The shades

 

The pull has stopped,

gravity no longer socks me

deep in the guts.

I'm not longer shocked

by this world of crooks.

I used to see

only in rainbow grades,

but then I noticed,

in the dust,

the shadows

dart and play.

The shades

still walk amongst us,

and they watch as we

go about our days.

 

They watch us intently,

except they don't seem to notice me

staring back to see

their deceitful mystery.

The pull of tides

no longer controls

when I sleep and rise.

Instead, I walk these nights,

just the shades and I.

 

Into this night-time world

I wonder on a sea of words.

Into this place I feel my feet

embracing the paving stone yards.

Every muscle tearing with blistered heat,

but I march on,

watching the shades

take to the fearful streets.

Something feels distant.

Changed. I don't feel like me,

I'm floating above the concrete sea.

I can see clearer,

my thoughts seem somehow nearer,

but the shades are nearer still,

however they seem to leave me alone

like a poison pill.

 

Something has changed

the shades seem

different in the light

of the ever-watching satellite,

like their atoms have rearranged.

They no longer seem

estranged or deranged.

The darkness has drifted away,

like dust blowing into the night.

Just like you and me,

the shades only want to live in peace.

To be free,

they feel hope, hurt and mistrust,

they are just

walking different pathways to us

entirely.

 

 

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Doomsday

 

He spends his seconds

staring into eternity,

infinite storylines.

He sees their rise and decline.

Looking to see how they fare.

Ready to feast on the hurt,

pain and despair,

once the fear levels have increased

and the beastly meal is fully prepared.

 

He glares,

swooping and diving,

seeking maladies

and weird acts of chemistry.

From galaxy to far away galaxy.

Looking on worlds full of negativity.

"A true waste of gravity", he thinks

 to himself.

 

He has spent forever and day

seeking worlds of dismay.

Dining on these planets,

feeding on the worst imaginable

acts of depravity,

spilling over, like a gravy boat full

of agony and decay,

until nothing stands in his way.

Even the flowers wilt away,

too scared to stand and sway,

in case he turns back,

and severs their lifelines

some miserable day.

 

He stalks the universal streets,

a watcher of nightmares,

his mind’s eye feasts

on the everlasting supply

of hate and vicious lies.

He spies worlds, distant and unique,

seeing which is closest

to making a big mistake,

who is a beat away

from pushing their luck,

pressing that big red button

and blowing themselves up.

He watches. Quietly. Patiently.

He knows it will happen someday soon.

They will become just sprinkled dust,

ashes that cover the light of their moon.

 

And he has been watching earth

for many a long universal break

away, watching their green

countryside turn grey

as they just amble by

like its meant to be that way.

His mass affecting gravity.

The outer planets, drawn to him.

Seeing the stupidity,

the crazy ways these people seed

their own destruction,

he feeds on their deceitful plays.

It makes him strangely forlorn,

but his belly keeps on rumbling along,

So, he just waits, watching

as the pieces slowly fall into place,

knowing that in infinities eyes

it will be just a matter of days.

 

 

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Eyes in the distance

 

I see eyes in the distance

of my unconscious mind,

menacingly

they glare at me,

but still appear so far away.

I'm paralysed

by fear.

I imagine a fang-filled smile,

stretched unnaturally

ear to ear.

 

The eyes in my

subconscious world

reappear

a little clearer.

Getting nearer.

Now a shadow outlines

the figure of fear,

misty clouds stain the air,

making everything else unclear,

but I think I recognise

a deepening woodland

with chain link fence,

that I'm stood within.

Body rigid and tense.

 

In the lethargic corner of my head,

The eyes have now slammed closed,

I want to climb under covers

and hold my dear love close,

smear the outlines

of my own mind doorways

and keep the figure safely at bay.

But I stand alone,

legs rooted deep

like a tree,

no way to move,

nowhere to flee.

 

I feel hot breath

rotten, stagnant.

A rank companion

to the wretched figure

smothering my face.

Eyes closed tight

from this midnight ordeal.

If I can't see them

then the fear is not real

and its groping tendrils

can't take over me.

 

The figure emits a shrill,

piercing screech.

My feet need to stretch.

Despairing to run,

but I'm tangled down deep,

no air in my lungs.

My eyes itch, peeling back

to see the yellow/green eyes

peering deeply inside of me,

into my soul, tearing it open.

A hole left in the universe

of my mind.

 

 

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