To Ginny

Goodbye my love, this is my, forlorn, farewell

For when midnight chimed, twas a fateful knell

With one, last, tired breath, we were torn apart

Hence, these words, are from my broken heart

I know you were stubborn and would not be told

You were also, kind and loving, with a heart of gold

So I will take some solace, on your summer's day

And from my idle reveries, you will never stray

Now that you're free from fear, I can ease the pain

Even though, my love, time's not ours to claim

For the anguish ended, when you lost the fight

And now, with this last kiss, I will say goodnight

With Love

From

Lance

XXX

 

Forever's Reoccurring Dream

 

Beyond, the crystal clear glass, there is nothing at all

Except the impenetrable dark and an unfathomable fall

There's no moon, or stars, there is just a vacuous waste

Futilely lit, by a rotating beam, that dissipates to a trace

In the light room's sanctuary, there is no time left to bide

Or a way to escape, down, through a trapdoor open wide

For in this see of silence, everything, is cloak-and-dagger

Where only oneirism persists, above a descending ladder

There're shadows and light and a descent to a metal floor

With a virtual way out, through a phantom, wooden door

But on the 'otherside', only the passing revenants pretend

That a revealed spiral staircase, does more than descend

With the unreality of being, there is no misunderstanding

That the only way is down, from an old, gridiron landing

But no entities, are visible, there're just shadowy shapes

Tremulously cast in descent, as if a candle flame, shakes

Every step down, is another blind alley, in a cul-de-sac

Where only night eyes see, within a circular brick stack

And time will mean nothing, like it had never been there

Until, eventually reached, in the abysm, is that final stair

Somewhere there is a door, in the miasmic chokedamp

On the 'otherside', is a lit floor, below a megawatt lamp

And with nowhere else to go, because of inanimate time

There's just an ascending ladder, that's necessary to climb

Beyond, the crystal clear glass, is the eternal black night

Of an impenetrable darkness, where luminosity's a blight

Here there is, no moon, or stars, just a lighthouse's beam

Its silent warning, to untether, forever's reoccurring dream

Disciples Of Nostradamus

Everything, you think you know, or to which, you are aligned

Does not exist, it's a mirage in a matrix, intelligently designed

Your free will's fake, but maybe, to delusions, you have sworn

The reality is though, you're a vassal, you're a worthless pawn

Within the coercing domains, of AI, gods and climate control

Are their ideologies, that have, or will soon, take a deadly toll

The path ahead is clear though, if you choose to soundly sleep

For the shepherds ways are wiser, if you're in a flock of sheep

But they're fallacious seers, merely disciples, of Nostradamus

Who conjure their new wave fears, to manipulate and harm us

They want to save us, from an invisible enemy, in a secret war

So they can control and command, as their sycophants, adore

The heavens are a void, Earth's a rock, AI will always cleanse

For you there is no future, it's only time, that inevitably wends

And remember, as you're standing beneath the threadbare sky

That the cults of humanity, like humanity, they were born to die

 

'SLEEP' (from dusk to mourning)

 

Witch's Spittle

 

 

She sat astride me, naked and sweaty, at my behest

With her tumbling raven locks and saggy old breasts

And she mocked me, with a cackle, enough to belittle

As I watched her lips drip, with her sour witch's spittle

But I couldn't resist the touch, of her cold, flaccid, flesh

Or her abundant, brittle thatch, like a woven wire mesh

For my need was afire, although she'd chosen, to choke

With her, livery, skeletal hands, compressing my throat

It was far too late, to escape, from her vice like thighs

I felt my tongue swelling, as was, the bulge of my rise

I tried to desist, but I couldn't repel, her malevolent will

And under, a sorceresses spell, I would inevitably, spill

I was fading fast, so I tried to inhale, or just taste the air

But she squeezed, even harder, demanding, that I share

I was trapped, with her astride, I was helpless, beneath

As her putrefied breath fell, through the rot of her teeth

The ecstasy was agonizing, but her throttling, did wane

As I, fulfilled, our salaciousness and with acidity, came

And we gasped, with mutual relief, for passion is fickle

Before she cackled and loosed, her sour witch's spittle

One 1/10 Tenth

 

Who am I? Because I think I might be somebody else

Held hostage maybe, by bewitching, demonic spells

And who are you? Who is seemingly more than stuck

Being bound, upside down, on a butcher's, rusty hook

Here we are though and apparently, it's just you and me

And that somebody else, of course, making a total of three

We're all together, you're tethered, with our intentions plain

Maybe I am, non compos mentis, but he is one tenth sane

You're gargling in panic, as you hang by your ankles rope

As you lather with terror, you're seemingly, bereft of hope

If I could feel anything, it'd be insanity's choice to decide

As it feeds on the horror, that I see, as your eyes open wide

If I could, then I would, but somebody, will not let me stop

The insidious somebody insists, I eviscerate, siphon and lop

What can I do? But inflict on you, torturous, life ending pain

 For I'm really nine tenths crazy, but he's only, one tenth sane

Sometime later...

My head is ringing, from the buzzing, of an electric saw

And I'm slipping and sliding, in a spill of entrails and gore

 Whoever you were, I see you've been mercilessly assailed

Stuck on that rusty hook, upright, butchered and impaled

 I'm not responsible, unless I have simply, misunderstood

Even though it's me, smeared, in somebody else's blood

If I am crazy, or possessed, then how can I be to blame?

For I'm a fraction short, of me, the one tenth that is sane

 

A Shade In The Shadows

 

I awoke, in an unremembered night, or maybe not

To a shade in the shadows and the fetid smell, of rot

Twas a state of non-reality, where nightmares begin

Or the end of rationality, for it has always been Him

Unmoving, I reached out and I searched, for its face

But there was nothing there, just a void, of inner space

There was nothing at all, not even a zephyr of breath

Just the lost memories, of embalming, with crystal meth

I was unfeeling, desensitized, there was no turning back

As I couldn't find what I sought, as grey turned to black

And my fears, were not fading and I could not, pretend

That I ever knew who I was, or what it meant to ascend

There's a shade in the shadows and I'm looking down

At empty eyes, sallow skin and death's frozen frown

I was him, 'now', I am Him, but I am unable to see

For in this nebulous shroud, there is nothing, of 'me'