Praying for RainTaking up all the spaceSoaked the color from this placeNow everything outside is greyI look up every nightFor some alien spaceshipsSomething that could take me awayFrom this earth from this townLift my feet of the groundTake me to another dimensionTo a mystical placeWhere I have something wise to sayAnd where maybe someone will listenCause if I don't know who I amThen how dare you say you love meWhy rhyme. If I don't. Have a reason.Don't know what ill doWith my life, I'm just a childSo will, you please, stop asking.So I scribble and bang out these stanzasOne by one till my mind is contentI have these overwhelming visceral feelingsWhere I shake and I sweat and I shakeI know I created this prison im inSo that I could get out somedayIf I could only reach the chainI could steal a keyOr a time machineAnd then I'd be free I'd be free!To pull a head of the raceSpit in their faceAnd finally break free of this placeIf I don't know who I amThen how dare you say yo
Interstate 42Walkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 42.Hitchin a ride to nowhere, riding my thumb to somewhere. Somewhere new.I'm just waitin on the future, hopin for the future to come.Thinkin about nuthin thinking about everything its what I do.And there a train that's comin along sideAnd its goin to the city of the lightsAnd im all alone here just watchin peoples lives fly byAnd I was hopin that you might stay here with me for tonightWalkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 43.A shadows walk so close to me, the lost souls all surround meGoing to there cubicles riding environment friendly bicyclesAll out to make money but the moneys making them intoConsumers of faux happiness consumers of faux happinessAnd sometimes I see things that shouldn't be thereAnd I wake up in places I shouldn't beAnd sometimes people tell me that I'm crazyCause I see things that I simply shouldn't seeAnd they lock me up in a building cause I'm crazyBecause I see thing
The last Show everBlack and white calligraphyTelling of a graveyard celebrationBig Kids Over a Cardboard SeaContribute to this night of elationJoy and sorrow surf the crowdLost in bodies everything is rightThe people are fuel the music is loudIn celebration we wreck the nightWe dance through the dark and at dawn we flyLeaving holes where man met wallThe sun lounges over the hill still shyWhen we wake we must rebuild it allWe absorb all we can for we know it is our last mealThe dishwashers words are shouted togetherThe memories of tonight will never healFor this is the last show ever
Not ForgivenLiquid reality fragile as a flameDestroyed by one ghosts passingOn a cold windless night a babe with no nameFor his heart was apart, and his breath thick with wantingWhen one life vanishes another takes its placeBut my father ignores this philosophyOn a cold windless night a blanket with no nameHere a lone soul starts his biographyA street urchin I was left to my own devicesFrom an early age I was filled with maliceOn a cold windless night a king with no nameRules over his cardboard palaceA paper bag on my back and loss in my eyesHand outstretched lips pleadingOn a cold windless night a dog with no nameOn the end of a stick finds meaningIm taken in by a counterfeit soulFreedom at the end of his leadOn a cold windless night a soul with no nameIs given for fire and feedI am dancing twirling gracefullyPainting crimson on the snowOn a cold windless night a killer with no nameFalling farther with every blowA man dies every time another is bornI am a man
RIP TinderboxJoy and sorrow surf the crowdLost in bodies everything is rightThe people are fuel the music is loudIn celebration we wreck the nightWe dance through the dark and at dawn we flyLeaving holes where man met wallThe sun lounges over the hill still shyWhen we wake we must rebuild it all
HummingbirdIf a hummingbird stops its wingsIt will fall lifeless to the floorAnd I know if I stop runningThe same fate it will comeBreaking down my doorCause I know theres someone out thereWho would kill me in a secondIf only presented with,The right circumstancesAnd I see him in my rearviewHes a symphony of lightsHes gonna spill my gutsCause hes drop dead gorgeousAnd when he sings my heart outIts to die forCause I know theres someone out thereWho would kill me in a secondIf only presented with,The right circumstancesSweat blinds me as I pull overAnd my wings they start to flutterAnd hes walking up behind meAnd he is fingering the triggerWell Im gonna spill my gutsCause hes drop dead gorgeousAnd when he sings my heart outIts gonna blow my mindHe stands outside my windowHe looks from side to sideHe shows me his revolverPoints the gun insideI slide my hand inside the dashboardFeel the cold hard bite of metal
Acceptance Admittance Patient: He has a drifter look, messy hair, plaid shirt and cords. Young but talks like he has had years of experiences. He plays with a coin, flipping it through his fingers. During the play he gets increasingly calmer and more comfortable. Never stops his smug and knowing smile. Interrupts himself a lot. He is fidgety but in a comfortable and composed way. Psychiatrist: Boring, clean shaven, hair combed back. He wears a white doctors coat. Intelligent enough in a traditional sense, he cant keep eye contact with the patient. Speaks in a monotone voice until the end of the play. Patient is on one side of a table. He is picking at his nails and leaning back in his chair, looking around uninterestedly at the Psychiatrists office. Psych enters and sits down never looking at the patient; he opens a folder and reads over it. &
Monologue Im tired of being mind fucked everywhere I go. School is bullshit they mindfuck you with textbooks about what didnt happen in places that I will never go. At home Im mindfucked by that tube that sits at the end of my bed taunting me all day. Dont do work, dont interact with reality, stay in bed and blow up fucking aliens all day. Its like the whole world is set up to mindfuck you and if you want to get away from it. they tell you to go to church (the biggest mindfuck of all) or to go live in a cave in the Himalayas with the fucking Dali Llama. All anyone does is tell me what I can and cannot do: Buy this, throw that away, dont have sex, dont take drugs unless the doctor prescribes them, then fucking have pills for breakfast lunch and dinner for all they care. Its all a great big mindfuck man. You know my dad always bugs me hey why cant you just be normal like your brother haha what the fuck is normal? H
Devils GrinVivianBlood rolls down her tongue againLands upon the floor and thenShe knows that she has reached her endBenjaminYou know that youve just killed your kinYou have no remorse for your sinOn your face you wear the devils grinWedding dayThe words you said now thrown awayHer body lies soon to decayNow you must make your merry wayFirst time you metAcross the bar you saw her silhouetteYou offered her a cigaretteFrom that day forth you had her in your netBenjaminMarried nine years almost tenYou loved to listen to her violinWhat made you commit this sin?Its quite simple really.The fucking check cleared.
