“Look mummy! There’s a shape-changer on the roof! First it was a man, and now it is a cougar!” “-Don’t be silly, boy, shape-changers don’t climb onto rooves.” “Yes yes! I saw it! He’s there.” The sun beat down on the mother and son, Their little tea party on the deck continued. Howard finished…
Tag: Decieved
The Past
A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…
The Son’s Confession.
One day I’ll be famous, with power and great wealth, I’d be in perfect body of sound mind and good health. Everyone will like me, I’d be of good repute, If a person contradicts me, my butler will refute Them, and put my reputation on a silver pedestal, No-one knows what else I do so…
Affair
If I was in love, I would take her everywhere with me, Show her around, clothe her dine with her bed her. And she needs drinks, I’d provide, To call this friend an alibi – One to run to, one to hold, As days will pass, in years of old. If I was young, not…
To Drink
A conversation in a bar. On barstools. An alcoholic. She live at the bar. She lives in a bar. She’s homeless. So she lives upstairs. I came in to steady my nerves. Not that I need it all the time like you said you do. You said you need it every day. I only need…
Flickers of Light
To roam those miles in your eyes, Through the lands of your devouring orchids, Covered by lavender and purple orchids, Your garden hides your daughters, A bloodline of high priestess sovereignty, You choose the path you take, Your rights to status marks your best choices, The flickers of light behind each eyelid, My heart thumps…
Hello Friend
Playing my old guitar , Old days like dead stars, falling apart Memories hold me back, they’re trying to Steal my dreams away I’ve never seen such a lonely heart, making my six string Rot and stale. A broken guitar Broken from inside and outside I can hear the screams of pain that has…
IsIsIsn’tIsolated
FunDeadBiBigBusyness 1 There is a pandering, a love to lose yourself; a meandering in wistfulness and dream; a waiting, a weight, like thinking of the moon, in its perfect place. La Luna scale gradient exactly sized to fit between the sun. There are connections to be made, and things too small to know, and beings…
Decieved
Those who do evil, In Gods name, Are deceived, The proof of the fruit, Reveals the root of the tree. There are amongst us, Those who would perpetrate monstrous acts, In Gods name, Proclaiming God to be great, Whilst destroying, Those whom God made. They are deceived, The fruit of their deeds, Reveals the root…