The Nightmare Within

As night crawls closer
His eyes start to full with tears…
For he knows what cards fate has dealt him.
The darkness in itself brings comfort
As silence falls on the ground below him
Darkness clawing from within his skin,
As the night crawls closer,
He peels of his visage.
As the loneliness sets in,
His insecurities taking over that which he strived to protect
Thoughts of death encompasses his being…

As the night falls upon him,
Evilness seeps out from his soul
Voices running through his head
Screaming…
Pleading…
Insanity setting in
Clawing
Gnawing
Battling to get to the surface….
As the moon splashes over his face,
He feels the evilness inside him transforming.

As the moon fills the room
He realizes his fate is sealed….
Giving up,
Losing control…
Losing Consciousness …
As the moon moves across the sky,
Vivid Dreams… Fantasies…. Nightmares… Becoming reality…
or has it?
The screams of a child echoing through his head,
Staring through the eyes of a monster,
No control!!!!
“MY GOD STOP THIS MADNESS!!!!!!” He screams desperately
As the beast rips apart the child,
Blood gashing from its veins
Bones Crackling…
Devouring the screams
Finding pleasure in its pain….
Silence……

As the sun dares to raise his head
Afraid of the nightmares night might have caused,
An emptiness resides,
The reminisces of insanity gleaming from unknown afflictions,
As the orderlies wake him,
His eyes burning from the gleaming sunlight.
As he loses himself in the pale white walls
Amnesia sets in…
As he realizes…
He is lonely….
Once again

he is good, good

Hear they sing

Crowd bubbling in blue lyrics

Mountains and valley mount

Stage to break in dance

Seas and oceans stood

Waving the heavens in gladness

They all in one voice

He is good

Earth embraces his splendors

Trees throwing hand of hallelujah

And earth from her root

Heed so deep unto his word

Breathe on land, in water, on air

All in one voice

He that invented us

He is good.

The Cricket

The cricket played his woeful tune,
Underneath the bright shinny moon’
And he began to sing a song,
Of short nights and days so long’

Out of the forest the animals came,
Greeted each other by their name’
Gathered around the warm fire light,
As the melodies filled the air of the night’

The cricket sang of sad days gone by,
Love found love lost and wiped a teary eye.
And as the evening came to a draw,
The animals applaud and shouted more.

The cricket hung his head down low,
And said, “Alas” for I must go.
For as I’m already late,
To meet my love at the pearly gate’

While the animals walked away feeling sad,
The cricket ended his mournful ballad.
The animals bid their last farewell,
As they returned to where they dwell’

As the cricket his last chord strung,
Tied a noose, silently he hung.
As his life began to ebb, he started to pray,
That his love would meet him halfway’

Unwanted Destiny

Alone on a deserted island's beach
With no one I could possibly reach
I'm surrounded with an unknown land
Not one trace of footsteps in the sand
Around me I carefully take in what I see
Could there be someone else out here other than me
Behind me lies a forest filled with a gloomy, thick mist
'Go inside', the voices inside my head insist
Tempted, I venture towards the gloom
Unaware of my awaiting doom
I take one more step and already know it's too late
There's no way of escaping my terrifying fate
My life is meant for this, is all they say
My whole existence, been planned for this day….
………………………………………….
Now I'm something that disturbs your pleasant dreams
Filling the night with deathning screams

La Poetic Justice

Hark to this oath I state
I am stoned for I equal
Myself with Shakespeare

Traces of my calling I
Reminisce my heavenly meetings
With Him afraid I was to come but
He said tell them I AM sent me

Persecution is rendered to me
Daily I accept your claims

Earnestly I’m in search to
Allow inspiration to pertain
In my habitation I’m rest
Assured that only a few

Can participate randomly
In this space that His
Breathe breathed into mine
Nostrils so I only release gospel

I cast the first poem
Whose repertoire shall you
Believe if Shakespear before
Me who can spit against me

The rhymes in my rhythms
Correspond to Russell Simmonds
Attributes in paving the way
For young poets to become like JAY

My speech is like a leech
Sucking out all your thought
Patterns drying up your ink
Much written nothing conveyed

Justice shall be served
I will be criticized for mine
Utterance Shakespeare beseech them
For they only know what they know to do

Its a Wrap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Princess Of Darkness

In my dark and secret place.
I have demons in my head.

