Face of fear

don't close your eyes
don't turn away
all the horrors
are on display
the dismal phantoms
fill the sky
to gray the hue
in your eye
the ghouls cackle
up in their towers
always seeking to
add to their powers
the tempest plagues
have uprooted homes
and left forests of
skeletons and bones
ravenous vampires
bite desperate arms
leaving bodies behind
their faded charms
hairy beasts roam
stealing away innocence
and escape the prison cells
due to indifference
pestilence pours forth
from the public tongue
deadly division devours
both the old and young
ancient demons stir
in their restless hate
for bloodshed and war
they can no longer wait
don't close your eyes
don't turn away
these frights are here
and now everyday

l'amour de la reaper

there's no escaping
the greatest pull
that's been tugging
the heart strings
since the first cry
of birth

who waits for us
all our lives in
patient silence and
perhaps whispers
from time to time
in this

who calls to us
all our lives from
the shadow's edge
to make us ask
to question this
purpose

who yearns for us
to surrender all
to blindly follow
into the shadow's
edge and further
beyond

no lover's heart
seeks you more
never a louder
rapping at the door
with last breath
than death

The dimmer glow

the dimmer glow
rests beyond obscure intrusions
into the physical psyche
those moments
that can't be staring you
in the eyes
and yet they are just
beyond the surface
of the mirror's glass
when days are done
when heat wanes
when light succumbs to
the black abyss
just beyond the blue heavens
the dimmer glow
radiates in near infinite numbers
held within the past
in memories that
fall from trees in evening breeze
and rest in faded
sepia tone casks
just beyond their glory hues
the dimmer glow grasps
onto desperate waves
in aging brains
in burning rains
that catch street lights
in their paths
and hold the dimmer glow
in their clouds
just beyond the ceiling
of cityscapes

His knowledge

his fingers bore no nails
and he smelled of the musty
realm he crept out of from
behind the wooden bookshelf

moonlight shared in his
pale gray flesh that gleamed
between the shadows cast
by stark and soulless window panes

he arched over my body
and turned dark as the night
from which he fell out of
behind the wooden bookshelf

his breath was a silent fog
that enveloped my throat
seizing the air from my lungs
and freezing any movement

his snarl and bearing teeth
were hell fire upon my cheek
a sulfurous kiss from his world
behind the wooden bookshelf

his tongue tasted the saline
cascades flowing from my eyes
it was a flame tasting the energy
of the dark, the unknown, the fear

I watched from a nearby corner
when he sank his dagger teeth in
and I grasped the stone wall that ran
behind the wooden bookshelf

his body pounced on mine
the lurches flickered in the dark
he savored every bite of my flesh
as he trembled in horrific delight

I grew colder and number there
in seeing him devour what was left
and slowly crept as he had crept from
behind the wooden bookshelf

he didn't seem to notice or care
as I neared where I had laid before
beside him I stood and stared
at blood soaked bones and linen

he finished, belched and rose
the moon met his bloody gray flesh
passing through me, he returned to
his world behind the wooden bookshelf

Eyed

eye know

eye see

everything

all those events

that make people

squirm in their seats

sitting before someone

whose known to have

done something that

makes them squirm 

in their seats

eye know

eye see

all those things

violent hands stained

red with guilty blood lust

reaching deep into the physical

to pull that maimed psychotic rabbit

out of the forgotten chaos all the eyes

still dance in every single night

to look down upon a people

frantic when a fragment

of their roots surfaces

in black and white

headlines

eye know

eye watch

how others look

upon how others act upon

their bubbling bodies of chemicals

and triggers and choices to pull those

triggers and jab those blades and 

dose those poisons in public

or in secret but never really

for in deepest of depths

and darkest of skies

amidst the chaos

stirs the pool

of eyes

Were I a wolf

the growling behind me
the snarling breath
on my neck
the jagged piercing
of a jaw full of fangs
the heated adrenaline
coursing through my veins

the beast who knew me
when I took my first breath
the beast who lingers
by my side until death

the tidal waves of rage
the words exploding
with shrapnel
the boiling blood
within this furnace
the stabbing glares
in their hateful pureness

the beast who knows me
in the darkness and deed
the beast who follows
until it chooses to lead

the vengeful thirst
the bottomless well
to drink from
the constant wound
wailing in the night
the sleepless phantoms
rising from the blight

the beast who'll know me
the taste of my blood and soul
the beast who's with me
even when the moon's not full

