INVASION OF THE SOUL SNATCHERS

Nobody suspected, no body knew
They fell from the skies still hazy blue
Hidden in raindrops translucent foes
Paratroopers from a dimension up above
One by one they exploded against the ground
In every village, city and town
Under siege the world was their prey
Liquid mercenaries will kill without delay

Gathering shape crawling from the soil
Adapting to the human form, it's human coil
In veins of water flows crystal blood
Unleashing waves of surging floods
Choking breaths restricting air
Catching mankind, asleep, unaware
For eighteen nights and eighteen days
Invaders crushed, consumed, erased

There was no fight, no few good men
No battle cry to rise up and defend
A genocide most swift, precise
Until, but only silence lies
Across the earth, a stillness reigns
Life exstinguished, battered, drained
Yet souls survive abandoning their shells
Aimless spirits seeking directions out of hell

Herded towards a gateway past the stars
A rift in reality looming from afar
Into the realm where tyrants are kings
Puppeteers pulling the strings
Masters of malevolence collecting the death of dreams
Slave traders slipping through fracturing seams
Harvesting the essence, every creature's residue
Marauders of the galaxy, conquering frontiers anew

Feeding themselves on the sustenance of minds
Sipping knowledge like connoisseurs of fine wine
Addicted to the thoughts stolen by force
The craving itches for the carnival of wars
The cobblestones bleed while winter fail
to hide the aftermath beneath the widows veil
The tug of the conquest will never subside
Chasing the need where senses collide

NO ONE MOURNS THE NAMELESS

This is a poem about the forgotten who ends up in the morgue without anyone to identify them.
I make a reference to Potters field, which is where they bury those they cannot attach a name to.

Silence suffers in the bowels of the morgue
It's transients are breathless from decay
A never ending misery permeates their soul
As words were left behind like castaways
Cut down early by the needle or the gun
Misfits of memories in arteries deep
If you shoot it out you will leave a mark
Take a trip or go to sleep

Staring at eternity through blind mens eyes
Where the dark is darker than the futile hope for light
Some are charred, tar fused to their bones
Burnt by desperation succumbing to their hollow plight
If no one cares why even give a damn
Sleeping with anxiety numb by dismay
Suicide Cinderellas seeking their fuel
The courage to finally slip away

Here they lay faces without names
No one stopping by to put in a claim
They bury them deep in Potters field
Wooden boxes stacked high barely sealed
To whom do their memories belong
Those midnight vagrants who died so young
Crumbled dreams slipping through their fingers
To vanish with the wind, no time for them to linger

HENRIETTA

I don't know where this came from. It started with one sentence and evolved into a journey trying to figure out what happened. Makes it interesting for me trying to solve the puzzle so to speak. This starts with a grusome discovery and then flashbacks to what led up to it. It sort of circles back to the beginning.

She was killed without any lingering remorse
far beyond the plains of redemption
Six bullets in her body
Seven days past comprehension
The sunrise lost it's luster this morning cold and bleak
When I found her nailed to my apple tree
Sweet angel sleeping in the land of the dead
Dreaming of a life without misery
They used a crooked crowbar to pry her lose
Wayward drops of blood fell to the ground
Crime scene investigators asking questions,
but she never made a sound
The happy harlot Henrietta belonged to the street
Giving her love in many a back seat
At sixteen she had seen it all
Done it in the alleyways and up against bathroom stalls
Turning tricks for kicks a job she enjoy
Young or old, she didn't care she was everybody's toy
But tonight it all went awry
Full moon madness beneath the lunatic sky
Reason unravels, sanity corrodes
Midnight burns it's fuse and the world explodes
Benny the biker with his switchblade knife
High on crack he picks a random life
Poor Henrietta was just in his way
She'd been safe any other day
A chance encounter at the Bayside docks
Another case of rotten damn luck
Wrong time, wrong place
His blade cuts to the chase
Benny's mad with untamed rage
still fighting the war in which he waged
Pulls out a gun, shoots to kill
When the muzzle cease to flash, the night again is still
He has slain the mighty demon, for that is what he believes
Vanquished the beast on this fine summer eve
As crickets serenades he carries her home
Somehow remembering a dusty memory of where he used to roam
A sacrifice for the father from his delusional son
Leaving me my daughter murdered by my gun
Benny's far beyond the curtain or reality's concern
Of his sisters fate he has yet to learn
Peacefully he sleeps under the distant stars
Oblivions blanket concealing his scars
And when he at last awakes
His soul will die, his heart will break
I wish I could still love him, I wish I could forgive,
but I am burning my bridges I don't care if he lives
What remains of my daughter are pictures without frames
Moments precious, captured a past before pain
My son Benny, they'll hang him soon
They put the noose around his neck at noon
There he'll swing, twist and twirl
his death will make this a better world.

