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There Coming To Get You Barbara
There Coming To Get you Barbara
just for Barbara & her brother
pulled up to the cemetery & looked around
a chill in the air got there late for day light savings time
Suddenly a figure crawls out at the scene
shadows block the image in their mind
demonic creatures had lurched through the portals of space
next came a tug from her brother shirt then a fight ensued
a myriad chase was underway cracking one zombie in the head
next the brother gets knocked over the head
Barbara frantic now runs to the nearby car
going too fast she puts on the gas
slamming into a tree
next she gets out of the car & runs to a nearby vacant house
it was the invasion of the zombie people
no stained glass moment or church steeple
She vaguely remembers her brother saying, "There coming to get you Barbara...
the creatures fight to get inside her dwelling she is surrounded
it's the night of the living dead
Some crazy things going on inside her head
closer they come yet she stands guarded by a humble man
sullen creatures of the night with viscous fangs that bite
blood dripping off the side all need to run away & hide
There is no escape now...
who am i?
when all confidence has left you,
and you feel bereft of love,
forsaken by those who claimed they cared,
that's when i'll fit you like a glove.
i'll wait behind your neediness,
and use arrogance, he's my friend,
i'll have you projecting all of me
onto children, women, and men.
that's when i do my finest work,
and all of me i'll bring,
when others up and leave you,
i'll infect you, and do my thing.
my presence will be cunning,
my manipulation sly,
i'll have you wrapped around me,
you won't even ask yourself why.
the more of you i can consume,
the larger we become,
to contaminate all is what i want,
'cause YOUR pain, to me, is FUN!
a fiendish scowling wimp, you see,
a psychopath, my dear,
enjoying all your suffering,
your kidnapper...i'm fear.
10:07 AM 6/22/2013 ©
Fear's House Of Mirrors
fear is the king
of a coward's delight,
fear rules illusions
that cloud all fools' sight,
fear wants compliance
adoration and praise,
fear becomes arrogance
when you challenge his gaze,
turning the tables around
can be bliss,
when I make friends with fear
his intentions I twist,
fear uses everyone
and makes them his slaves,
fear turns the souls
of some dead in their graves,
fear teases weaknesses
of youth and of old,
fear changes hearts of warmth
into stone cold,
fear is the god
that brings glory to killing,
fear is the god
that makes the spineless willing,
motivation of many is controlled by fear,
due to principles twisted,
and virtues unclear,
many will use fear,
unwilling to see,
their fears are controlling them
clear as can be,
if ever you see one who
worries too much,
believe it is fear that is
gaining their trust,
fear is a mirror
when we've lost our way,
that tells us "forget love, honey...
I'm your hero...please stay?"
misguided people fall into fear's rut,
they slip and fall in,
losing touch with their gut,
banish your worries
and live in the now,
To strongarm your fears,
honeybun, this is how!!
6:57 PM 6/19/2013 ©
Nightmare
Of the disheveled remnants of horrific encounters,
Of the shadow caste, fabricated in haunted recesses of our minds,
Worries, fears, nightmares; block everything but misery,
An amalgam, this horrendous brood of all kinds
Shaking, shaking hysterically, fear uncontrolled.
Frightened and frozen we linger, trapped, alone
Sweating tears of blood; smells of rotten flesh,
A presence, abhorrent; our skin crawls away from the unknown
Hands! Paralyzed, heat leeched away,
Cold! Eyes wide, spasms; waves of pain,
No air; can’t breathe, erratic bass sounds in our ears;
Struggling, must break free, straining…strain…
Alert, awake, upright in bed.
Sweat beads on your skin,
Still frightened, senses still heightened,
Terror. Horror’s conjoint kin.
Silence makes her appearance,
Limbs filled with needle and pin,
Lying back down to sleep,
Trying to avoid dreaming again.