Writings
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Eulogy
You spoke Heaven,But you brought Hell.
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Dust in the Mirror
The Dust Witch is in the mirror,She screams at me from insideShe sits on a filthy pigAnd bellows bizarre utterances. Her eyes are sewn shutWith cords of cursed leatherMade from the hide of demonsAnd sewn with a needle of boneFrom a bog manWhose flesh had been stripped cleanBy time and hatred.
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Experience in the Middle of Nowhere
Today I drove back to the hotel from work. It was a rainy morning, but the sun was rising in the east and completely unobscured by clouds. To the east, a picturesque sunrise and to the south, clouds and rain. After a non-eventful drive I arrived at the hotel – a plain establishment not worth…
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True Love
What if we were never meant to be,What if we never had a chance to make it?What if the day we met,Was some kind of cosmic accident,And the way things should have worked out,Was that we missed each other,By the smallest fraction of a second,I looked right,When I should have looked left,And we went our…
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The Drag
I’ve got a good job,A beautiful wife,Lovely children,And we all live in a nice neighborhood.I have friends galore,People are so nice,Most would do anything for me.I want for nothing,Life is beautifulAll the time,Perfection has been attained. And it’s such a drag. I’m going to leave it all behind,Say goodbyeTo the wife and kids.I’m going to…
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My Special Camera
I have a camera,That’s very old.It’s special.It doesn’t just takeA picture of things you can see,It takes pictures of thingsYou don’t want to see. It’s made of stone,From the bottom of the riverThat divided Babylon.It records its terrible imagesOn film made of ancient paperBoiled in the potOf a Haitian Voodoo witch doctor.The lens was plucked,From…
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The Dream
I’ve been having dreams lately. Well, the same dream over and over to be more accurate. The same horrible dream. I thought it was cool the first time I had it, being a fan of horror movies, but now there is nothing I wouldn’t do to stop having this dream night after night, every night.…
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While You’re Awake
Be carefulDuring the day,As you go aboutYour daily routine,Conversing with friends, family, loved ones.Be careful what you say,Who you talk about.Because the people in your dreamsCan hear you talkingWhile you’re awake.
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Scabs in my Ears
You are near me,I can hear the rustlingOf the rags you wear,Of the dirty coatMade of dusk,That brushes your feetAs you walk,I can smell the foulnessThe rank atmosphere,That follows you far and wide.I can see you,Covered in the blacknessOf a wronged soul,Painted with filth and ashes and soot.You sit beside meWhispering in my ear,Fluttering syllables…
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The Hiders
Sometimes, I like to visit cemeteries.Especially if they are old and ancient,With cracked markers scattered around,Like teeth in the time-worn skull of a hag,With gums made of spider webs,Showing in a deranged smile between lipsMade from the parting of darkness and emptiness.Headstones with dates from the 1800’s,Angels of death carved upon them,And bits of prose…
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Songs
You write your songs and sing them to meYou make your music easy on the earsBut I’m still there day after dayDriving my car home from workFacing the same fearsStill the same, no matter what you saySo what good did that do?Now I’m right in front of youTrying to get throughYou think you’re watching televisionOr…
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Mr. Mostly-Dead
Well, good evening sir,I am Mr. Mostly-Dead,And I’ll be your nightmare tonight.Welcome to the House of Dust,I hope you will find something dreadfulThat we can serve you.Can I start you with something simple,Maybe the inability to runWhile being pursued byAn invisible horror,Or an angry, jibbering nun?Or maybe murdered by a loved oneIs more your taste.We…