Evil

Posted: March 29, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

I lay beaten and bloodied,
On the cold floor of this world,
Provoked by human bigotry,
Riposted by human lies,
Cut open by human greed,
Mankind struck me down.

We were warned to be vigilant,
To protect our families from the dark,
Evil lay just out of sight,
Danger peeked around corners,
Here there be monsters they told us,
Simple misdirection.

The true monsters grow no claws nor fangs,
They stand shoulder to shoulder with you,
They wear the same suits and eat from the same troughs,
No demons are coming from the dark,
Humanity is already here,
Evil has already won.

Evil

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Osharlequin:

Dirge of the Jester

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

There once was a court jester named Pimm,
Who did not quite much the life given unto him,
Cursed with a family ever so droll,
Our dear Pimm did elope,
Filled with vigor and hope,
While his family were eaten alive by a troll.

He found employ with a petty king,
King Rodric marveled at Pimms idyllic linguistic strings,
Pimm amused his court with elegant canticles and absurd dances,
He garnered attention from all of the court,
A fair lady did fawn as he did cavort,
Seeing our Pimms dramas as romantic advances.

The fair lady was alluring without compare,
But a dreadful madness her mind did ensnare,
Our clever Pimm her advances he did rebuff,
Pimms rationale was pure and warm,
Yet her bitter mind conjured a dire storm,
She would have her revenge sure enough.

A horrendous plot the lady did concoct,
She would see our Pimm beaten…

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Clowns At The End

Posted: March 28, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Clowns At The End

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

The clowns are here,
Playing in the nuclear winter,
Cracking jokes to corpses,
Juggling in acid rain,

Rotting balloon animal.

Waltzing in a firestorm,
Bowing to inaudible applause,
Giggling as the meteors descend,

Cannibal candyfloss.

We are the clowns at the end,
The only ones left.

Clowns

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Shotgun Romance

Posted: March 26, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Shotgun Romance

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

A true romance,
Blossoming in the summer,
Braving the winter,
Flourishing in the spring,
A picture of passion,
A fine target,
The shotgun is cocked.

A touch of ire,
A whisper of infidelity,
A glimmer of adultery,
All are pulls of the trigger,
A pair of hearts are the targets,
Lined up to be executed,
A true romance no more.

A quarrel,
A kiss,
A flash,
Then silence,
The burst ribcage of love,
And heart-shaped gore,
Are all that remain.

Shotgun

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Osharlequin:

The Clockwork Dragon

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

All flee in terror when it darkens the skies,
Wrought in iron and chain,
Wings built from aircraft carcasses,
Eye fabricated from red traffic lights,
Spewing petroleum-fueled flames,
Searing all of the peoples homes,
Not to mention their ambitions.

It is mankind’s greatest threat,
But man has only himself to blame,
It was built to destroy the enemies of mankind,
But they made a miscalculation,
They forgot on significant fact,
Mankind is his own worst enemy.

Dark stannic wings approach.
Here comes the man-made monster.
You best hide.

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As I stare blankly at the page,
Me and my mind make a pact,
A pact with this book of nightmares,
This monster I put my pen to,
A sanctum for every horror that crosses my minds eye,
Or perhaps an asylum?

This is my unholy gift to you,
A window into my mind,
Full of horrors and abominations as it is,
I must continue to write regardless,
I must keep creating these literary monsters,
The book demands it.

I begin to write,
And the nightmares come out to play,
Letters and words creep from recesses,
Punctuation slivers hither-and-thither,
Sentences of madness begin to form,
I’ve released a monster.

Or am I creating it?

BON

Blasphemy

Posted: March 25, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Blasphemy

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Hell is a refuge for the misunderstood and the heaven-scorned.
All of the underdogs of the world reside there.
Infernal misfits and demonic scum.
Lamenting our deprivation of a refuge.

Shoved and driven to this sanctum by so-called divine hands.
Angels are simple haughty liars.
The Un-maker of Worlds took us in.
Abominable and glorious our new god is.
Now read each first letter and repeat with us.

Blasphemy

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Static

Posted: March 25, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Static

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Take care if you ever gaze into a static screen,
It could mesmerize you,
Perhaps try to take you over,
Is it for evil?
Or perhaps for your own good?

What do you see in the static?

Do you see ghosts?
Perhaps you see angels and devils?
Do you see the end of the world?
Do you see the future?
Do you perchance see yourself gazing back?

What do you hear in the static?

Evil whispers?
Cries for help?
The flames of hell?
The lies of phantoms?
The whistling of trees?

What do you see in the static?

Good or evil,
Remember that it could take you over,
It is a foolhardy soul,
That stares into the eyes of the static.

Static

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Osharlequin:

Curing Individuality

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Take a seat over there.
So I hear you have a case of being yourself?
You’re an individual?
Easily remedied!
Here take these,
Two pills of forced homogenization,
And another of a misguided vox populi.
Take with regular exercise and regular bullying.
Keep your mind grey and dull.
You’ll be cured and normal in no time!

Don’t listen to that doctor!
Me? I’m your voice of reason.
Individuality is not a disease,
It’s not a curse,
It’s not wrong!
It’s good to stand out!
It’s good to be yourself!
Wear what you want!
Do what makes you happy!
Love who you want!
Let your rainbows soar!

And if you are faced by bigots and critics,
Just remember: Don’t let them “cure” you.
You’re an individual!

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The Bystander

Posted: March 12, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

The Bystander

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Should have stopped them,
Should have said something,
Should have stepped in,
Should have broke it up,
Should have told them no,
Should have stopped the blows.

I didn’t,
I stood by.

I didn’t defend her bones,
I didn’t shield her face,
I didn’t uphold her honor,
I didn’t guard her innocence,
I didn’t act as her guardian angel,
I didn’t save her soul.

I just watched,
I stood by.

Bystander

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