Oct 182019
 

happy thoughts please
push away the darkening gloom
that threatens to consume
the room between my ears
by stoking all my fears
reminding me of tears
the years that went by wrong
the promises broken
the dreams undone

happy thoughts please
wash off the pain
remove the stains
repair the wonds
evict the gloom
before it turns the light to pain
the morning sun to a cold harsh intruder
painful brutal beastly heartless and unrelenting

happy thoughts

please

Sep 012019
 

He’s seen a hundred come before
They’d rush ahead although forewarned
…and in their haste – get their “reward”
Another verse if you please…

He raised his voice to spread the lore
The signs he posts still go ignored
… as they scurry past the scattered gore
Another verse if you please…
Another verse if you please…

He settles back, can’t bear to watch
He shakes his head, and checks his watch
… and bides his time,
it ticks and talks,
then there’s the cRACk
that tells the tale,
A flash of red,
A tuft of fir,
A FLURRY OF UNBRIDLED MADNESS AND VIOLENCE AND SHIVERS RUN UP HIS SPINE SHAKING HIM TO HIS CORE CRUMBLING HIM TO THE GROUND IN HORROR, and, sorrow, and, loneliness, and despair…

The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.
The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.

Apr 282019
 

Nowhere
Nothing
Zero
Zilch
A quantum foam
Seithing with fire
The emptiness burns
A glassy sea
And no this doesn’t ryme
It’s chaotic
Zilch
Zero
Nothing
Nowhere
Zoom
Out

Apr 282019
 

IT does not compute
IT does not compute
Cat can haz compute?
IT does not compute

green eyes wonder through a smoldering sky
without blinking
without fading
piercing the blue orange gradients through to darkness and pinpoints of shiny twinkles

Slow

Blink

Apr 282019
 

kaBOOM klatter clatter chatter tinkle tinkle chikatika
BOOM clatter tinkle crash sizzle pop pop
BOOM BOOM chatter clatter tinkle CRASH shatter tinkle CRACK!
BOOM whisper whisper whisper squeak

Mar 172019
 

Something precious, ripped away
see how the broken pieces lay
they’re scattered here and all around
in shredded tatters on the ground

Where once was hope and promises
now we count but lies and losses
smoldering embers question: why?
while answers smoke into the sky

Sounds rumor joy off in the distance
while pain enforces it’s persistence
tears may carry it away, but
far too slowly on this day

No longer cause to celebrate
on every footfall, hesitate
shuddered breaths between each tear
a hollow moan for each lost year

Fall to the floor and block the door
drift off to sleep and dream no more

Mar 042019
 

don’t clutch at the ashes and curse at the darkness
blend your flame with my fire and rage at the edge
we’ll forever move forward in increasing circles
rippling together through oceans of love

discard the cold cinders of broken machinery
hold tight to your memory of our hands intertwined
in the smiles of the faces we’ve met we’ll keep living
immortal as starlight and bright as the sun

we are never a part of the dust that we’re borrowing
the sweet sound of your voice only moves through the air
these thoughts we exchange are like sparkling fireworks
for a brief, brilliant moment they light up the night

hold close to me now and move with me sweetly
slow dance to the music we’ve grown in our souls
entangled we’ll travel eternity’s limits
after worlds melt away may there still be our song


Mar 032019
 

Lord, don’t you take me a piece at a time.
Don’t make me die shivering, and losing my mind.
When I go, take me quickly in one blinding flash.
Preferably fighting the dragon.

Joanie fell down and got stuck on her back.
They lopped off her feet when they wouldn’t grow back.
To stop her complaining, they hooked her on smack
and she quietly wasted away.

Oh lord, don’t you take me a piece at a time.
Don’t make me go shivering, and losing my mind.
When I go, take me quickly in one blinding flash.
Preferably fighting the dragon.

Bobby had started to lose track of time.
He misplaced his name, and his life slipped his mind.
To keep him from roaming they tied him up tight.
There he lingered for hundreds of days.

Oh lord, don’t you take me a piece at a time.
Don’t make me die shivering, and losing my mind.
When I go, take me quickly in one blinding flash.
Preferably fighting the dragon.

Freddie rode his bike home.
It was time to get back but his friends ran him over while driving on crack.
They scooped up the pieces and kept them alive.
The light’s on and nobody home.

Oh lord, don’t you take me a piece at a time.
Don’t make me die shivering, and losing my mind.
When I go, take me quickly in one blinding flash.

— http://www.alt230.com/Music/Dragon/SongSheet.jsp

Apr 092013
 

Yet another family meeting:
convoluted, confused, and intertwined with
friends not usually seen, but heard in hazy,
non-descript one sided conversations to which
you’re not usually a privy.

I phased in and out of this mysterious world,
painted an important cordial greeting upon my
face and drifted with the din of a multitude
of cute little cherubs, their bretheren and
sisterhood hooting the crisp childhood greetings
of simpler times I only envision now in my dreams.

Drifting in and out, to and fro, on waves of mystical
chaos: warm in the glow that is family even if it is
somehow distant and even unfamiliar to my typically
ordered and precise state of mind.

Strangers, now not strange, flow into my personal
universe as if they were ghosts appearing in the dark
grey corridors of some tall and mystical hall to present
tidings of terror, or fear, or joy, or bliss; and we
engage in mindless conversation to comfort us in our
naked vulnerability.

Then as our strangeness fades into a comfortable enveloping
mist we become our own small army against the unknown
and begin to speak of thoughts, beliefs, and dreams…
the kinds of words usually reserved for only the closest
of kin and those you see every day; but now is an open
opportunity to collect a new ally in a potentially
dangerous fold, that of life in extended family where
the dragon in the dark is every aging skeleton you hide
in the closet of your mind – with you now locked in
close proximity to excited peers all curious to see and
know, and all armed with the keys of ignorance and open
questions.

“Keep your wits” you think when you are awake, but the
soothing chaos seems friendlier and warmer as time wares
on and you find yourself lulled to sleep, somehow comforted
by the incomprehensible din.

Away, across the room and a see of jumbled souls all
embroyaled in senseless conversations you see your anchor.
That one familiar face that you arrived with. That one
who dragged you to this forsaken alien world now more
familiar with each moment, and you realize the reason for
your peace isn’t a follish sleepy tonic of calming chaos,
like the warm darkness of shock obliged to an animal once
cought in the jaws of it’s predator awaiting the final
passage from vital form to fodder.

This pleasant face, and it’s glow, this love, this other
soul to whom you are inexorably linked. This on has brought
you here again, and here is not so unfamiliar as it is an
extension of whatever was, what is, and what will always
be: family.

So roast the beast and sing the songs and contemplate the
murmor of countless hours in this company. It is a gift,
for the only true desert and dangerous ground for we
mortal beings of flesh and mind and soul and gifts of
spirit, the only true place of perishing in untempered,
unbearable rages of tempest and furies, the most horrible
wasteland which could cease our breath and silence our
voices in the loudest agonizing screams of pain and
terror is not here: that place is empty and alone, and
now, if you are here with me, you know there is nothing
so fearful for you, for you are not alone.

– Original (c) 1999 Pete McNeil