There was nothing remotely familiar,
I could see no one and every one all at once.
These people were lost, they were all dead.
Salem grew dark-blushing from a freshly spent temptation.
A seduction created from the ideas of rash men,
that was then danced into destiny’s details by the devil.
Genre: War, Society, Political
After the War
by Stone Fox
There was nothing remotely familiar,
I could see no one and every one all at once.
These people were lost, they were all dead.
Salem grew dark-blushing from a freshly spent temptation.
A seduction created from the ideas of rash men,
that was then danced into destiny’s details by the devil.
It continued breeding shadow as every flame,
owned by the light was savagely snuffed-out.
Murder was now on a most elegant hunt.
Each diminishing spark documented each kill,
becoming a growing list of victims.
Meanwhile the thick lingering Blackness
kept a informal score as the shadow grew in strength.
Secretly, far off in the distance, a melody of sweetly soft smothered shrieks
signaled and started a symphony of serenely sobering sobs.
Sobs that began shaping and shifting into
unarticulated sighs and cries that never faltered.
But still, it was met with one lone menacing Nightmare.
A over stayed it’s welcome Terror.
It circled any remaining flame of light like a bottom feeding vulture.
Pushing it’s poor neglected lies unto any and all close by ears.
It could be heard loudly whispering to your hopes and dreams:
“Fret not” it almost always began,
“For though you have truly lost it all-your lives included-
there is a promise to clothe you.”
There was no hiding the disdain from it’s voice or face at the last two words.
But as quickly as the emotion appeared, it was replaced
with a plastic sneer as it finished with,
“All things look good, even better, dressed in our monograms.”
I found it’s night terror or tall tale amusing,
meeting this Nightmare face to face
as my insistent smirk escaped my control,
unnoticed by all including me.
They will lie and impale you
Throw your bones to the wolves.
They will castrate and frustrate you
Bound for damnation.
GENRE: Political, Social Commentary
T H E I N T E R N M E N T
by Melodic Rose
They will lie and impale you
Throw your bones to the wolves.
They will castrate and frustrate you
Bound for damnation.
They will toss you bits
Of mouldy bread
You will eat the shreds of
Flesh hanging over an open carcass.
Gorge your belly
with the repugnance
of rotting meat.
And they will tell you to be happy.
Be satisfied that your palace is made
Of dirt,
Your throne built from the bones
Of the dead.
The floor a sweltering dingy pile
Of crud.
Because it is still a palace,
After all.
They will offer you bare bits of change.
Dangle precious pearls before your eyes.
Taunt you with every sort of desire,
your flesh has longed for
They will beg you to dine at their table.
Make you an honoured guest,
If you will only sacrifice
And sacrifice you will.
For they will pour vials of poison
Into your veins.
Drive blades through your sockets,
Remove your tongue with the blade
of the knife
And toss the gun from hand to hand
Playing games with your very fate.
They will psychologically rape
The intellect out of you,
Shoot an arrow through your
Heart.
Plunge the dagger through your belly
and skewer you like a sunday roast.
You will be nothing but a pile of ash.
They will tell you to sit,
To laugh,
Be gentle
Be strong
Move like a semi automatic sliding door.
All gear clogged,
Created on a factory assembly line.
Until there is nothing left
Your body a host for spare electrical parts.
They will chain you up,
Beat you to submission.
Lead you like an animal to the slaughter.
Herding you into maximum security
For safe keeping.
Your ignorance, the only chain
Needed to keep you under captivity.
They have fed you fecal matter
And called it a gourmet meal.
Clothed you in burlap
And called it silk.
They will thread wires through your ears
pulse you with electrical currents.
They will radiate your very will to live.
Steal the words from the tip of your tongue
and tell you never to speak.
They will laugh at you,
puppet wire you
and pull you by the strings,
They have made you into the byproduct
of the their intention.
They will claim you were their i n v e n t i o n,
And you will dance on point
and learn to laugh.
Move like all the other droids.
They will remove the very breath from your lungs
one tear gas,
one vial of poison
one compromise
one deception
one war,
one institution
one moment
one historical m a n i p u l a t i o n
one vote
one protest
one force
one grand consummate scheme at a time.
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Novel performed by actress Val Cole
Synopsis:
An unlikely mix of people, thrown together by the LA Earthquake, 1994.
A story of love lost and found…
A story of greed and corruption. ….
A story about a phoney ghost-hunter show… and a dog that looks like a panda.
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EMMA THE NERD AT THE END OF THE WORLD, by Cathy Herbert
Novel performed by actress Val Cole
Synopsis:
We’re all on a journey to “become,” to see what we might be capable of, what our futures might hold. This novel focuses on what happens when everything you’ve worked for in the struggle to define “who you are” might be ripped away forever. Against all odds, how can you hang on to who you are–and those you love?