CREEPIES AND CRAWLIES

The Halloween After Party

When darkness deepens
the fires of vampire Lust
disrobe
dragging their black capes
thick as Bram Stoker mascara
over the dark clotted shadow
that is hell
Demons and angels
fornicate in cemeteries
bent forward onto tombstones
bony hands grasping feathered hips
thrusting rusty keys into broken locks
releasing entombed
souls who run scarlet
as death down
rotting white
thighs

Bari Air Raid

SNAAP!!
Went the bedsheets, but better
As the algae umbrella
Resounded a miniature
Prison break... on ice.

Premature maggots
were shocked to a gallop;
rending these penitent angels to fumble
impending sweet phenoty-genocide.

The eschaton fallout
rained mists-es of chemo,
blessing the cavalry- 'SWARP'
to piss itself bravely,
'tween pesticide backdrafts OF GOD.

Droves of germs jockeyed for saddle
prodding their steedy-flop cattle along.

Stirrups dangled
from spastic wet talons
like paranoid brats
impaled upon 'bandoning-tits.

Slurping to noxious
reverbs in time,
the angels gurgled
in tiny sick prayers
indistinguish'ble much
from a water heater... to a dog.

FireCRACKers o' pus under arm,
made off-key harmonious squeals
as the angels and maggots
en masse congealed,
humping the buttery mattress film.

Thus, was the mural
of my Cistern Chapel,
prior my nine-eleven living room.

A perilous print I'll prob'ly pin-up
POST sterilizing the bathroom.    

What ever happened?
To Trick Or Treat?
Hoping to make the trick

The princesses and pirates
How did superman become the devil?

Those angels
Meant to be demons

Those super heros
Meant to be villans

What's the meaning of Halloween now?
Witches and warlocks
Turning into fairytale creatures
Those aren't the type of features

Halloween was made for evil
The Devil's birthday
Made into a silly game
With Tinkerbell and and puppets
People even dressed as the muppets

I stayed a vampire for years
Brought little kids to tears
Don't want a cute costume
When the gruesome ones are all I need

Scary
Not in the vocabulary of the kids today
Nightmares about dolls?
Seriously?

Go back to the beginning
Freight to fill the air
Screams of all ages
Main word
Beware  

good everyone keep it up

Fifty Shades of Pallor

A gatekeeper
ectodermal of layers
nonchalantly soft, tender and smooth
 
Shades of light
infusing the sublime glow
masking shadows in concocted diffusion
 
Once adored and revered
a sub-particle of a mass macrocosm
sloughed in expansion of overindulgence
 
Now on the floor, spewed
in pallor mortis of a fine cocktail
dry and shriveled in dismal putrefaction
 
Detached from rest
an odorless unrecognizable decay
the rest of the organs recoil and shudder
 
A justifiable indignation
as hands of the clock rotate
counterclockwise, never resting on the six

Hello little boy,are you feeling left out?

Full of guilt, remorse and doubt?

Fear not for I am Mr.Smiley

Everyone hates you,but I think you're quiet lively.



Do you not want someone to play with?

Forget about the kids playing outside,

They're full of shit.

What did you say? you're lonely?

Don't worry child, I'll be your friend only



Your mommy was with a man last night,

Looks like she had a nice time

For she was screaming "Oh my!"

Her eyes were funny, her face so red

As the wicked old man thrust into her,

Upon her bed.



Your mommy hates you Charlie,

When she sees you with me, she'll get a bit snarly

Then I'll have to go, I won't be your friend anymore

Do you want that ? Do you not want to play more?

Oh don't cry,I won't let that happen.



Grab the axe now boy,

This will be our new toy

Why are you looking at me like that?

Are you afraid?

Oh don't be, I'll make her understand

After this, we'll be in wonderland!



Don't utter a word, boy

Your mommy's sleeping,

She doesn't want a old man like me peeping

Go to your room child, I'll be back

With a surprise inside this sack.



I am back Charlie, it's time to play,

See what I bought for you Charlie--

See, see inside if you may!

Why are screaming Charlie? don't you like it?

Hey, why are you backing away?

Do you really dislike it?

Don't run away Charlie, you really have to stay,

I'LL KILL YOU CHARLIE!

Hey,hey,let's play!!



You can't escape me boy

You don't even know what it feels to destroy!

You don't know how good it felt when I heard my axe go,

"CHOP,CHOP,CHOP"

You don't know how I felt when I hear your mother's blood go,

"DROP DROP and DROP"

Come back to me Charlie,

We'll play forever till our feet are sore

Come on Charlie, don't run away anymore.



Haha! got you!

You're so stubborn, that's cute Charlie,

But I think this game is turning out to be a bit gnarly

Let's end this, let's always be friends

First let me twist your head and see how it bends.



What a lovely sound you have there Charlie!

What a lovely sound "crack, crack" is!

Oh look now, what a beautiful mess is this.

We look alike now, don't we boy?

Oh, I almost forgot, hehe,

You're dead now, aren't you boy?



 

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This Samhain I call
unto this demon.
To grant just a simple wish.
A secret desire,
which fills a heart,
gone amiss.

At the Order of Seraphim,
he is the King of Demons,
elemental water.
Passed have all these seasons,
but it still hurts to see
him love another.

This Samhain,
I'll burn Mint Sage and
incense.
Please grant me the Honor,
of your glorious
presence.

