Monsters of the Deep

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Thank You! HadesRising for kicking this off in such a stirring fashion!

the best description I could give
was:  skies darkened
and waves went from calm enough
to threat of intent

progressive, from slap to thud
to a shit yourself bang
that echoed through cabins  
 
" baton down, baton down
 there's a monster off the starboard
 and it looks like this one means business
 every-all to deck, and man the Xanax"

and he just looked at me
like always
threw his eyes to the sky
and sighed " poets
sure who'd be able for them
ask a simple question
and get metaphor-ed half to death"

Bait


Did you see it, there—
my heart, bobbing on a sea of
glass hopes and promises?

I waited for you to stop being angry, and
I waited for everything to become
perfect,
but there was always something
not good enough for you.

I asked God, a million times
“What is wrong with him?” and
“What am I not doing?” and
thirty years passed, giving me the
answers
after you suddenly switched off, being
an asshole,
like turning out a light, yet neglecting
to inform me of this epiphany.

I wish I still cared, but I
used up all my Understanding Wife Chits, when
existence sighed “I’m broken,
just broken.”

Cracked in two, from the shadows beneath
the surface, you take
your half of our boat, and I’ll take
mine, and let
the currents and swells, send us to
where we each belong,
now.

I can’t even wave goodbye, not one tentacle-like
finger, as I numbly watch you flounder
to keep control
at these last moments.

The damage is done.  I was only
bait
For everything you wanted, so
now what about me?

I want things, too, and you’re
no longer one of them.

unseen

ships passing in the night:
we are not close enough to pass.
we are ships in different oceans,
different times, and hemispheres.
regardless of my desire to control the helm,
i am drawn to the south.
towards you.

even when I feel the splintering force
of my own personal kraken
spirit sucking tentacles,
drain me
still i look for the crux

even when i feel the wind,
taste the salt stained air,
i feel i am in the brig
with a heart stationed in the crow’s nest
wishing for one glimpse of your bow

a bow i will never
see

LarkspurBloom, Craic and Madame ... Thank you all for your entries, enjoyed them all!  

Come lay your bones by the mossy stone.
And dance by the ocean foam.
For I will comb out your hair, with my waves.
Pound your waves against the sands of the tide.
Round up your bullets for it's time to die.
Ride on back of the kelpie.
And as you look beneath the kelp.
You will cry for help.
As I pull apart your ship, I want to see your fear.
Wrap, wrap, snap.
Plowing the raging sea, for I will drink your souls.
Maybe your a sailor gay, plowing the raging ocean hold.
Maybe your my pirate waiting for your pay in gold.  
Or a Viking out for a kill.
So your a hero, waiting for your fill in blood.
I guess it doesn't matter who you are... All that matters is....
I want my fill in blood.
Pound your waves against the sands of the tide.
Round up your bullets for it's time to... Die.

Payback For Slavery

when the ships traversed the Atlantic
some slaves were thrown overboard
but they didn't die, immediately
they stayed at the bottom of the ocean
plotting on revenge
years, decades went by
and the mer-slaves grew in numbers
through their intent and some sorcery
they webbed their bodies together
to transform into a monstrosity of justice
THE BLACK TENTACLE TERROR
a creature that was giant squid
and aquatic dragon
a white man's worst black nightmare
it snapped ships in half
separated the salt from the pepper
the snowflake from the charcoal
it had its fill of vanilla pudding
and it was good
the surviving slaves were returned home
the monster was reported to have been
extinct
and even responsible for the Titanic
but even to this day
white men shiver
black justice sleeps,
or does it.

The Darkness of Dawn

From the deepest
darkest recesses
of my mind
the scaly tentacles
of her memory
reach out
engulfing
my being
circling
squeezing
cracking my shell
in half
releasing my soul
exposing my heart
tentatively poking at it
before surrounding it
tentacles tightening
feeling the last ounce
of blood pump
the last pound
of a broken heart
beat
echoing throughout
this empty bed
the fluorescent hands
of the bedside clock
delivering my sentence
3 more hours
to wrestle with
what if
until the dawn
grants my reprieve
allowed to walk
zombielike in the daylight
a dyslexic vampire
fearful of sunset

My Demon




I hear the rustling in the depths of my mind
I feel the scratching of the sharp nails rake along my soul
I quiver at the thought of it waking up
At the thought of fighting this beast once again
It was a long, hard war I fought
Years of struggle and loss
With many victims laid aside
With many indignities suffered all alone
But I was young and strong
And I defeated the beast
I burned and buried the ashes of that life
The tombstone I placed with delight and gratitude
Exuberant to be finally rid of my demon
Now I feel like my foe is rising again and
I quiver at the thought of going to war
How long will the war last this time
How many victims will there be
I have just begun to live again
I have just learned to love anew
I have much to lose if the fight resumes
I must kill him before he wakes
I must not let this demon come alive
The answer to how escapes me
For now
But it will come to me
Soon  

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Wow! Thanks for the latest entries here! All stellar writes in their own unique ways.

Battle at Night by Dusk Knights
I'm errified by what you see,
I'm seared by what you feel,
You might ask back,
"So, what's on the sea?
What's got it filled?"
And I'll poke back,
You see ships kissing,
Two snakes with multiple tails hissing,
"Emmmm, your mind is dark"
Oh yes! what do you expect when your emotions keep failing?
And two giant vipers or more fighting?
Owwwwsh, amidts the sea, the wave has gone stack.
To give you a laugh, I'll say;
          two sailors aroused by two gay ships,
          Sea vipers dancing to the tunes of the sea torrents.
I know that's what your iris translate,
But correct my 'right' if you've got any image 'left'.
You know what I see!?
Deepen your shallow imagery beyond the scene of action,
Project your eye balls in a yonder-expand your visions.
I love beautiful black paintings harmonized with complementary bright halvings,
Shadows stiffened by emerging dusk,
The fall of the sun certifying the viceroys of the deep,
Black shadows,
White faint lights,
Streaming in ash colors.
Fires ignited by angry sea creatures,
Collision of amateur sailors,
Waves versus position!
Whoever wins; the seas calms down,
Whoever loses; the waters is stirred.
Whatever the monsters are;
The waves and the torrents,
The vipers and the venom,
The ships and the sailors,
The nights and the faint moon,
The sea itself and the Mariana's trench,
My visions and the scene,
The love and the hate and whatever has been stirred,
The monsters I see are black and white dying in a heep of sea ash,
And when their rage is dead by morning,
The sea morns with joyful dawn songs