Archive for Oct, 2017

A Zombie in my driveway

Posted in Wee horror on Oct 27, 2017 by Anthracite

 

Zombie2I don’t want any trouble you know, I just want to listen to Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy.

Maybe a sandwich, with a bit of ham and lettuce. And some telly with a cold beer on the doily next to my chair.

Yeah, some wheel of fortune or some of them latest music videos. Even them garden shows, I like what they have to say.

But who cares about what I want eh? Its all a conspiracy just to get at me I’m sure of it, some evil ploy.

I have things to do you know? Life to live, grass to mow, sort out the shed and go through mums stuff – might even wash my hair.

There’s always something invading my stuff. Now I have to find dads old machete and the new axe I go just to deal to the Zombie in my driveway.

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By Design

Posted in Life on Oct 24, 2017 by Anthracite

I’m not sure of many things

Are we prospering or in decline

Whatever it is I don’t think it’s me

It’s not chosen but by design

Design

There are those that judge

Knowledgeable just by seeing

Forgetting vital facts

They are fallible human beings

 

But I see revelations and wonder

At people and the big blue

And thankful realisation

I’m not like you

Relaxed with the outcome

Knowing it’s all just fine

Though I may be a bit mental

 

It’s not a fault but by design

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Purgatory

Posted in Life on Oct 13, 2017 by Anthracite

PurgJust watch where you step
Pools of tears are plenty
Despair or joy
No way to tell
Try and dodge the mad crazy
Clusters and groups everywhere
Chosen or genetic
Can’t see through the mantle

Stop yourself thinking
Revel in the oil of nothing
Medicine or poison
No matter, I’ll enjoy it for a while
Floating like an all knowing being
Comfortable now in the chaos
Genius or madness
For now I’m enjoying my smile

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A lovely journey

Posted in Fantasy on Oct 12, 2017 by Anthracite

Good bye said the mountain sadly

 Excited to be away from the cold

The boulder ready to go gladly

And away down the mountain he rolled

 

Hello said the stream rather shocked

It seems parts of you have crumbled

The boulder proud he had become a rock

And like a child with a bag of sweets, off he tumbled

 

Rumbling loudly with a welcoming tone

A soup of leaves and creatures in the river

The rock laughed to for he had become a stone

And he bounced away with a chuckle and a quiver

 

Into the delta like a jesters bauble

Arriving gently, unlike a sprinters bolt

He smiled knowing he was a pebble

He’d heard the stories now he tasted salt

 

The noise was incredible, alive with chatter

Applause just for him, a star in a band

Finally with all his brothers, the things that matter

Dancing in the foam he was finally sand

 

Loving where he had been

The things he had seen

Birthed by a mountain

Welcomed by the sea.

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A history of screams

Posted in Wee horror on Oct 10, 2017 by Anthracite

Have you heard the screams?

Is it my bones rattling with the fear?

That maybe they are mine

Well that’s how it seems

 

Have you heard the screams?

Is that why things aren’t clear?

Maybe it’ll all be fine

Maybe they’re just dreams

 

Have you heard the screams?

No one at the wheel to steer

Cold plates of hate on which we dine

And the echoes of previous screams

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