OLD KING MOOSE

Some times when I go through my many notebooks I find discarded poems, that I've given up on or has abandoned for various reasons. Mostly due to a writers block or I think it plain sucks. Some times I come back to it later and try to salvage it. I decided to give this another go and do some re-writes and tweak a bit here and there. This is more of a limerick, and frankly very silly. Bottom line is I simply had to complete something with a name like Old King Moose.

Old king moose
was a big recluse
Who lived in the Kodal woods
He'd sit on a throne
made of pine cones
and bitch that he was misunderstood

He hates his queen
who is ugly and mean
Large like an overfed bear
She'd talk far too long
about everything wrong
How her life was in need of repair

She was seeing a shrink
a skunk with a stink
Who told her to have an affair
Instead of divorce
get it on with a horse
or cozy up to a deer

Old king moose
was guzzling the booze
What a miserable sod he'd become
Drinking his Jack
Smokin' his crack
Taking baths in a whirpool or rum

He'd pull out a gun
for a quick bit of fun
Russian roulette he would play
Squeezin' the trigger
as he did figure
If I die it will brighten my day

But with his luck running poor
He hit the darn door
Too wasted to aim at his head
With a bullet astray
wild on it's way
Killing his butler instead

Old king moose
was tying his shoes
When he tumbled out the bell tower
A long way down
But he landed safe and sound
Before being knocked dead by a meteor shower

The queen took it well
a conniving little Jezebelle
Was so sure she had it made
Put on a ball
Quite lavish and all
She even threw herself a parade

But Old king moose
Don't like to lose
He'd cut her out of his will
He gave every penny
to a beaver named Benny
who hangs out at the local gin mill.

THE PECULIAR TALE OF CORAL MISTY

One sumptuous Sunday morning Coral Misty walked into my life
She proclaimed without much ado she was my long lost wife
But I had no earthly recollection of who this woman could be
As I searched the catacombs to my past to solve the mystery
Don't you remember, the night, the beach in June
You said I do indeed beneath the cloudless moon
Then we loved, immersed in waves caress
While I listened to your heart fill it's emptyness

I wish I could recall such episodes of bliss
Where lips entangle softly to erupt in a carnal kiss
Held captive by her eyes what fool would ever leave
Even in sanity's absence I'd be caught in her weave
About memories she talks such wonderous merry tales
Any man would follow Coral on her trails
The life she's lived seems both innocent and sweet
I wish I were a part of that, the tenderness complete

We have a quiet moment then she tilts her head and smiles
Pulls us close together so we can hold each other for awhile
Uncertainty confounds me might I have known her before ?
Did I once abandon her on my mind's hazy rocky shore
I bury these questions in last summers sand
As the contours of her body begins to make demands
Please forgive me for what I am about to do
This feels too right for doubt to seep through

Three weeks later Coral Misty shares my bed
I've begun to love her and that fills me with dread
What if her delusion one day suddenly clears
I'll be the stranger she once seemed to appear
I can't help, but wonder from where she came
Did she torch her past with misery's flame ?
Is there a man she is trying hard to forget ?
Did she travel here on the roads of regrets ?

