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Storm front… part 1
Storm front… part 1
Steel has a cold hard bite
Separates the lips
Parting madness
Defining a past pretense.
Whispering:
No more….
Where the blood splatter
Mirrors don’t lie, money gratifies
A fashion sense of the twisted and hated
Worn around my neck
Whispering;
No more regrets
Untamed thoughts dance with lightning
Swirls around my eyes
Gently darkening my perception
Drowning my understanding
Leaving a psychotic conversion
Whispering;
What regrets?
Scars separate yesterday with...
Steel has a cold hard bite
Separates the lips
Parting madness
Defining a past pretense.
Whispering:
No more….
Where the blood splatter
Mirrors don’t lie, money gratifies
A fashion sense of the twisted and hated
Worn around my neck
Whispering;
No more regrets
Untamed thoughts dance with lightning
Swirls around my eyes
Gently darkening my perception
Drowning my understanding
Leaving a psychotic conversion
Whispering;
What regrets?
Scars separate yesterday with...
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JeDaVu (3.5)
Ami-an falls claw
-wing over him //soon thererethese
shehas be come ananimal //hands be hindher
they puller a way from Bartok
and hiter onthead afew times //theanimal isgone
theang ry wo man clutcheser head and looksup
shesees threemen one
oft hems he re members //an other Inhibitor
/* Can I go now? */ sheg iggles likea luna
/* Stay away from the Colon y / -tic,tic,tic,tic,tic
she'still gigg / -tic,tic,tic,tic,tic
herstomaches tarts spit ting blood /-ling
/* Stop that! */ Bartoks colds
herstomache re tracts stopsspitting //she'sused tohim...
-wing over him //soon thererethese
shehas be come ananimal //hands be hindher
they puller a way from Bartok
and hiter onthead afew times //theanimal isgone
theang ry wo man clutcheser head and looksup
shesees threemen one
oft hems he re members //an other Inhibitor
/* Can I go now? */ sheg iggles likea luna
/* Stay away from the Colon y / -tic,tic,tic,tic,tic
she'still gigg / -tic,tic,tic,tic,tic
herstomaches tarts spit ting blood /-ling
/* Stop that! */ Bartoks colds
herstomache re tracts stopsspitting //she'sused tohim...
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Poem One-Hundred-Seventy-Six
What a good idea is has been to let them in...
Have they finally discovered the unlocked front door?
Yearning to speak to the inhabitants inside this house?
Any old curl of fingers will do to turn a handle;
Radio signals tapping into the brain stem:
Enemy forces are walking down the sidewalks;
Yesterday was that day,
One of their own caught one of us;
Understanding the lines between certain failure;
Huddling down in the dark old cellar,
Incisors snapping away at each other,
Daring the other to make a sound,
Including...
Have they finally discovered the unlocked front door?
Yearning to speak to the inhabitants inside this house?
Any old curl of fingers will do to turn a handle;
Radio signals tapping into the brain stem:
Enemy forces are walking down the sidewalks;
Yesterday was that day,
One of their own caught one of us;
Understanding the lines between certain failure;
Huddling down in the dark old cellar,
Incisors snapping away at each other,
Daring the other to make a sound,
Including...
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The Legend Of Johnny Scarecrow
Minding his own business
John Brown found himself staring
At the business end of a sawed off shotgun
A potato sack drawn over his head
Didn't even know where he was taken
Never even ever had a chance to run
Hung from a cross with his own belt
At his feet stripped bare of shoes
Fire was set to a methodical stacking of wood
In the Autmun chill of twilight's veil
As his flesh did burn and melt
Gargled screams came from behind that makeshift hood
The remains of his body were discovered the day after
By children on...
John Brown found himself staring
At the business end of a sawed off shotgun
A potato sack drawn over his head
Didn't even know where he was taken
Never even ever had a chance to run
Hung from a cross with his own belt
At his feet stripped bare of shoes
Fire was set to a methodical stacking of wood
In the Autmun chill of twilight's veil
As his flesh did burn and melt
Gargled screams came from behind that makeshift hood
The remains of his body were discovered the day after
By children on...
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death of the one i love
my sanctuary has left me
she took care of me
kept my dad from hitting
me and my mom now she is gone
dead to the world and dead to me
and so now
Sadness envelovelopes me
madness calls me to it's aid
but I had made a mess of myself
for that I must pay
and when i'm all paid up
I shall beg for Mercy
and forgiveness upon my Lord
will he forgive me
or will he let me burn in hell?
she took care of me
kept my dad from hitting
me and my mom now she is gone
dead to the world and dead to me
and so now
Sadness envelovelopes me
madness calls me to it's aid
but I had made a mess of myself
for that I must pay
and when i'm all paid up
I shall beg for Mercy
and forgiveness upon my Lord
will he forgive me
or will he let me burn in hell?
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Questions
You never loved me you never tried
You hurt my heart, tore me apart, and then you up and died
I was too fat, too skinny, or too in between
I wish I understood then why you were so mean
You lost your mother at 15 and delivered a child a year later
Your daddy showed you little love so you became a hater
You had five kids that were taken away one by one
What type of mother almost kills her son
What kind of mother breaks an arm before a recital
Withholds life information that is vital
I learned about sex from my stepfathers abuse
I told you about it,...
