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Elizabeth and the Zealot

His embittered smile proclaims of an innocently senile man, but his rancid breath reeks of irreparable psychological damage.

Outside, a group of children playing tag in the playground across the street, clambering across loose gravel and joyously shrieking as outstretched hands willingly grab for their shoulders, caught unaware and simply caught.

Inside his shirt, the old crucifix his long-deceased mother gave him on the brink of her deathbed, clasp half-broken and several priceless encrusted jewels missing; a toothless grin, unfaithful gaps. The tiny metal weighs heavily against his unwashed chest, the unpleasant sensation almost burning a hole through his heart. Sometimes, he mutters a memorised creed out of reflex, though no one believes in it anymore. Perhaps not even God Himself. But him?

Mindless gazes. The chipped, mouldy statue of a weeping wooden saint in one dark nook of the living room, rotting food and dusty candles its ever-resilient offering. The mirror, barely reflective, smudged with soot and cobwebs and his tuberculosis-infected saliva. The closed window beside him like a sleepy eye, tiringly wary as it occasionally betrays a resounding laugh or a glimpse of excitedly-billowing hair. He forgets so many things nowadays, but he always remembers. The children. He must watch the children.

Or else?

Or else…

Grabbing his ragged coat from the settee, the man coughed into his fist once, twice, and absently wiped the offending knuckle onto his beige pants. He headed for the door and resolutely grabbed the tarnished doorknob with a shaky hand. The hinges squeaked. A child, perhaps the acting leader of the pack, called out for everyone’s attention as he insisted to play hide and seek.

A countdown, and the palpable air of small bodies scattering. The man decided musingly, that he would humour them and join in their little pastime. He’s always been good at hiding. Though, he sighed out in quiet lamentation, with his old age and raging rheumatism, it would not really make the job any easier for him.

But only one child would win the game that night.

No one would ever find her.

He’ll make sure of that.

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Butcher With The Bad Blood

He will remain a walking corpse
His legs will move forward
Addictions itch at his throat
But only to crave more of the blood
He seeks, the man only thirsts…

~*~

Rapid-fire anger management and profanities screaming

You hold your own shredded throat by the unlocked trigger

And clutch tight, like the desperate straws you’re grasping

Beating dead, fucked over by your own sovereign banter

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Relinquish the power, decorated in track marks and golden medals

But it could only last so long before synthetic monuments crumble

And you find your own damned children splattered all over the walls

Covered in a rain of glass and guilt, begging for some salvation to call

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Viciously, all the bloated carnage starts reeling away from your reality

Disrupted by the way your faked defensive cries are still failing humanity

No empathy could ever understand the infection burning out your brain

You started with blind rage and opened up hell, but only mangled eyes remain.

~*~

Buried, his tomb will breathe
His hands will rise
From his shallow grave
Begging only for sleep
Dear father, I’ll be waiting
Saved you a seat in hell…

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Domestic Park

Desk drawers

Fractured tibia

Stopwatch red

Dream febricula

Medicated blues

Hangover sober

Ready-set overdose

Insides uncovered

Busted-up mouth

Bloodied ceiling

Cracked linoleum

Window unhinging

Screaming children

Playground purple

Tempest tantrums

Drainage overfull

Halted arguments

Gossipy neigbours

“Do-not-cross” tape

Handcuffed endeavour

Guilt-ridden laughter

Covered up with tears

Madness manifesting

“I didn’t do it, dear.”

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Mama, didn’t mean to make you cry

Mama, we’re all gonna die
Stop asking me questions
I’d hate to see you cry!
Mama, we’re all gonna die…

~*~

Mama,

The baby boy that you cared for just didn’t want to be your son

He wanted his dad to look up to, he wanted to be a better man

He tied his shoes the way you taught him, lace over under one

He packed his bags to chase the sky, and away your baby boy ran

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Mama,

The baby girl that you loved just didn’t want any of your compassion

She wasted her life and bled her thoughts with rusty gears and a knife

She tied her hair the way you taught her, plaited neat with a pink ribbon

Clicked her heels and stole some wheels, now your baby girl’s a wife

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Mama,

The little child that you raised just simply didn’t want to let you down

For you worked your backbones broken and you sold your golden crown

You just wanted a better future for us, and to live to see our tomorrow

Oh mama, how would you have known that it would all end in sorrow?

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Mama,

I don’t know how you always have stark hope, forever keeping our strayed faith

Pray some more, sweat every pore, and cross your fingers hard until it breaks

But mama, you never asked anyone anything, no, you never begged Him why

I’m sorry mama, I promise we will be okay someday, so don’t cry, please don’t cry

~*~

And if you would call me a sweetheart
I’d maybe then sing you a song
But the shit that I’ve done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all night long!

