My boy lives in my pond The pond behind my house He whispers Whispers Whispers Sweet things to me My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond And tells me great tales Of his world beneath He is ghastly pale With dead hollow eyes Flesh decaying but I...
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The Tree in my backyard is on top of me
A poem of woe and horrorThe tree in my backyard is on top of me. I know! I know! No one will believe me but trust me, trust me! The tree in my backyard is on top of me! It stands there, its large roots placed on top of me. It mocks me and teases me, telling me that my days are n...
And You Will Pay for What You Done
The tale of Betty LeiseThere are those who are simply unlikable, the kinds of people who without fail will irritate those around them in some fashion. It happens. Betty Leise was one of them. She had a nasty temperament, and was not ashamed of it. From since she was a young chi...
The days are never long enough for my lover and I. The minutes go too fast and the hours disappears. The rest of the foolish world thinks time moves too slowBut in each other arms, wicked time moves too fast. When apart, time moves too slowWhen together,...
Fried Whipped Sun. Concrete Moon.
Its is just one of those daysMay all your dreams come true. stand upon giant mountains and scream happiness unbound and wings now grow. Who can hold me down? The chains of earth and hell broken. The calls of annoyance from un-required obligations of others. None of those are impor...
15 appeals from the Mix blood: We Leave the Fallen Behind
We leave the fallen behindOnward we march because we must go on. Onward we go because our destiny remains just on the other side. Who has fallen? Who falls behind? Leave them, we must move on.Mourn on the path, if you must object, Battle is just ahead and we must continue on. Swee...
Cries from the Angry Mix Blood
excerpts from a short poetry book I wroteI do not know where God is sometimes. Olympus above sends no lightening good or bad to any of my cries. What is this heaven that people speak of? A paradise of bliss sent to bandage old warrior wounds. Souls and energy pressed into the wine press to pour...
The Box on Riverdale Street
A tale of three menThis is a tale of three men, an educated man, a glutton and a greedy man. Unfortunately for you, this happens more than you would like to believe. There is nothing remarkable about Riverdale Street, except for the town’s yearly parade that would march dow...
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Lucy's Violin
The devil lends Jacob his violinJacob Neilheimer was a gifted musician. Even as a young child, before he could walk, he could play songs on his grandmother's piano. His family, a family of means was elated and proud of Jacob. They brought the best tutors, they place him in the best scho...
The Boy in the Well
Beware the Well on Old Jerry's fieldNot long ago, in a small town in the United States, schoolchildren often had to walk past Old Man Jerry's field. Cautiously, they walked by the field every day before and after school. The children walked slowly, taking in the dark magic of the field. Old...
Monster
The demon of Anderson Ranch meets his matchI have no name. I have never concerned myself with names. I been living in the Anderson Ranch for the past...I do not even know. I been through so many families, they all look the same to me. Every so often, a family moves in, and I chase them away from t...