Monthly Archives: September 2016

Industrial Children

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city in a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we’ve been victimised…

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Industrial child born on milk and silk and honey

Adding further to the growing population tally

Upended on West Street, tales you’ve been told

Dad’s headlines are bold, but your oatmeal is cold

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High on lucky charms, bye mummy and daddy

The grass is green and atmosphere baked sunny

Ice cream skies topped with sweet cherry bombs

Love felt on bulletdrops falling on your thumbs

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After your late night shows and silver film reels

After your curious questions and political spiels

They tuck you in the bed with an open nightlight

Pray caution to monsters on your telly to fight

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Lullaby and goodnight, to the grey stars of smog

Sing along to my song and repeat the bass drop

Doodle stars and stripes, draw your glory wings

Write a poem of death and all the bad bad things

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Buy your perfect array of round candy stripes

Red on white pattern lush, like rotting parasites

Build your playhouse set of meanest machines

As you quench your thirst on cans of gasoline

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Playground games held on nuclear powerhouses

Nuclear family and suburban rats and mouses

Paper planes shot down by the airforce strike

On the mountain of rubble you can take a hike

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Taxes pay the price of freedom and sovereignty

Your balloons inflate and pop like the economy

Selling lemonade on a very busy cardboard street

As your competitors oblige your hapless defeat

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Play with your iPhones, take a funny old selfie

Candies you crush, and your bitcoins wealthy

Gratuitous sales, mix and match your parents

Hashtag social posts and comment your caren’ts

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Vote for democracy, take in their bland charm

Pigs festering noisily on a government farm

Kiss and tell, the check marks are welting red

Headless executions are good and all well-fed

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Pet show of snarling dogs and cheeseburger cats

Layers upon bulky layers of humanity’s putrid fat

Insanity is your most and only decent memory

The acceptable norms for this normal society

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Insalubrious snarks can taste so damned good

Like happy meals and creepy clown’s fast food

Virtual playmates will forever aid you, even daily

As company, so that you’re always never lonely

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Education, get your mind and body tossed about

Disappointment, and the teacher whacks you out

Counting numbers of casualties, learn vocabulary

Words get shorter with age, lexicon’s dictionary

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Learn your ABC’s to write horrible death threats

There’s a red light at the end fight, ready get set

Field trips to open massacres, see severed heads

Interview the victims who wish they were dead

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Arrested bumblings, itchy suits, young weddings

Obsolete sayings and fast-fading trendy clothings

Swim on saline, sip sodas that taste like chloride

The summer’s hot, El Niño strikes, grab your bike

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You only live once and die once, so take your pick

Hopscotch on minefields, break bones like sticks

Blow up like bombs on the longer Walmart queue

Run on sulphur streets and flower syringes’ hues

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Replace your baby dolls with actual baby blue

Your soldiers with guns also have all come true

Earth’s an oyster, you’re the pearl trapped inside

Knock against ivory walls yet it’s still shut tight

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But the little child won’t stay for long, innocence is never in fashion

Snuff out that childhood like your cigarette and let maturity festoon

Legally dumb, legally aged, legal legends, and legal lawsuits

Children grow up so fast, in order to escape this world’s vultures

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Industrial child, conceived in a verdant world so rich and healthy

In an abundance of vicious violence and graphic images so wealthy

Industrial child, this is your own place, a personal golden revolution

Millennia of the ages they say, yet reality is a helpless problem with no solution.

~*~
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
I’ll give you something to cry about
St. Jimmy!

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Scenes and Sketches

Oh, how it’s been so long,
We’re so sorry we’ve been gone,
We were busy writing songs for you…

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RAIN WALKS

Feet disturbing rainbow puddles

Wading in the ankle-deep flood

Zephyr and rain torn in muddles

Lost in the milky film of the fog.

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PETTY ARGUMENTS

A shattered half-empty wineglass

Vermilion stains on cream carpet

Tongues storming off, quite crass

Tied in a fight that no one started.

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BUSY CITY

Cosmopolites bustling angry in line

News swing from vine to grapevine

Suits and silk dresses, a bar rumble

Jane is lost in a crazy asphalt jungle.

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DRUNKEN BETS

Caveats written in the cigarette air

Warnings washing up in selt water

Broken glass bottles decides dares

But the last laugh goes to the waiter.

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EXQUISITE CAFÉ

Casual conversation in the quaint quiet lattice

Tall drinks of foamy, rich, and sweetest lattes

Croissants, cakes, pastries, a phantasmagoria

A mollifying ambience far away from hysteria.

~*~

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Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

We all fall down

In fervours of lust

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You’re burning up

Coveting in hatred

If only loathe’s fire

You’d be cremated

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I’d be exuberance

Doing a rain dance

If I assent too high

My feet would cry

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I be your charcoal

You be my red pyre

Clash, fervid souls

Lost in mad desire

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Dig a shallow grave

Purgatory of grace

Burn a devil’s hole

Exhausting our goal

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Lost deep in hell

Yet heart in swell

Soon heat arises

Us left in a mess

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You be in ashes

I be dust ground

If passion passes

Without a sound

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Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

Left in tiny pieces

Faulty vision of trust.

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Lose Hold

I want to spin wildly where the veering planets are

I wish to ride in the blaze of a yellow shooting star

I’d love to count the quarks, kiss the sun, chase hope

I’d be ecstatic to surf the nebula, and simply lose hold

I dream to dance the fun night on the galaxies someday

….If only the cruel hand of gravity doesn’t keep pulling me away.

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Dinner is Served!

