floatin’, floatin’ with you,
Floatin’, keeping close to you.
Sailing with seagulls, drifting a breeze,
a feather traced, along taboo a tease.
Weightless we hang, in a passion filled fever,
Dreamin’ together, ’cause never I’ll leave her.
Floatin’, floatin’ with you,
floatin’, holdin’ onto you.
Floatin’, lovin’ with you,
floatin’, lovin’ always you.
This is a bit I wrote at the end of a vicious emotional extraction, e.g. breakup, way back in my mid-twenties.
PBBFH = Psychotic Blond Bitch From Hell
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Twilight finds me dyin’
from the daggers thrown by you.
Insinuation, lies, deceit
flowin’ blood, I’ve paid my dues.
I see a tear fall from a dark eye
shattering, it strikes the stone.
Your hands reach out to touch me
but grab the knife and twist it home.
The pain has spread, but all pain fades
memories of you are just a shade
of a need I licked, a fix I’ve kicked;
my thoughts of life no longer stick
on your love of jealous jade.
I’ve pulled the knife, healed my wounds
I smile and tilt my chin.
I check the blade, the one you picked
a narrow minded tongue of tin.
A dagger dull to a heart like mine.
I trace the scar and sure enough I find,
that I was only nicked.
I found a bunch of poems and songs I’d written decades ago. I’ll post these here over a few days/weeks.
Where the sea meets the sand
humidity finds
its invisible status
has left it behind.
A chilling night air
bumps head to head
with a moist ocean breeze
and between them they shed
a mist.
A rolling white specter
so think it’s been dubbed
with an untouchable texture
an ethereal rub.
Fog is its title
confusion its wake,
leaving all standing idle
while the sun works to make
a fist…
To punch through this blanket
to tear it to shreds,
but remorse moves to thank it
for fog’s presence led…
Us to ponder our lives
and their continual rush
to question our pace
to instill a hush…
As fog’s dearest treasure
is silence and calm,
a noiseless deep pleasure
which soothes as a balm
our souls.
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