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Daemon

We are those who go bump in the night:
the shadows on the wall, the small child’s fright.
We’ll terrorize you to our delight
before swallowing up the last of the light.

We are the shades who hunt the line
between our world and that of thine.
On sweetest sins we nightly dine,
a desecration quite divine.

We have lived long through the ages
and lurked between your fables’ pages.
We’ve supped upon your finest sages
and shouldered your worst warriors’ rages.

The time has come; your end is nigh
as our wings blot out the sky.

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Zombie

You’re stumble, mumble fumbling,
so messed up that you’re tumbling
down heights and hills and high ways –
but please steer clear of my ways.

Your noxious scent’s quite petulant,
your manners aren’t quite heaven-sent,
and your broken bones are jonesin’
with gangrene fermentosin’.

Your slack-jawed face that lacks awe
has seen the wrong side of a hacksaw
and you lost your ear right over ‘ere
and I think I can see your derriere…

Well…I’ll do God’s work and put you down
with a bullet right upon your crown.

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Dear Diary

Today I posted something on the internet again
and all my friends laughed
and hit the “like” button
except for the fakes and haters
who reblogged it with mean comments
about how I should leave my parents basement
and go outside and get a tan
but they’re just jealous
of how awesome I am.

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Tiamat

Rain…fall…
Slow~ly~
If only you’d stop,
if on~ly.

Rain…fall…
Dee~per~
Chilling my bones,
you creep~er.

Rain..fall..
Qui~cker.
The wetter the roads,
the sli~cker.

Rain..fall..
Down~ down.
Flooding the rivers,
drowning the town.

Rain. Fall.
To~night.
Swallow the world
and swallow~ the light.

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After the thundercrack

You’re so bold:
like a raven in the night;
like a candle out of sight.

You’re so cold:
like the shadow of a life;
like the flashing of a knife.

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Craven country

Why do they call us “consumers”
instead of valued “customers?”
Are we supposed to be gluttons
who are being raised for mutton?

Are we nothing more than sheep
that the wealthy like to keep
penned up in a golden cage,
indigent even in our rage?

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Ring around the Roses

 

While the music plays
its rich and baritone notes
life is a grand thing.

Then “without warning”
the music suddenly stops
and we all fall down.

 

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Quality Conversations

One evening I met God
on a bench by the bubbling river
which divided the town.

And I asked him a question,
the most important one I could think of:
“What’s your favorite burrito?”

He seemed startled by it,
maybe even so far as off-put,
and he asked me “Why?”

I replied simply,
“Because no one else would ask you this
and perhaps you want to share.”

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Over the balcony

Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.

I’ll love you even past sundown;
I’ll shout my love throughout the town.
I’ll love you ’til the stars fall down
and then, with them, I’ll craft your crown.
I’ll love as I’m sinking down
when on your love it is I drown.

Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.

I’ll lovingly walk at your side
and hang upon your arm with pride.
I’ll love you by the riverside
when laughingly we’ll run and hide.
I’ll love you still ‘long the roadside
while we take the long miles all in stride.

Call to me,
oh lover, lover –
call to me again.

I’ll love you each and every night
and through each and every fight.
I’ll be your master, king, and knight
and serve my mistress to her delight.
I want to take you home tonight
is there any chance, my dear, we might…?

Listen now,
oh lover, lover:
of course my answer’s yes.