Watch your mouth, oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I’m sure you’d want, want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that…

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A high table set for two

Small talk held by glue

Out comes the waiters

Bon apetit! Here’s supper

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Veins popping in vanity

Pustules snap insanity

Optic nerves on my tea

Mouth tastes of saline IV

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Your rancid sick words

Shoved down my throat

Falling fast, broiled cold

Pulsating tongues bloat

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You would not sugarcoat

Though relentlessly gloat

My orifice dripping honey

Disgusting, sticky, runny

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Now swallow your pride

An hors d’oeuvre to slide

Pushpins and rusty tacks

For appetisers and snacks

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Gourmandise on your desire

Dreams roast on an open fire

Slime oozing from a cauldron

Seltzer fizzling, peptic solution

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I’m salivating thickest ink

Blood rich on hungry lips

Coiled intestines unlinked

Lead taken in dainty sips

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A heap, hell, shred of trust

Is all I ever asked, deserve

But you spat out more rust

And feed me more dessert

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You force down fatty lies

And doses of pink poison

Plucked wings of dead flies

Acidic brew of pure emotion

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I understand and I endure

Try to find medicinal cure

But despite meals so many

I’m still wasting away slowly

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I’m sick of disgusting dinners

I’d rather starve than break fast

Like the last meal of a sinner

Lost in hunger and stones cast

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Your dark overcooked words

Just taste severely bitter now

And your false presentations

Won’t appeal to me somehow

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A taste of your own brand of medicine

Right now, is what I’m highly craving

When my blood’s already boiling over

Into scalding burns you won’t recover

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And when you choke on that black bile taste

Regurgitating fast that acrid foamy white paste

Well, don’t you throw it up back to me, crying

Because dear, it’s just rude, and highly unappetising.

~*~

Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take it a day at a time…

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Fallen NecRomancers

The evil that’s between us
Greedy, needy
Self-deceiving, so demeaning…

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You and I are bleeding out the grey dust

That brought us back to our sacred life

And we’re breathing in the silvery trust

And we’re exhaling the softest starlight

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We’re intertwined, modern Adam and Eve

With darkest serpentine apple that we give

Forbidden selfishly from the garden of Eden

But one went away, and only one remained

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We’re trying to recreate with just a single inhale

A chaotic experiment that always ended up failed

We’re attempting to rewrite, change, and revive

Something that, in the first place, was never alive.

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When The Madman Stole Her Away

She was just another broken machine

With a lacklustre life and a weary sheen

But all that changed, blue turned to fay

When the madman stole her away

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He travelled with her, grinning in bliss

Through golden time and silver galaxies

She promised she would, said he’d play

When the madman stole her away

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She’s witnessed both his hearts break

Watched aliens trapped with no escape

Time and time, she has saved the day

When the madman stole her away

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She is powerful, impossible, antithesis

Cause for when the universe freezes

Immaculate, tacky, sexy, he daresays

When the madman stole her away

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She’s been hurt, bruised, and kidnapped

Tossed around and led to a fruitless stop

Banged up, hit, slammed, but she is okay

When the madman stole her away

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Varying strangers have always come and gone

Marvelled in awe, basked in her heart and charm

But in the end, it’s always her and the madman to stay

When the Time Lord Doctor stole the TARDIS away.

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Shapeshifter

Layers of human muscle and skin that I do not own hide the grotesque creature within

As I carry on outside with a different life, following the normalities and smiling politely

But if my deception ever gets found out, I drastically change, to pay for my ultimate sins

A painful transformation, ripping teeth, organs, and morphing bones apart to another false identity.

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Briarcliff Presents: A Short* Introduction Of Characters and Classic Acts In Our Humble Asylum

*The descriptions, not the entire introduction itself.

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The rarest crimson bird

A tainted greedy priest

A blue-eyed naïve nun

That hid a ghastly beast

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A sapphic snoop reporter

A psychotic psychiatrist

A plight pepperpot patient

A very shady Nazi scientist

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A boy hounded by an alien

And his dead pregnant wife

A child thought hit-and-run

But she’s actually still alive

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A great guy, graceless Grace

Hey, infamous Bloody Face

Angel of death’ll be upon us

And an exposé for the ages

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A crying statue of Holy Mary

A bad nymphomaniac Shelly

Anne Frank(?), popsicle Wendy

Killer Santa Claus, that Leigh

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Conscience-plagued guard

Dominique played to insane

A jukebox for Lana Banana

Oh, did I mention the canes?

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A superstitious Mexican lady

One—or maybe two—babies

Cannibalistic mutated crazies

Their endings ain’t quite pretty

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We’ve got twisted mummy issues

And severe scandalous misgivings

We’ve got dirtiest deeds sacrilegious

We got dead couples and mad patients

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It’s quite an interesting roster of visceral macabre characters

In a banger backdrop of a demented rundown asylum within

Now you’ve met the familiar faces, what are we all waiting for?

Let the grim spotlights flicker off and Briarcliff’s horrorshow begin!

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The Marauders’ Ode

The dead of the night in whispers “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good”

Four friends quietly remark elatedly under the invisibility cloak’s hood

Thin ink lines appear in the parchment, and a complex map will unfold

A clever little foolproof trick that only they’ll be able to use and decode

Four friends on the wildest adventure, breaking rules and breaking ennui

Mad marauders making magical mischief and the messiest of melody

The untold heroes with the bravest hearts, silent legends in the academy

And they won’t cease with their fun, mischief-making, and camaraderie

Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail are out to take the world on a rampage

And afterwards, when lumos turns to nox, they return, and…mischief managed.

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