A Visit from the Grim Reaper (a poem)

The Grim Reaper visits me in the heat
of noontime, black cloak passing
sun’s rays into my eyes, blinds me.

I cannot see (why) the Reaper is here,
picking this time in bitter sunshine to
hoarsely whisper sweet nothings.

A bone-white face, cruel, he opens
his jagged mouth and screams, the sound
smashes windows, makes babies cry.

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An Awful Sight (a poem)

Deep in the woods at night
I came upon an awful sight
a corpse, ashen and stiff
it was quite a terrible fright

The body was by the cliff
and suddenly it did shift
I screamed, ran like hell
my legs moved very swift

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Held Prisoner (a poem)

I can swear I heard waves,
gently washing on a shore,
but I could not see an ocean,
for I was locked under the cellar door

The wild man put me here,
after pounding my head on the floor,
he danced in the moonlight,
he never told me what for

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Each Time we Sleep (a poem)

The lights flickered once, and we knew
what was to come, walking in the
crumbling building,

collapsing like a sandcastle
on top of us, buried underneath now
gasping for air, losing our sense
of reality, a dream-land of

new colors and shapes,
smothered and can’t escape,
‘till the ominous face appeared,
like the Wizard of Oz
the face covered with sores

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Soul-Eater (a poem)

The soul-eater has corrupted me thoroughly

this world teeters on brinks of insanity –

the soul-eater lurches thru

underground tunnels quietly,

he searches for innocence

to destroy violently –

save me from the soul-eater,

I beg you, please,

nothing is sweeter to him

than sadistic glee.

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Blood Feud (a poem)

I don’t know how this war started

but I know its ultimate end –

blood feud over pieces of land,

lustful for riches in the sand,

exploitation of earth,

mass machines churning

in desolate fields –

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Night Terrors (a poem)

We snake thru the glorious night,

red lights shining in angry eyes

searching for honey that’s in the

blood-fields, the tundra that’s

thawing as spring comes upon us

like hell-fire visions –

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