Night visit

not a hellish host
nor a pantheon of pain
savoring demons
but just one
lonely imp yearning
for a bite
into misery

it first scampered
down the hall
and clung to the
door frame with
its claws digging
into the wood

it then bolted under
the bed where
it started to dig
through springs
and foam and other
mattress mess
until it reached the pillow

it soon sank
its teeth into hair
and scalp and skull
gulping all it could
and crawled into the brain

it nestled there
pulling on the tangled
veins and cords
and relished the warm
bed within the head

its host was jerked
from sleep with
screams of tormenting
pressure as the imp
reclined with its feet
thrust behind the eyes
and the constant gnashing
of the imp's sharp teeth
clinched the poor host's
temples tight and bound

the strike of one
then two, three and four
were decades in this
pit of pain the imp so
savored deep within
only when the strike
of seven when the light
shown down from heaven
did the imp screech in fear
and fled from the aching,
marred and afflicted head

Neo-zombs

the mindless masses
of blank stares reflecting
blank faces staring at
blank pages while
flipping through the
book of this machine

'tis a dreamish world
fuzzy round the edges
while the barks and bites
snip at their heels
but too numb to feel
too drowsy to care
too zombielicious
these earthly vampires

drinking fluoridic
sugar coated cocktails
the big gulps no less
never to say no to more
they've latched on
to their monstrous
mother's teats to suck,
suck, suckle her dry and gray

huzzah to the beasts
that meander and sway
through the torn up corridors
of this barbed wire dream
and gnaw and chew and
feast on the flies they catch
that feed on the fecal
heaps they leave in their wake
for all of this 'tis a
simple cannibalistic ponder
'tis true when they
say absinthe makes the
heart grow fonder

Cadaver

I felt the wings of the flies
the vibrating bits of film
on the backs of opportunists
their master cracked the whip
over their heads in thunder
as I made my bed in mud
their dance over my flesh
were constant tides in the
coming and going and taking
when the sun had rose and
set again, I laid still
slowly I was carried away
by all the tiny feet and fangs
by all the things that cry
out in the dark and shadows
the young flies tore through
my skin with their ravenous
appetites and thirst for blood
the beetles and grubs feasted
on my once hidden organs
now exposed and dispersing
the canine teeth and stabbing
beaks were invited all too soon
and broken bits I became
my left hand dragged off
after being severed at the wrist
every joint became a challenge
for gnawing teeth and
crushing, starving jaws
once my tissues had been
taken and my bones were
yellow hollowed out husks
the sun stole the color of
my lingering hair and
bleached my bones dry
and rains and trees conspired
in taking the memory of me
by splattering my leftovers
with mud and blanketing
them with fallen leaves

The bare woods

the year sighs
the trees strip
the darkness grows
the clock ticks
and the veil runs thin
through the bare woods

where each step echoes
in sloshing crackle leaves
and shattered twigs
in dusk of the twilight
of the year the light wanes
and winds roar
and bodies ache and
creak just as their
naked counterparts
swaying in the bare woods

retreats the light and
the life that burned bright
just weeks before
of vivid hues that drip
off limb and bough to
puddle on the faded grass
the skin wears thin
for those in the bare woods

faces gray and ashen lay
among silken strands
and broken hands who
held the heat and day
creeps the cold on spider
legs to spin the web and
bound its prey in stiffness
pain, in frozen rain that clings
to flesh in the bare woods

Pooled

the pool, a reflection
as black as blood
in the full moon light
it puddled there
in the midnight air
on the ground
without a sound
no time for a gasp
to quick the strike
sudden, from behind
ceasing the cry
blinding the eye
to know whom it sees
within the pool