Posts Tagged ‘monsters’

Death is my lord,
I am his reaper,
And his scythe,
My blade is his,
I am the Manhunter,

This long coat hides a herald of death,
He pays in cold coin,
And I pay in cold dead eyes,
Those whose time has come,
Those whom have his icy hand upon their shoulder,

My life was already taken,
Eons ago,
A bloody wedding gown and an empty crib,
Death made a joke that day,
I couldn’t help but chuckle,

I am the Manhunter,
Nothing personal,
Just business,
The cycle of life,
Even monsters must eat,

Do you feel his gelid breath?

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There’s trouble ahead,
There’s hellfire on the horizon,
The drumbeat continues,
Humanity marches unabated,
Craters and mushroom clouds ahead,

Out of tune,
Ragged drums and dilapidated regalia,
Painted-on smiles,
Out of step,
Unwashed humanity parading ever onward,

Cracked lips and grazed knees,
The drumbeat continues,
Complaining of weary eyes,
Insanity personified,
Driven on regardless by the beat of life,

The state of this world,
The state of this procession,
Mired in misery and dissention,
Enough for a thousand dirges,
There’s trouble ahead,

The drumbeat continues.

A continuation of ‘Festival Of Blood‘.

I was a bad man in life,
A nightmare in a mask,
Bringing luscious bloody release to innocents,
Before my festival of gore was cut short by firing squad,
But I’m back,
I claws my way out of hell,

But something followed me,
Something wants to drag me back,
Drag me back with fang and claw,
This infernal dread has a name,
Cerberus,
A real bad doggy,

A mass of muscle and maw,
Dark as the night,
And far more foreboding,
Three canine heads of such freakishness,
A trichotomy of insatiable mouths,
Slavering with the essence of hell-fire,

I am prey now,
A target for this unholy behemoth,
This guard dog of the underworld,
Its eyes seethe with crimson voracity,
It will hunt me for all eternity,
I can only flee,

I was a serial killer,
An apex predator,
But now me and my soul are just panicky prey.

Cerberus

He’s coming for me,
Even the storm outside does not cloak his steps,
Mr. Ash,
The frigid wind tries to hold him back in vain,
The rain whispers “flee”,
Each stroke of lightning is a plea of “run!”,

My attempts at going underground failed,
My thieving insult to him will be repaid in blood,
I glance out of the window fearfully,
I see him nearing even in the black,
It’s like staring into evil itself,
It’s like looking at the apocalypse in slow motion,

A demon,
A God,
Or something altogether more alien,
Long spindly limbs,
Pale and hairless,
He is dressed literally to kill,

His emaciated limbs bear barbarous claws,
Claws that have ended lives since time began,
And perhaps even before,
His mad eyes are wide open,
His grin filled with murderous intent,
He’s coming for me,

His form appeared at my door,
That grin still glistening,
Despite the horror that was about to ensue,
His rangy form must nearly crouch,
But I still feel like a frightened child,
The monster under the bed is real,

Even the bravest slink in terror,
And fear the name of Mr. Ash,
Even the maddest see reason,
And fear the name of Mr. Ash,
Even as my body is torn limb from limb,
The storm continues unabated.

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My candles breathed their last,
I decided to take a walk with the full moon,
A dark shape crossed my path,
An unnerving smirk upon its countenance,
Disconcerting yet darkly welcoming,
Fangs glistening like daggers in the moonlight.

A mad grin,
An infectious grin,
Piercing eyes,
Unblinking eyes,
An obfuscated form,
Even more obscure intentions.

He greeted me warmly,
Every sentence punctuated with a giggle,
He explained his way of life,
To laugh was to live,
All else was misery he said,
Life and death were simply gags.

His laughter spoke to me,
Like friendly advice I could not ignore,
Each cackle was a poem,
Every chuckle a sonnet,
Each chortle was a well-formed argument,
It told me of things wonderful and unseen.

His laughter seduced me,
It revitalized me like a shot of adrenaline,
Like a lifestyle I’d shamefully missed
His guffawing opened a gateway,
An expression of joy in three syllables,
Ha. Ha. Ha.

I almost joined him in his nocturnal comedy,
But then I saw the corpse crumpled behind him,
A bloody beam carved across her face.

His grin vanished…

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I am a monster,
My life is a monster,
It’s an abomination,
A terrible abhorrent thing,
Crafted by unseen hands.

It’s made up of countless parts,
Taken and pried from all over,
Stolen and dug up,
Created and fashioned,
Built and summoned.

The skin is scaly and furry both,
Parts of this beast are grim,
While others are joyful,
Run your hand across its form,
And you will feel all of lifes challenges and opportunities.

There are fangs of bittersweet love,
Talons of rage unyielding,
Tentacles of greed,
Reptilian eyes of malicious intent,
A forked tongue of deceit.

Soft fur of contentment,
Muscles of physical potential,
A mane of experience,
A pulsing heart of childhood memories,
A sirens voice.