You know my thoughts,
and understand these
human emotions.
With a mother of my race,
you know my reason,
for my actions.

This Samhain,
I'll wait for you,
at the fire of my black candle.
Alert all night,
to see if you're willing,
to help me in this dismantle.

Though I wish
his endless happiness,
I know she is not worth his heart.
You'll see,
what I saw,
you'll see all my thoughts.

I know you have prior engagements,
for I'm not the only,
doing this.
Gratification of your help,
will be dignified,
even if it's just one of your 72
legions of spirits.

So please,
my Demon, my King,
here's my soul as a gift.
I'll give you my all,
for you to grant me just,
this one wish.

The Extinction


When every breath must wear a filter
as infectious diseases evolve
viral hunters, mutated
against our genetically modified DNA

stupefied, they'll walk around
praying
probably blaming some ethnic group
or giving it homosexual roots
as blood vessels collapse
cell walls disintegrate
like their mental walls couldn't
bleeding out on every sidewalk
on the pavements that housed the cast-outs
in birth and death, we all look alike
equal
as human defenses are sterilized
with antibacterial coatings
and the bugs that could once
give fruit some soft, brown spots
have the power to make every human a ghost
use their corpse as a rotting host
and multiply

there's no hope in the form of a savior
looking at the sky for answers
is what did this in the first place

as the trees bacame lumber mills
and the oceans polluted with chemical spills
and every single ailment has an anecdote in pills
as artificial dyes
preserve the earth for the next evolution

and the humans might get a mention
in a future museum
a tribute to lost freedom
a memorial to taking home for granted
a reminder to respect the planet

it sounds pretty Sci-Fi
but so did phones, electric, and flying
not so very long ago

The Warning Caw      



One hundred
years
of broken down
rot
ooze from where
ears
are now not  
worms crawl around
the cemetery plot
under the grass
that grows on top .


Second hand
violet
reflected
as twylight
fighting
to be shone
as dew drips
from being upon
grass blades
that sway
now long .


Adhock
and uneven
weathered rocks
stand leaning
subsiding
to the sink
of the caskets
they're marking .


The scratching
of Owls claws
from grasping
headstones tall
is heard amid
the caw
of a night birds
warning call .
 

Incredulous
are the senses
to all sight
and hell wrenched
stenches
as a slight
groan
turns to belches
beneathe a moaning
holed ground
restless  .


An hourly
chime
resonates
metalically high
and definite
inbetween each cry
from the walking dead
of hallow's eve time
so make a run for it.

La LLorona
(The Weeper)

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It's said that on Halloween night.
Ghouls and spirits,roam in delight.
But there's one, who wanders in cries.
For the children she killed, right before her sight.

La Llorona, she has been named.
She haunts the street in guilt,
has no one but herself, to blame.
The chains rattle, alerting every one of her range.
As her bellowing voice cries aloud "My children!!"

Her story starts with an unfaithful mate,
he despised infants, so her own offspring she begun to hate.
The household was drench in poverty,
as the mate spent every cents in mockery.

To make her mate hers once again.
She resolved a plan, that proved her insane.
On a fateful rainy day,
she took her children to the river to play.

Ages of 5, 3, and her new born,
the very child, he seemed to scorn.
She took them to the water and push them down,
She watch as they gurgled "Help me, mommy!!"
and watched as they slowly drown.

After the deed was done,
she returned happily home.
Just to find an empty house,
no belonging of his was about.

He had disappeared, and for days she waited.
Till the bodies were foun, and she was arrested.
Deemed mentally unstable, she was chained in her quarters.
And died after years, just screaming for dead sons and daughter.

Her guilt followed her to her grave.
To her crime, in death, she was turn into a slave.
Her soul still bawls for her children.
An endless weeping siren.

So if on Halloween night, you hear, "Mis hijos" and yowling cry.
Don't be scared for La Llorona is just passing by.
But be warned, Don't let her hear the weeping of your child.
She'll mistake those cries as the cries of her children,
she killed that night.

And when she notices that child was but con.
The soul of the little one, she'll take, want it or not.

OH.. MY Lord Psychic..., Was workin on the Llorona here myself HAHAHA... Oh my Lord Chica... back to the drawin board... an VERY Nice write, dig this Piece Very Much, she haunts here Every Day... Only thing that can make a Grown man here cry like a baby... Ooo, *runs an hides back inside* ----------> 0.0

come on dead wolf lets see some evil. let it creep and crawl from the darkness.

deadwolf said:OH.. MY Lord Psychic..., Was workin on the Llorona here myself HAHAHA... Oh my Lord Chica... back to the drawin board... an VERY Nice write, dig this Piece Very Much, she haunts here Every Day... Only thing that can make a Grown man here cry like a baby... Ooo, *runs an hides back inside* ----------> 0.0

jajaja... Boy! Did that made me laugh!!

I was actually watching a documentary on La Llorona before writting this, but I stuck to the old hispanic story of la llorona. After all, folklore's are the best.

There's La Sucia, La Llorona and La Mujer de Negro.

When I lived in Mexico, La Llorona was widely known. People who didn't want their children to be taken, hanged latterns at the mouth of their doors outside.

If you want here are some of our own:
http://belize-travel-blog.chaacreek.com/2013/04/belizean-folklore-the-legends-of-belize/

thats very interesting, Darker. I'm going to check it out. Always down for folklore