Some times at night I can hear her cry
I wanted answers, but she begged me not to ask why
She'll sit by the window gazing out at the sea
Then turn around and just look longingly at me
There's so many tears in those emerald eyes
No sufficient comfort I can offer, nothing I can try
Then the shadows of her despair slowly pass and she heals
by the motion of devotion we share how we feel

One Monday morning I startle, my heart begins to race
I pick up the paper, staring back at me is her face
Beside her a man that could have been my twin
Terror digs a shallow grave as understanding's sinking in
The headline reads as follows, newlyweds lost at sea
Search has been disbanded, memorial at three
I see the future shatter into shards of crumbling dreams
I do not belong to Coral, she belongs to someone else it seems

We sailed upon a surface calm, guided by the sun
She stears with utmost certainty towards where it begun
Tiny ripples of remembrance struggles to take hold
From ancient depths memories dormant surges upwards bold
A boat looms frozen in the horizon as if anchored there by time
Bobbing gently in the water, pristine, in it's prime
She seems anxious in a hurry, her husband surely awaits
I'm the boatman, the ferrymaster, here to deliver her to fate

The knot I have untangled the mystery seems clear
Two lovers on their honeymoon drowned and disappeared
But the deck is strangely empty, no one is on board
The only sound is the creaking wood, straining for the fjords
Yet something is familiar, I have a sense of deja vu
Refusing to believe it, it simply cannot be true
I turn to Coral, she grins and nods at me
Yes, you are my husband, forever, that you'll always be

IF I WERE THE NIGHT

If I were the night
I'd dream about the day ?
and wish that I could see the sun
or at least a tiny ray

And what if my whole life
was someone elses dream ?
A castaway of circumstance
a memory unseen

What if I just linger on
in some subconscious state ?
A waiting room of fantasy
in the canvas of my fate

What if I'm a warrior
a ghost from ancient times ?
Or a lighthouse pirate
bringing darkness to the blind

What if I reside
in the outskirts of your mind ?
Perhaps I am the riddle
to the answers you must find

THE HOLE STORY

There's a black hole in my basement
so I painted it blue
Sent my cat through
Let me know how far, how wide
and if there's another basement on the other side
Had a cuppa java
Listened to some tunes
Tapping my feet all through May and June
Summer came and fall drove by
Then winter fell from the sky
I missed my cat so I crawled down the hole
with my night vision goggles, cause I can't see like a mole
As you can imagine it was rather dark
What trees see behind the bark
Would it be crowded this time of day ?
With minstrel miners who has lost their way
Perhaps wayward cannibals hungry for a snack
Got a craving like a junkie wanna smoke me like crack
Should have brought my corkscrew or my special 38
I have a permit to carry, but not to annihilate
I don't know where I'll end up, but it seems it may be far
I'm getting rather thirsty so I hope they have a bar
A whiskey neat, make it a double please
Any more and you better confiscate my car keys
Wait, I think I see the moon
Nope, just fire igniting in the eyes of a rabid raccoon
Another struggle, it's man against beast
Should I retreat perhaps, or call for a priest ?
Seems I left my last rites next to my will
and I'm stuck with a coon ready to kill
Gentlemen chose your weapons, swords, guns, or claws
Only one shall be left standing that is the law
I brought my fists and a rubber band
It was high noon in the low lands
He's going kinda crazy, going kinda nuts
That's what he was hitting, though he was aiming for my guts
So, I'm doubled over begging for a pill
Maybe he'll think I'm dead If I'm laying completely still
I'm not a pussy, but my cat sure is
I know cause I got a litter box full of piss
I can't believe what the hell I see
My cat and the coon gettin' bizzy
That's too weird even for me
Who wants coon kittens roaming free
So I crawled home and plugged the hole
I'm buying myself a goldfish that comes with a bowl
And if you see some strange critters outside your door
Don't blame me, blame l'mour