Like a puzzle of mismatched pieces,
Forced together,
A chimera,
A beast of many elements,
A creature built by each of us.

My life is a creature,
All of our lives are creatures.

Chimera

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

There once was a man,
Bound to urges not his own,
But those of a monster,
A hydra of urges,
A terrible triad,
Serpentine and destructive.

It slivers unrestricted through his veins,
It chews relentlessly on his soul,
Coiled around his heart,
As an aegis,
And a prison,
Compelling and overwhelming.

He is the hydra,
And the hydra is him,
Three heads full of fangs,
Cruelty, Greed and Secrecy,
They nip and bite at one anothers flanks,
Tearing open each others plans.

One named Cruelty,
One head wishes the end of all things,
Its eyes sear with hatred,
It urges him to murder,
It rages at every breathe mankind takes,
It hisses in delight at the torture.

One named Greed,
It yearns for all the world has to offer,
And all that it doesn’t,
No amount of wealth is enough,
The green serpent glowers on with want and disdain,
It is the very spirit of envy.

One named Secrecy,
An antidote to save a life,
A confession to vindicate an innocent,
The esoteric serpent denies all,
No secret is too minor,
Kept secrets save no lives.

There once was a man with a monster within,
But was it a hydra?
Or the human heart?

Hydra

Oh stranger I see in the night,
What drives you?
I see you from my window,
You’re draped in black,
And you wander the streets as if lost.

Are you lost or perhaps searching?
Are you afraid of sleep?
Are you going to heaven or hell?
Are you a scourge or a saint?
Are you even human?

What compels you?
Are you a thrall to the moon?
The night?
Are you a villain of the city?
The dark?

What possesses you?
What fuels you?
I think I must know,
So I open the door into the black,
Now I’m a stranger in the night too.

Stranger

Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a great day. It’s Halloween! Or some may call it; Samhain, Hallow’s Eve or All Saint’s Eve! It’s the holiday of scares, it’s the time for spooks and scares and the best day of the year for dressing up like a loony. Halloween is like a second birthday to me. It’s the only day of the year I can dress as the Harlequin and not get darkly sinister looks from strangers. It’s a time for monsters, a time for haunted places and a time for standing under the glory of the full moon. I have frequented many a Halloween party in my time and they are always the best. It is my favorite holiday (in concept) and I adore it!

I thought I’d do something a little different today. Instead of writing a poem or piece of writing specifically for this special day, I’m going to post some links to some of my freakiest and spookiest poems on the blog. Similar to what I did in my “Reminiscing On Previous Madness” from a while back. I decided to do this simply because I tend to write a lot of poetry that could fit quite well with Halloween. It’s a celebration of my weirdness I suppose. I’m going to showcase my favorite poems about monsters, serial killers, ghosts and the moon. These are some of my personal favorite poems in general too, to be honest.

So here goes, prepare to be mystified and terrified! Oh, and enjoy!

Tarquin
It wouldn’t be Halloween without creepy or otherwise otherworldly house servants. Tarquin is a poem about one such man. A poem about an ungrateful (and murderous) butler.

Ghost Of A Clown
A small set of haiku’s about an ethereal clown with dark intentions. You’re not afraid of clowns are you?

King Of Scythes
The undead are a staple of Halloween. This is a poem about the monarch of the mortuary, the lord of the underworld, the king of the dead. Ghosts, skeletons and ghouls, oh my!

The Old gods
Halloween. HP Lovecraft. Cthulhu. Enough said?

Cannibal Heart
This probably fits more into horror rather than Halloween, but I’d say that cannibals and killers are monsters too. Cannibal is a tragic poem of one such monster.

Grinning Moon
The moon is a symbol of Halloween. Whenever you see a “Halloweeny” picture, you can bet your bottom dollar that there will be a full moon in it. It is as sinister as it is beautiful, and this poem reflects that.

A Bloody Legacy
Serial killers are the monsters that reside within human society. They can be anybody you see. They could be me, they could be you, they could be that guy standing right behind you right now. Don’t turn around, it’ll only provoke him! This is a poem written from the point of view of a particularly dire killer.

Festival Of Blood
A continuation of sorts of A Bloody Legacy. Even serial killers have homes, they too need to take a load off after a long day of maiming innocents. Allow this one to describe his den to you. In very graphic detail.

Beast Of Eyes
The night can bring out all manner of terrifying beasts, from the out-rightly brutal to the devilishly subtle. This being is an original creation of mine. I wrote a poem describing its desire to kill with a glance. Or several. Enjoy!

So there you have it my friends! I hope you check out some of my older poems, it does mean a lot. I hope that you enjoy what I have posted, and that you aren’t too spooked! Ha! There may or not be another post later on tonight, something of a more musical nature. We shall see how the time goes! For now though, I hope you all have a very happy Halloween and that you enjoy this very special day!

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And as always, have a very crazy day!