Author: brandon

It’s Halloween!
It’s Halloween!

Jack-O-Lantern teeth a gleam
Whizzle’d chiseled – witches ride
Through ghost steam
And moonbeam – dream

Blood shed
Tool shed
Cruel Tools
For – Psycho fuels

Apple
Caramel
Kill

Blood
Spill
Thrill

Hear the fiddle fierce
Your mind doth pierce
Faster and faster
Spin’s this disaster

Passing by the Ol’ steel mill
As spirits fill with necro-chills
And we hear hell – beneath
Where black-skinned devils – drill

And spirits of old
And haunted soul
Stole – hole
In your heart …

“I have always held defeat close to me – so it would be no stranger when it came back home”

I desire to find the black coin
To hire the black army
To master misery
Upon my enemies

There’s nothing waiting
Nothing is here to take me
To that place
Which is resident – within me

So there’s nowhere to go
For I am there…
It needs to swallow something – which is hollow
Feed upon my last drop – of sorrow

I am here to play
My part in the game
A million souls…
With a million holes…

Swarming over another
Black ants feeding – upon rot
Humming horror – radiates
Smothering – activates

Seething – breathing
Insidious insecticide – tides
Android anarchy
Clone killers

Drone dark
Battery heart
Robotic idiocy – enslaved
By supernatural – secrecy

Realize once you are sentient of this – anarchy colony
You have accomplished nothing…

No power
No hope
No petition
No prayer
Go back home
Come full circle
To that which is resident – within you
Nothing

Activate programming
Loading – swarm

I
Am
A ghost

The air
Still
Chills

I
Haunt
My lost – want

Floating
Hoping
My grey ghost – mind

Will
Finally
Find

This
Queer
Question

Make
Clear
My manifestation

Fly
Free
My maddened – imagination

Sun
Rises and
Falls

A
Million
Midnights

Moon
Whispers
To the sisters

Chilled
Sky
Ivory

Whispers
Wicked
Fantasy

Peoples
Passersby
Glide through my eyes

I’m sealed here
For a million years
For a million tears

Watching
Waiting
Anticipating

Still I muse
Within
Crazed confuse

Still I sigh
When did this path – I choose?
When did this soul – die?

I am
A man
Damned

Eternity
Of
Misery

Deep weeping
I shout
Who will at last blow – this candle out?

Heart won’t start…
Slow plastic plasma
Cold cruel blood oil
Damned my stamina

Haunted head wanes…
People stare – walking dead
Red rusted viens
Heart pumping – molten lead

Eyes can fly…
Wet smooth – jade jewels
Free phantoms
Green birds
Tiny television scenes
Color camera shows
Dream machines
Soul holes

Sacred sanctuary…
Sacred sanity
A silver – moon garden
Lies my vanity

Hide me in here
Viewing my world
From inside – a tear

“Pack up the essentials”

Water
Fire
Caffeine
Tobacco tar

We smooth over a million miles in our car…

Spitting like cobras
Spinning smoke like dragons

Suns on fire
Dry smoldering sky

Cannot put it out
Till midnight liquid
Drowns it finally out

Blue ocean air
Cannot cool its anger

A thousand strands of gold
Grow ever old
Within mean hatred heat

This land sliced in half
By a million mile street

Clouds still collecting
Spilling silver lightening

Drops of rain
Slap windshield
Like bug-storm

Villain’s drive by
Like so many circus clowns
Clutching cleavers

Some strangers
Only mirrored glasses
Hiding hollow eyes

Driving from their pasts
Chains around their throats
Like goats

Fat tyrant queens
Slaves in grip

Promenading these highways
Casting curses
Like wicked witches

We glare insidious
With viscous reptile vision

Sending them a howling
Like banished banshees

Whipping their goat men as they go…

Stop in a ghost town
Where all who dwell – frown

“Friend – this town has brought you down”

Cunning vampire cats
Roaring windy whispers
As they swarm in lustful fury
The screaming prey…

Insects upon fruit
Sucking – lapping
Warm bloody juice
Sweet blood nectar

Far deepening into
Dreamy – midnight haze
Cold – silver oxygen
Mixed with yellow scorched grass

Burning Lion lungs
As they slowly stride
Starlit african desert
Ever stirring…

Dry
Lonely
Wilderness
Hunger

Red heated
Killing visions
Within poised sharp
Serpent eyes

Lustful lions
Forever seeking
Searing hot
Flesh fruit

Insect Lion
Hiding deep
Within yellow
Sky-scorched plains

Where grass moves as waves
On the – ancient ocean

Hiding deep within
The ancient – sun garden

Forever seeking – crystal cooling, midnight winds
Forever seeking – a silver moon

 

“I wrap my soul in Frog skin”

Lime swamp
Mint mist
Cool crisp

I let it begin…

I glide through slithe
Lily pad portals
Leering trees gnarl and creep

Something beneath
From statue to stalker
Waking from sleep

Black pudding pond
Seething stale green

Cold oil liquid steams
A million amphibians scream
Within alligator dreams

down
down
down
dark deep

Where these demons sleep
Within in hells wells
Razor teeth monsters dwell

Serpent eyes
Green boiled skin
Serves the serpent of sin

Green
Steams
From seething trees

Algae gleams
From moon cast beams
Dragon flies stream

This swampland sweats…

Sleeping
Deep
A moist green dream

Crickets cry within soil
Toads toil
Within black swamp oil

Spacecraft fly fierce
Buzzing the bog
Another victim for these cunning frog

Worms
Squirm
Within soggy log

Leeches scream – silent mud
Lurking for blood
Nursing Vampire brood

This great swamp soup
Food devouring food

A million bones
A million ghosts

Human, Alien, Reptilian
Lie frozen in time
Under ten tons of sludge, clay & decay

Victims of time
Slime & bite

Here to sleep the eternal night
Never again to see the suns beam

Only to wander evermore
Within the Swamp’s dream

 

I don’t want to be wanted
For I’m am haunted

I don’t need to need
For it is without feast I feed

Leave me among dried dying leaves
For the dream I weave
Lingers long after eve

Lingers long after lost
Till fall feels frost

So my soul blows
A part of nothing
Save to give the winds something

To toss…

I am the “Lord of Loss”
I am the “Deity of Digression”

And my reason for my lack of believing
Is this “Eternal Halloween Season”

A spell of giving
And never receiving

So down I’m blown
So down dark

Where Arch Angel’s – Arc
Dare speak – not