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Aberration Alphabet

A is for Annie, who got dropped by a stork

B is for Bernard, who poked a toaster with a fork

C is for Clarisse, who tossed a gun in the oven

D is for Desmond, who jumped a building to reach heaven

E is for Ellie, who got her scarf stuck in a door

F is for François, who thought quicksand was a floor

G is for Gloria, who slept under a falling seesaw

H is for Harold, who shaved with a power saw

I is for Irah, who swallowed radium as a trick

J is for Joseph, who downed twenty pills when he got sick

K is for Karen, who drank her weight in the ocean

L is for Lawrence, who juggled knives for some fair fun

M is for Mary, who used hairspray with a lighter

N is for Norman, who got splashed with liquid nitrogen all over

O is for Olive, who had a hungry spider living in her ear

P is for Philippe, who slept with his car in second gear

Q is for Queenie, who thought the iron was a phone

R is for Richard, who hugged a lorry while walking home

S is for Suzie, who caught her pigtails in the turbines

T is for Thomas, who forgot to chew his pork rinds

U is for Ursa, who tripped while holding an axe

V is for Vladi, who set jackhammer levels to max

W is for Wanda, who mixed antifreeze with a beer

X is for Xerxes, who wore sausage links to lure a bear

Y is for Yancey, who touched high voltage live wires

Z is for Zachary, who read this rhyme and got highly inspired.

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Souvenir Youth

Not so innocent
On the street hustling
Never be Miss America
In the backseat of a Celica
Crashing with a deadbeat
Living large on a love seat
In a small town, no scene
Turns out it was a pipe dream…

~*~

Daddy’s little princess

Moonlighting as a crack whore

In the dirty streets of LA dark

Her body is a dollar store

And her boyfriend paints her

With bruises every single night

And she cries in her sleep

And smiles at desperate dikes

Mummy’s little champ

With a joint and a tramp

And he earns his rolling dough

With illegal backdoor grow

And he hates his fucking life

And he beats up his wife

And his children are wasted

For luxuries they haven’t tasted

Little Princess and the Champ

Now that they’re all grown up

Saw the harsh reality of the world

As their innocence has burned

And it isn’t all just pink glitter tiaras

And it isn’t all just golden trophies

And sometimes they grow up to be

Just like their mummies and daddies.

~*~

Expectations
Go to hell
Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs…

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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…

~*~

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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The Children of the Endless

Shall Fate be surpassed by Time’s willing hand

And thus Destiny be overtaken?

The Universe fails so to understand

Human lives are Awakened, Forsaken

Pain implores high, His Desire overwhelms

Desperation arises from within

While Ecstasy is at Morpheus’s helm

Feeding minds false Indulgence and sweet Sin

Thus Delirium gives way to Destruction

And from Decimation, Death does trouble

A clang of the bells shows Dessication

Decay and Parasite feed on the souls

Children of the Endless, forces of Hate

Fathered by Darkness, your Eternal Fate.

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Hallowe’en.

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween…

~*~

WHAT SHE FEARS

Ghosts and phantoms of all sizes haunted the dark streets

Monsters and wraiths, terrible creatures in different feats

But as she stared blankly outside the window, sitting in her bed

She realised that the monsters she was scared of most resided in her head.

~*~

HALLOWEENTOWN

They adorn their colourful masks and hide their pale sunken faces

Place bedazzling costumes upon costumes to avoid strange gazes

The entities, every night they play, dressing up as normal humans

Pretending to be normal and hiding their true forms as horrid demons.

~*~

FADE

Once-warm bodies will soon rot and decay

And bitter ashes can scatter, filling the air with a sickly grey

An insipid blotchy photograph’s all there is to stay

A lonely reminiscent of another fugacious life faded away.

~*~

SILENT VIGIL

Flicker, flicker, flicker, off the lighted candles go

Unsteady flames wobbling, gradually they grow

Solemn prayers passed around like a paper and pen

Lost souls pray for themselves; cold, saturnine, forgotten.

~*~

TRICKS AND TREATS

Knocking on the door and chanting “Trick or treat!”

Children smile and eagerly await their free delicious sweets

Tooth-tingling candies to beguile the innocent outright

From the true monsters and devils lurking that very night

With their own personal bags they roam, looking for their free treats

And what that might be? Young children. With fresh tender meat.

~*~

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbours die of fright…

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