Issues

Imagine my surprise when I opened the towel to wipe my face and saw stains. Thought I took care of that. Don’t usually leave evidence around, that proof that something’s awry not that anyone would believe we really exist with all the hype these days and faux superheroes that draw everyone’s attention away from reality. I laughed to myself though I know the body is gone safe in the hands of the Necro who took it with the trash last night. Like everyone else I simply put it out the night before, nothing unusual and no need to worry about it in the morning. More time to have juice, make espresso, just sit and think, I mean why not. Just saw a movie the other night with a vamp that eats apples. Apples! Where do they get these ideas? Still, we’ve come a long way from blood only with everything else making us throw up though there is that one thing after all this time, dead man’s blood, is till an issue…

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Vampires Are Smarter Than Zombies

 

Zombies say aaaaaaaargh while they limp

Vampires can think

Men – vamps think they know something

Women aren’t much better all about the sex

Or not being dressed but I stray from the path

Which you know is never good

Just because they’ve been around 400 years

They think they know something

Never in all vanity now why does that live on

Do they figure someone won’t stop them or can’t

Been around too long oh ancient one

Then you mess with the one person you should’ve left alone

That one has friends, lovers, family that’re tough

Scared stiff but tough enough through love and they’ll fight

Crash course in vampires they exist oh shit bless me father

And that’s the end

Momentarily surprised that emotion awakes

Too late

Now you’re dust

 

Visitors

 

No vampires today I am so ashamed

Not really but watched an old black and white

A murder mystery a writer writing a story an audience privy as it unfolds

People shot but no blood no mangled bones though they fought

Frightened women in heeled slippers long flowing nightgowns

Hair tied up proper but at night long braids or just flowing down their backs

Lots of screaming they prevailed

They’re tough enough

And burning woods or a wood garage why burn things down

Clever murderer he thought they are weak predictable but he lost

Bats the mascot some rabid but no foaming at the mouth so many suspects

Long clawed gloves to tear the throat but no dripping scratches

Less to clean up

Then ghosts collected to be studied they exist

Money hidden but a spirit protects

A gruesome appearance as apparitions go

Forces the bad guy to his death so now there are 14

14 ghosts that see you to the door or did they leave

That the threat is no more

Did they leave I couldn’t tell but the witch knew

Housekeeper medium she might know a guy or she used to

If they all went for a walk ’cause they could and would be back

A happy ending hard to say depends how you look at things

Snow fluttered then swirled as I watched covering the lawn chair stiff and rusted

Desolate not beauty in death covered in silent white

A titan passed by, a frost giant, an ice beast, ghosts bring the cold

Who was it I couldn’t say

 

Not What It Seemed

Who says you can’t reason with a headless man

Yes you can

Just give him back his head

“Horseman, go long

And take her as your bride

The one who wronged you

Right by your side”

Then smiling his razor teeth at me

He nodded

Whether or not gratefully

I didn’t know

Yet I imagined so as a bloody kiss he gave

To she who committed

Crime after crime

As he spun the horse breathing out flame

Galloping and leapt into hell

His home where he came

Forever

She will bear his name

Mind your actions

What you say and do

Lest ye entertain angels

From whence they be

Is no guarantee

 

 

 

 

Plots

 

Why did he have to die

I’d thought

Why didn’t the big green guy tear the plane apart

With him in it

Ultimate enemy he’s not

He can’t attack if he’s in pieces

After all the drones would’ve kept up

There would still’ve been a battle

At the same time

I wondered about the hero slain

Couldn’t his body have regenerated

He is super after all

His sister’s cry annihilated the enemy’s attempt to surround

Granted

Enhanced her passion

Still would’ve happened

Heart swollen, enraged

At the possibility though t’would change

It’s a waste things ended in that way

I felt

No something’s wrong

The turn of events doesn’t follow the plan

Like an actor playing a viking wearing a watch

A plot flaw

The twist out of place

 

 

 

Descended From Angels

 

 

