Trick or Treat

 

Trick or treat

a fleeting moment snatched

from the jaws of defeat

beauty in the arms of a beast

nothing could compete,

but do demons lurk

in the darkest corners of our private universe

can we avoid the curse,

and not become part of the undead surge?

 

Should we have just kept our hearts covered

left to sit under piles of earth undiscovered

is it so wrong to want to feel a smile?

to want to sing along

even if it's for just one song

to let roam free

the zombie thoughts

that haunt me

or should we hide them away

should they have stayed down in the ground 

with the dead

Slayed In the graveyard of my head

should we have left them buried instead

or just enjoy the feel of the path we tread

 

Should I have ignored the voices, the hint of insanity

hope beckoning through the dark smoke

the words, a fantasy

should I have entertained?

Summoned forth demons unconstrained

or let them stay in the dark

under 6 foot of earth

in a grave unmarked

enjoy the feeling of these moments

although they are shrieking

and feel a once dead heart beating

 

Should I have listened to the inner conversation

like a demonic possession

only exorcism is to close the shades

pull down the blinds and enjoy the moments before they fade

let feelings guide

the night

a trick too magical to analyse

or a treat to tantalise a soul that is paralysed

ignore the fear and dread

in a land of thoughts left for dead

 

I let them see sunlight

and now they pursue me at night

reflections in the mirror of the man

I once wanted to be

now they just creep after me

trick or treat they tease

and I'm down on my knees

moaning and creaking

withered old bones seeking

a chance to be free

from the shadowy ghosts that haunt me

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Land of the Elite

 

Let's invade as many countries as we can

drop bombs who gives a damn

we can rule the world

control the oil supply

put a limit on food, luxury ours to decide

in this land of the elite

where zombies march to our beat

 

We can control supply and demand

push prices as high as we can

starve the poor, who needs them in our masterplan

tell our lies to all that will listen

as their frozen tears glisten

when a glimpse of light breaks through smog stained skies

we will laugh at their cries

we can choose who lives and dies

playing god with innocent lives

 

They will cower at our feet

they will fear anything we say

they will run scared in retreat

never daring to stand up to us, the elite

they will whimper in corners

simply following orders

because we are the overlords in our tower

and our words are swords of power

 

Set a limit on thinking

don’t let them get together

don’t permit free thought

don’t allow them to feel nice weather

just pile on the misery

and they will fall for our plan

if we destroy their attention spans

we will go down in history

leaders of the slave nation

this our safe haven

the land of the elite

where the people kiss our feet

 

Control the news

fear sells so we can’t lose

let the masses count themselves...

sheep leaping to our tunes

soon they will snooze

filled with nightmare scenes

we, the puppet masters controlling the strings

Oh, this land of the elite

the people will sing

 

But what of those people

will they forever doze

will they go quietly into dark shadows?

or will they stand and shine their light

retake the night

reclaim this land and make it right

 

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

A message to myself

 

You layer up, barriers

walls built to withstand

any blows that land

you hide so much

flinch at every word as it touches

don’t let them be missed

let the words stroke and kiss

 

You are not a monster

though you call yourself a beast

that is just an imposter

you are not a devil in the dark

just a poet with a loving heart

 

Give yourself a break

you don’t have to feel so much

let your mind take a walk beside a calming lake

you don’t have to ache

it's okay to let your heart touch

it's good to feel love

 

You think of yourself as imperfect

as unworthy of praise

yet see magic in every aspect

you deserve to stand as tall as mountains

like a lighthouse shining

a beacon of safety on dark days

 

Don’t cower away in darkened corners

hiding your brightness from others

don’t take dim lit alleys as a destination

let your words bring inspiration

you are not a corpse, with dead feelings

stand proud under the spotlight for one night

you don’t have to live in the shadows out of sight

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.