Black, White, and Red

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What, to my surprise, appears behind my bloodshot eyes

To deceive and delude another nights peaceful interlude

 Serenity interrupted by this sandman so corrupted

As my thoughts turn a cartwheel within the surreal

 

This maze full of nothing demands my mistrusting

Doors opening into bricks as my eyes they play tricks

Tumbling upwards shouting “why?!” into an oceanic sky

As nonsense fills my head, with black, white and red

 

The crazy ass clock mocks with it’s ticks and it’s tocks

Believing that I’m scared to see my rationality unspared

I hide in plain sight so illusions find me night after night

Because what they don’t know is this ain’t my first show

 

Patiently waiting at the station for my train to damnation

Mental bags are all packed full of the bizarre and abstract

So now I lay me down to sleep, my sanity surely yours to keep

Or at least to borrow, til the morning sun delivers tomorrow

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Blood Red

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A path gets dark and twisty in the deepest wood

Easy to forget not to stray from an overgrown path

When the rain comes down it’s time to don your hood

Beware the dangers of a forest filled with fury and wrath

 

Stay on course and hastily make your way

With a purpose in mind and a goal to achieve

Un-frightened by ominous sounds of the day

Oblivious to peril inside a land of make believe

 

A coarse growl penetrates the mist and rain

A guttural noise that would bring a chill to the bone

An ageless cacophony only resembling torturous pain

Sacrificial feast to be made of a lost soul found all alone

 

Confrontation of the seemingly naïve and innocent

Not a care in the world under fragility of trusting youth

Apparently without knowledge of the outcome imminent

Literally a “Babe in the woods” unprepared for nail and tooth

 

A simple task conveyed; a thoughtful visitation the mission

On this bleak and dreary, wet and treacherous morning

To continue onward, safe passage required permission

Unready for anything resembling conflict without warning

 

What would Grandmother say about this gruesome scene?

When hackles were raised and razor sharp teeth were bared

Flesh ripped from bone and the mist obtained a scarlet sheen

After the events were relayed, Grandmother only declared…

 

Sakes alive my little Red

That poor, poor wolf

He never had a chance.

Night Light

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Is there anything as terrifying

As an irrational fear of the dark?

Is that truly where the monsters play

And the Demons leave their mark?

 

Not just a frightened child’s torment

Or a figment of wild imagination

Never ever can it be honestly said

That this dread is of minds creation

 

Age or gender is of no consequence

When referring to matters of dark oblivion

For the creatures of the blackened realm

Exist within or without absolute obsidian

 

Truth be told they are always there

Needing not the shadows to hide inside

Free to roam under a midnight sky

Yet uncompelled to be nighttime’s bride

 

What you must understand as wholly true

Is that what lurks in obscurity just out of sight

Is not only the horror of what cannot be seen

But also thrives alongside us in the light

In Dark Corners

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Brought back to life in a cold sweat

Snapping out of vivid imagination

Taken for a wild ride once again

As the spinning room settles down

Eyes open wide to the possibility

Of reality never coming into focus

An existence dances in the shadows

While illusion grabs up all the light

A place deep inside that takes hold

Playing keep away with proper sanity

Held prisoner inside these four walls

Sunlight and it’s absence are wardens

A jailbreak gets played out every night

Within the confines of a frantic dream

Conceived with careful forethought

Never to be brought to it’s fruition

As it is always deemed much safer

Inside the chain link and razor wire

In Dark Corners of a dangerous mind

Ring Of Fire

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Borne within is the power to burn

A blistering razor wire lies in wait

For the ill-fated who dare oppose

Or the hatefully mindless aggressor

 

Step lightly where only Angels dared tread

Mindful of those who have gone before

Leave no trace of your undesired presence

Knowing a ripple causes permanent waves

 

Never look back at the river of flames

As the ferryman will wait for eternity

To carry you quickly and excruciatingly

Farther away from Dante’s doorway

 

Beware the hungry hounds at the gate

Held in molten chains about to break

Images of Hellfire inside ravenous eyes

Chops licked in such deadly anticipation

 

Once again I caution the boldly unaware

To seek absolution for their atrocities

The “Man In Black” welcomes with open arms

All who are willing to gamble with their soul

Me And My Shadow

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Welcome back my grinning friend

You’ve been away far, far too long

Where the HELL have you been?

 

 

No wait, you best not answer me

You see, it is questions like this

That get me in all sorts of trouble

 

 

Like the time we……..never mind

I shudder to think of the damage

We have caused together, you and I

 

 

I see you creeping in my window

Your black toothed smile on display

With boundless Devilry in your eyes

 

 

As hard as I try to look the other way

You keep showing up at my feet

Seemingly taller every time

 

 

As my days get shorter and fewer

Can I rely on you my tried and trusted

To be there when any light shines?

 

 

Counting on me to look into that light

Finding the brighter side of circumstance

While you balance it with dark presence

 

 

Don’t be gone so long next time you stray

Stay close in case I am lacking distraction

You happen to be, after all…….My Shadow

I Was A King

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A welcomed sight for very sore eyes

Sturdy stone mansion high up on a hill

Weary from my travels, moon on the rise

A place to rest and fend off nights chill

 

A palace for Kings long ago many ages

Stories that could be told within these walls 

Of wise men, warriors, maidens and sages

Presence of nobility once roamed these halls

 

A quiet tension unmistakably evident inside

Walls seem to whisper and the floors loudly squeak

Wherein so many phantoms of past history reside

Spectral inhabitants have been waiting to speak

 

With fire in hearth, and warmth to the bone

I settle in for a peaceful nights sleep

Fire casts shadows on walls made of stone

Apparitions of the ages held in castles keep

 

Dark shadows dance and play in the light

As a chill strikes the air and swallows the heat

State of trance overwhelming, captive of the night

Frozen solid with fear no strength to retreat

 

Wild visions of this property and it’s horrific past

A power drunk King and his insatiable bloodlust

Centuries old nightmares have been freed at last

Crimes of the unspeakable and savagely unjust

 

Trapped in my own skin as history replays

Paralyzed in ice as the fire rages higher

Frozen grip of fear weakens as I meet His gaze

Acknowledgement of a past life my funeral pyre