They tell me, what to do.
They tell me, what to say.
They even tell me, what to feel.

Its pure evil.
These forces, have taken over me.

I can slip into the darkness, for days on.
I have become quite fond of the darkness.
and I've learnt how to enjoy, dwelling in the past.No matter how painful it is.

I feel safe in the darkness.
The pain that is supposed to hurt me is now somewhat comforting.

Its not I can't let go of my past.
I don't want to.

For my pain is all I know.
It's all I can respond to.
It's who I am,
and its who I always will be.

There's nothing better than the essence of drowning in my own tears.

The demons are gaining on me.
They are extremely powerful.

I surrender to them without a fight.
I gladly give up my bleeding soul,

as I can't be more damaged than I already am.

The Mirror

As I gazed into the mirror deep
The dark evening, candle lit
I fell into a trance like sleep
Mesmerized as I did sit

Staring deeply at my facial form
Surveying each and every curve
I noticed something not the norm
Fear struck down each and every nerve

For it was me, was looking in
About that, no reasonable doubt
But by a strange and eerie feeling knew
It was someone else, was looking out

And my mind then made connection
Between the subtle and the crude
What stared back lacked affection
Bordering on the down right utter rude

Above a chin that seemed too bold
I sensed an evil in that grin
Lingering eyes too round and cold
Concealed dark secrets from within

Looking back in blatant panic
I knew then a presence in my midst
Denounced all that stood satanic
Knowing it fruitless as I didst

Its stare burned with bitter hatred
I bid it out but it did stay
For my escape, it hadn’t catered
For I could never then look away

Then two arms reached out and grabbed me
From within the mirror of hell
And my essence then escaped me
Through the portal then I fell

And as I watched the world without
From my new boundary from within
My soul did scream and shout
Back from my body an evil grin

Searching then for rhyme or reason
My mind – it would not sway
Then in its final act of treason
I watched my body walk away

When Johnny died

When Johnny died
All the little kids cried
For the hero, villains fear
Was no longer here

And I don’t know what to do
I said I don’t know what to do-do
All the little things they gathered
Turned Johnny into the bruised and battered

In the middle of the night
All the little kids tried
Even the non-believer Dave
To dig into Johnny’s grave

And I don’t know what to do
I said I don’t know what to do-do
Johnny’s grave in the cemetery
Was all but empty

When Johnny died
All the little kids cried
For the hero, villains fear
Was no longer here

Xenoth

Dreams of incandescent Absinthe green
Had summoned me to this icy shore
Where a boundless rocky beach had bled
The mouth of Styx across its bay

And behind its jagged broken line
A mournful jungle of doom and gloom
Deteriorated backwards kissing misty cliffs
Affront the mighty Mountain Doom

How the thunder did echo as the lighting had struck
Around its fiery towering peak
Gargoyles frolicking either side – wings swatting the light
From a murky, dreary, bloody moon

And to its east an awful blackened field
Sprung up with scornful shrub of thorn
Spawning pastures where no kine could ever dine
On any fodder that they fancied

To the west – an echo of a forever set sun
Still haunted the night, where it would never again shine
Crying softly in burned out nuclear streaked clouds
In lament to the testimony of its earlier might

And from the peak of the mountain in a steep craggy voice
Screeched a decorative ancient song – adorning night so foul
A chilling ghostly voice account:
How sub-class gods had fallen from grace

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Demon ad infinitum madness

He had sat in asylum
Inly longing
Inly longing for the lifting
The lifting of this insanity
Insanity from melancholy severe
This desperate lament
As the good years washed away with muddy discolour

And it had finally come for him
Come to put out his life
To extinguish his soul
Like a blown out candle
In the deep dark crypt, of his despair

This bizarre mirage of horror
This appalling demon
This innkeeper of destruction
Sent forth
To bring under domination
To subjugate
To subdivide, and subtract
From what was left of his frail mind

This horrid predicament
His unfortunate fate
Unintentionally he’d granted it suffrage
So now
It – his horrent houngan
He – its horrible magister
Their linkage married
In the mechanics of their ungodly operation

And as it dealt the cold death blow
It did so swiftly, without mercy
And with every essence of his being
He experienced in full
The predacious deliciousness
Of its horrid and intolerable magery

His untimely and ridiculous demise
Sealed, sorted and stamped
In this
Made to measure madhouse