queen of the night

yon sleek and seductive enchantress
glides across the castle ballroom floor
her silvery slippers seem suspended in air
those ebony eyes which so mesmerize
offer promise of endless erotic delight
she seemed to arise from the shadows
as night's shroud had fallen complete
for one who commanded everyone's eye
not a living soul had seen her arrive



more to come.....

the beast is stirring

ours is a culture which contends that
we're the big kahuna's chosen ones
and so this night we shall feast upon
another savaged blood-drained carcass

not in gratitude, sacred ritual or rite
in fact, not any sort of celebration at all
but because we got a cut-rate deal
on a fresh cut shank of dripping flesh

of course this is divinely sanctioned
by our holiest of ancient sacred texts
not to mention that it's certified grade A
by various official government decrees

the beast within is stirring as she smells
a pride of human-apes out on the prowl
no amount of cultured civilized veneer can
fool our primal creature's keen awareness

she knows what she has always seen as so
her fellows are equipped with fangs and claws
and could turn as one against her on a dime
at any hint of danger to survival of the pack

mirror's image

it's me that i've been seeing
there through the mirror's lens
not judas or the anti-christ
nor the dreaded witches three,
most certainly never ever thee

it's me i see there gazing back
with eyes of fear and loathing
i could not recognize that face
til the mythic legend of myself
had finally and mercifully expired

there and back

my very best of intentions
have led but straight to hell
i wonder why yours for me
wouldn't do just the same ?

i have been there and back
more than once to get it right
heed me well it has'nt changed
it's still not a very pretty sight

if you find you think you know
what's good for me to say or do
hold that thought and take a look
through the mystic mirror's lens

it's thee, not me you see there
that you sincerely wish to aid
i have no desire to e'er return
where your good intentions lead

cold-cut combo

i wonder if the whales and bugs and furry little beasts
reflect and debate upon the proper name of their creator
i'm curious to know if schools of fish give out degrees
do all those little wigglers have to learn to read and write
before they're hustled out into wherever they must go ?

after all, we've done a lot of precise research into who is what,
what is where and the specific category they'll be listed under
it confounds me to ponder that pandas might detest the bees
they could have read a newsflash in the local bamboo rag
"bumble bees were of the devil" and therefore they must die !

and what if the garden spiders were dead against the mice
as them sacriligeous little buggers have far too many wives ?
do you think the turkeys look forward to our thanksgiving feast ?
perhaps they haven't read that page of our ancient sacred text
that divinely decrees they're born to feed our fat-ass pride

"oh....we're off to feed the masses neath the holy golden arches !"
sing the livestock as they hurtle down the midnight highway towards
their fast frozen, lean ground, certified grade-A preordained destiny
oops....yet another sacred cow ends up a cut-rate cold-cut combo !
could she have missed the memo that served her up for brunch ?

the anti-christ

he rarely ever manifests with flaming wings,
gnashing bloody fangs or foul hellacious stench
but often dons the cleric's frock and cowl
and seems with every fiber of his being to know
what's right and good and true for thee and me

he plays the mystic joker in his house of cards
a slick sly master at the clever game he deals
like a carny barker who can't win without his shill
he's ever on the spy for the next rube passing by
without a willing prospect he'd shrivel up and die

step right up, ladies and gents, come one, come all
you too can reap the benefits of what he has to sell
it's two for one on tuesdays, and kiddies get in free
the price of admission seems too good to be real
how does one dare pass up this extra special deal ?

there always is that price to pay as ever it must be
so say the ancient laws amidst the midway's glitter
they who've been and back proclaim this hard-won truth
no matter how sweet the deal was promised up to thee
the right and good and true reward is only e'er given free



* carny....carnival worker
* barker....carny hawker or come-on person
* shill....person working for carny barker....pretends to be passerby and wins prize....to hook the next rube on the racket
* rube....carny slang for sucker

you don't want to know

he is hurting in the deepest darkest place within
sometimes he calls it by another name than pain
he screams in a voice that cannot e'er be heard
aching for someone to hear this silent woeful cry
he suffers beyond words a heavy searing sorrow
how does he fare this day along the pilgrim's trail ?
how is he doing really ? you don't want to know !
don't ask that which you're not prepared to ken
he is that honest man you've been warned about
any wise sage will advise, beware one such as this
he's bound to tell you what you do not care to hear
don't ask him where he's been or where he's going
he could never tell you as he cannot know himself
he can't recall the day he forsook his worldly name
somehow it just seemed not to matter any more
he is hurting in the deepest darkest place within
most times he calls it by another name than pain
don't ask how he fares along his pilgrim's journey
he has no choice but tell you, and believe me well
how he is doing really ? you don't want to know !

beneath the rock

while exploring out beyond our border
i happened to dislodge a jagged rock
and suddenly sensed a sinister presence
there tensely coiled and poised to strike
she hissed and spat a bitter vile venom
at once scathing hot, yet freezing to the touch
this slithery serpentine creature
had steely grey eyes aglow
with something not of earthly light
though coldly blazing all the same
here was no doubt a denizen of the night
clad with scales of razors, blood and rust
retreat she must, as light of day forbade
she leave that morbid haunt beneath the rock
i could feel those icy eyes burn through me as i departed
as the sun was fading into bleak and forlorn dusk
and she must abide there til night's cloak has fallen
she lies in wait now knowing that i've seen
the secret gateway to her nefarious realm
that place where neither dead nor living dwell
i hear her calling, somehow she knows my name
that haunting whisper beckons as i long for sleep
"come my precious, you ought never be alone !"
"come, my precious, your place is here by me !"

only just to be

i must run from this clear and present danger
i cannot remain here for fear that i will surely die
my heart is pounding too fast and hard to breathe
there is no other choice, how might i ever escape ?
where can i go, what shall i do ? please help me !
there is no-one near to hear this desperate plea
i am alone, absolutely alone, no friends or allies
or anyone at all, i am alone ! help me, please !

shhhh....my god whispers....shhhh....

there is nowhere to go and nothing to be done
it's but here and now you must choose to stand
and face the ghosts and demons that haunt you so
i ken you'd rather die than continue on this way
your whole life tells you this cannot be done alone
thus you call on providence for strength and protection
you must not run or fight, you must not cringe in fear
there is nothing to be done and nowhere to go

shhhh....my god sighs....shhhh

everything is okay, nowhere to go and nothing to do
only just to be....here and now....only just to be....

shhhh....

only just to be....