Men are descended from the angels

Archangels point of fact

I figured it out as I watched

A prophecy indeed

And contemplated

Now where does that leave us

 

I need you to have my child

He’ll be a special one

He

What about she

Well I can take it away as easily

She gives him that look

That a mother does with child aglow

The light in her eyes more brilliant than he could ever be

Are you kidding me

I could kill you if it were possible any other way

 

The baby stays

We are eternity is all he could say

Yeah looks that way

Esse quam videre

Good

Come with me

 

He lay dying in her arms

His life he gave for hers

You got that right

She loves him anyway you see

She knows

How annoying can that be

Exasperating

 

We were made from that as the story goes

You can’t beat this boys

Made from you and light from him

Within

 

Women rule

That’s too cool

Pure passion shows

 

 

 

Werewolves

 

Based on a fellow blogger’s lamentations I couldn’t resist. Now I thought it was a little early to bring it up but there are hints and previews of what to expect this Christmas season; in light of that I’d say now’s the time. You see, her little town is peaceful 11 months of the year, always so courteous, so many people who care, but when December 25th draws near we all should beware.

 

Whovillians Already Live In Town (To the tune of Santa Clause Is Coming To Town)

 

You’d better watch out

Don’t waste your time and cry

He decked your friend cold

Do I have to tell you why

Who-ville-ill-ans are all over town

 

Grasping lists in their fists

They’ve checked them once or twice

They’re getting there first

No one plans to be nice

Whoville-ill-ans are all over town

 

They bare claws when they’re shopping

They’re surly everyday

Plow over your neighbor before your eyes

Keep your children home and safe

 

 

(rap interlude)

 

Oooooh! Buhff! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

No! Wait! That’s Mine! Boof! Oh!

Here First! Were Not! Thwap! Crack!

Please Wait! Get Lost! Thwap! Slap!

 

Soooooo

 

You’d better watch out

Don’t waste the time to cry

Christmas brings out their worst

Damned if I can tell you why

Whoville-ill-ans are all o-verrrr town!

 

 

 

 

Sunday Is Forever Vampire

 

 

But I just don’t want to disturb the peace right now

OK so the washer is on in the background

Not completely silent

That’s different than something on the screen

TV screen

My feet are cold from fresh air through the door

Yeah cold

This is great

I can’t wait for fall to be here more than summer

Tired of high temps and oppressive heat

Change comes with the new sun born from an eclipse

It renews the New Year 2017’s promises, resolutions, and intent

Works for me

And now time for coffee

As scenes from horror flash through my mind

The warmth from dripping blood wraps its arms around me

Or Jason’s bloody slashes

Or Michael’s gut-wrenching stabs

Jason’s met Freddy but Michael wasn’t there

Sounds like a Sunday brunch should be arranged

Can you imagine a movie with those three?

Then the Scream villain shows brandishing his knife

May he have a seat or will they cut him in half

Remains to be scene or seen

That horror warmth if you can wrap your head before it’s removed

It’s calling knowing my mood

What a day it could be

Psychotic killers, bloodthirsty vampires not pretty boys

No

Plus espresso and me

That’s the way it should be

 

 

 

The Crow Caught The Roach

 

He came back to avenge his love

Both murdered on Devil’s Night

Just married

Tried to be

Guess who

And what do you know

The theme to Supernatural plays

Know that anywhere

But

Morally speaking

Are there morals here

Are souls so lost they can never be saved

Would it take too long

Give them time for more harm than good

Bodies overcome by what they take

Brain fried too far gone

Whatever

Self-righteous shit

Each one earned his fate

I love it when you fight for me

Spend my rage

Make me free again

Let the angel of light’s darkness reign

I wouldn’t mess with him

He’s already dead

You can’t hurt him no more

He’ll get his bearings for his temporary stay

And you’re done

The crow caught the roaches

Yeah

There were more than one

‘Is that gas I smell’

Well the fool stood straight up

To help the flames

 

 

 

 

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