Immersion

Originally published on the Literati Mafia

it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen

hell rises up
heaven falls
demons rush in
and pass through the walls
of the human psyche shored up
by gossamer gods and magic pills
tromp through mephitic mires of disbelief
brandishing swords, counting kills

nothing can protect you
not pleas, not prayers, nor unholy deals
from the metaphysical monsters I’ve set free
to nip and bite, sink razor teeth into your heels
and drag your bloody carcass down
into the tenebrous pits below
to rip apart your flesh
and feast upon your soul

it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen

Photo from Pixabay

Sylvia’s Mother

Sylvia’s Mother video

Performed by: Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show

Writer(s): Shel Silverstein

The Unknown

 

Originally published on the Literati Mafia

galaxies beguile and beckon,
mouths of black holes yawn.
I face the unknown, bent of body, but bright of mind,
not fearing the dawn
of old age that comes
to all stars, planets, and man.
I face the unknown, time running through my fingers
like grains of silvered sand.

Photo via Dreamstime

Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around

Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around video

Performed by: Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty

Writer(s): Tom Petty and Mike Campbell

Apathy’s Ascension

devils, demons, and harridans
stomp with jack boots through my brain
trampling reason, trampling logic,
trampling all that is sane

razor teeth tear apart fragile trust
revealing perceived lies
sugar-coated in honeyed words
malleable untruths survive

venomous thoughts frolic and feast
leaving famine in their wake
an empty shell of a mind
filled with nothing, it breaks

and collapses inward
into the pit of passion’s death
taking a war-ravaged spirit
that at long last has found rest

Photo via Pixabay

Dance in the Dark

Dance in the Dark video

Performed by: Lady Gaga

Writer(s): Stefani Germanotta (Lady Gaga) and Fernando Garibay

The Last Dance

Originally published on the Literati Mafia

I stood out on the deck, staring up at the night sky into the face of the end of the world.

Inside, my family and a large group of their friends drank and laughed and danced to old songs, some I remembered, some I didn’t. Upstairs, my two little brothers and the younger kids of the partiers’ slept—with a little help from Benadryl—blissfully unaware of the fact they would never wake up.

In the valley below, the town sparkled like the Fourth of July, now a month past. The sultry breeze carried the faint sounds of music and laughter up the steep hillside to my family’s summer home.

Was the whole world celebrating? Continue reading “The Last Dance”

Black Is

Originally published on the Literati Mafia

black is…
the color of the ocean floor
the color of the deepest well
the color of a witch’s cat
the color of a lover’s spell

black is…
the color of infinity
the color of a new-moon night
the color of secrecy
the color of a dream that never takes flight

black is…
the color of a broken heart
the color of a demented mind
the color of an empty life
the color left behind

black is…
the color I breathe
the color I see
the color I taste
the color that owns me

for black is…me

Photo via Pixabay

The Thunder Rolls

The Thunder Rolls video

Performed by: All That Remains

Writer(s): Pat Alger and Garth Brooks

Time After Time

There was a man sitting on her bench.

And that irritated Molly. She liked her solitude, and he was intruding on it. There would be precious little of it when her daughter flew in from Bakersfield next week and put her in the retirement home like she’d been trying to do ever since Dan had died three years ago.

“Mama, it’s not safe for you to be rattling around in that big old house by yourself,” Leanne had said. “I didn’t worry when Daddy was alive to watch out for you, but now…”

Molly had wanted to laugh. Dan watch out for her? It’d been the other way around. She had taken care of him, waiting on the hateful jerk hand and foot while he cussed and bitched and moaned. But she hadn’t told their daughter that, not wanting to speak ill of her daddy. Why, the shit she could tell Leanne about Dan would curl the girl’s flat-ironed hair!

For two years following Dan’s death Molly had basked in solitude, going about her business with no one to answer to other than herself. Then she’d slipped on a patch of ice on the front porch, tumbled down the steps, and broke her hip. Continue reading “Time After Time”