You hurt my heart, tore me apart, and then you up and died
I was too fat, too skinny, or too in between
I wish I understood then why you were so mean
You lost your mother at 15 and delivered a child a year later
Your daddy showed you little love so you became a hater
You had five kids that were taken away one by one
What type of mother almost kills her son
What kind of mother breaks an arm before a recital
Withholds life information that is vital
I learned about sex from my stepfathers abuse
I told you about it,...
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Eating Vegetables
www.thehorrorzine.com/Poetry/June2012/FredKane/Kane.html
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The power of preservatives
www.thehorrorzine.com/Poetry/Aug2013/FredRKane/FredKane.html
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TO BEG IN WITHER (1)
TO BEG IN WITHER (1)
(For UMBILICUSMENTIS)
Re-writing twenty chapters from a story "Wolfsbane" originally written ca.1992-95.
About a child who befriends a mass murderer, set in a nation of mental segregation.
Tentatively "UMBILICUSMENTIS", now in-verse, in-spired by my muse, dkzk.
To beg in wither
with her mind was -bot
a pit -tom
twas open andeceptive -less
and receptive and
no thing escaped it //nothing
not eve enlight //moon
especially //lite
but some
how ‘it’
went insider head
herhead, frail, pure, quiet...
(For UMBILICUSMENTIS)
Re-writing twenty chapters from a story "Wolfsbane" originally written ca.1992-95.
About a child who befriends a mass murderer, set in a nation of mental segregation.
Tentatively "UMBILICUSMENTIS", now in-verse, in-spired by my muse, dkzk.
To beg in wither
with her mind was -bot
a pit -tom
twas open andeceptive -less
and receptive and
no thing escaped it //nothing
not eve enlight //moon
especially //lite
but some
how ‘it’
went insider head
herhead, frail, pure, quiet...
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El Bautizar Del Indeseado
A busted Eldorado with Texas plates
Halted under the blistering sun
Somewhere south of the Mexican border
The air conditioning failed
Ninety miles ago on Route 31
And finding a mechanic was in order
Pregnant, the driver found
Sanctuary from the heat instead
Nearby in a quaint little church
And rested her feet and head
On the last row of warped benches
Cobbled together from discarded birch
Exhausted in her flight
From a nameless demon of which
She could never get far enough away
While a couple...
Halted under the blistering sun
Somewhere south of the Mexican border
The air conditioning failed
Ninety miles ago on Route 31
And finding a mechanic was in order
Pregnant, the driver found
Sanctuary from the heat instead
Nearby in a quaint little church
And rested her feet and head
On the last row of warped benches
Cobbled together from discarded birch
Exhausted in her flight
From a nameless demon of which
She could never get far enough away
While a couple...
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The Vanished Scholar
dedicated to the heroes of Lovecraftian horror stories, and their writers
The bedding rots in a tidy stupor;
its tenant, a scholar, of no reputre in
circles far and wide, vanished in the dark,
hid simply, like an elder's carnal sin.
His room, a dirty house its mere keeper,
looks out upon an alley and its grime,
one window of those where poor scholars live.
The normal world without, and its walking slime.
What pain our scholar felt before he left!
The daily grind of humans and their talk...
So when a world beyond opened its door,...
The bedding rots in a tidy stupor;
its tenant, a scholar, of no reputre in
circles far and wide, vanished in the dark,
hid simply, like an elder's carnal sin.
His room, a dirty house its mere keeper,
looks out upon an alley and its grime,
one window of those where poor scholars live.
The normal world without, and its walking slime.
What pain our scholar felt before he left!
The daily grind of humans and their talk...
So when a world beyond opened its door,...
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Tu, Tu, Tu......
Tu, Tu,Tu,Tu
Chaos cruising in on A.k bullets
Insurgents chants, citizens dance to the tune of
fear
Tu, tu, tu.
Endless gun shots, countless bodies dropped
Massacre, call Hotel Rwanda
The barracks miles away, washington way too
peaceful
Millitary home finally, burghers breath relieve
G.O.C commands, all clear, the wind is past
Attack.
Tu tu tu
Fire exchange, fight for dominion
Mediocre gun shooters with sophisticated guns
Tu tu tu tu
Trained soldiers with mediocre guns
Pa pa pa pa pa
Sound lost in the volumes of tu, tu,...
Chaos cruising in on A.k bullets
Insurgents chants, citizens dance to the tune of
fear
Tu, tu, tu.
Endless gun shots, countless bodies dropped
Massacre, call Hotel Rwanda
The barracks miles away, washington way too
peaceful
Millitary home finally, burghers breath relieve
G.O.C commands, all clear, the wind is past
Attack.
Tu tu tu
Fire exchange, fight for dominion
Mediocre gun shooters with sophisticated guns
Tu tu tu tu
Trained soldiers with mediocre guns
Pa pa pa pa pa
Sound lost in the volumes of tu, tu,...
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