Muriel Mouse s Trick and TreatSay have you ever seenespecially on HalloweenMuriel mouse roasting Pumpkin cornand dreaming of the coming mornas she stares into the candle flamethe casting shadows enlarge her frameand all the demon cats who chased herkeep their distance, pace and starenot sure of what they´re looking atonly sure it´s no darn cat!All at once,it Pops and Cracks!scaredy-cats they raise their backsJump in the air and run awayMuriel laughs and has to sayGood that I was able to hidein this pumpkin right insideHere it´s warm with plenty to eat..Mmmh Popcorn´s ready, what a treat !Poetry by Suzanne karbach
Coffee LoveI love coffeeand coffee loves me.How can I tellwell it´s quite plain to see.It gets all hot and frothywhen the coffee making startsand sends me little messagesin the form of loving heartsA poem by Suzanne Karbachoct 2014
Elementals [A Mythos Look] page 2ElementalsA Mythos LookPage 2AirAir is around usEverywhereBut not only microbes dwellThere are otherworldlyOther-dimensional thingsThough are too remote for us to tellOn a clear starless night in OctoberAbout the date of WalpurghisnachtThere could be a deathly stirA tempestuous flurry in the evening airAnd strange flickering as though from a demon lampOr a nova being born'T is only the wild impulsesFrom the devices of The Lord of Air*EarthFar below upon the earthIn a dimension too remote to be seenThe meadow and the heather run dryLike sand dunes of the Sahara desertBut not a soul among us knows the reason whyThen there are those who rumorEvery place aboutThat an otherworldly soul is at play+They scarcely dare to mention any namesThe rest care not what they sayRumors e'er go unprovedTill one eve a soul witnesses for his selfPerchance if they wander off into the woodsThey shall find her at rest with all her kidsA thousand of them lies at her breastsBut
PussycatPointyShinySneakyLazyFangs, claws, ears, tail--so pointy! ShinyFur and eyes; sneaky hunter: lazy brat!
You Don't Understand"It's unbecoming," you say."You look unapproachable! Go change."You tell me that I look unapproachable,But everyone else seems to think I look beautiful.You're the only ones who don't get it.Everyone else seems to like it.I've had even had a teacher tell me she liked it.Why can't you see it?I may have a liking for dark things,But that's no reason to question my spirituality!I'm not part of a cult. I don't worship the enemy.Christ Jesus is the only God for me.I stay away from symbols I know are evil.My intentions should be clear to you, of all people!I may tone down on what I wear on the outside,But you cannot control what I feel and think inside.I know the culture enough to know. I'm not blind.I just wish you would have a more open mind.
Baa Baa Black Sheep - Politically Correct editionLaughing-type animal noise twice made, dark-shade animal of the quadrupedal ungulate type,Have you any quantity of natural textile fibre?Affirmative, person of male gender,Affirmative, person of male gender,Three hessian-cloth sacks full of the said material.One to be bequeathed to another person of the male gender,One to be bequeathed to a person of the female gender (hereto known as the male’s spouse),And one to be bequeathed to a vertically challenged youth of the male gender who resides down the unpaved rural road. To any politically correct types reading this, BITE ME!
The Valley of Fear: White Mason and Captain MarvinA/N: "Then to Birlstone we must go!" cried MacDonald. …said Holmes. "While we are on our way, Mr. Mac, I will ask you to be good enough to tell me all about it."White MasonTo the crime scene might hasten.But to cover his backHe still needs a Mac.Captain Marvin:A job’s eased in the halvin’.The McGinty ambush: how did he know?A little Birdy told him so.
Dream DancingThere once was a girl named Kim Salter,Who dreamed she was dancing on water.She'd dream then awakeWith a smile on her face,Til one day she woke with a daughter!
The Red Circle: Mrs. WarrenMrs. WarrenSheltered a tenant from lands far and foreign.If the Warrens hadn’t needed the money,What would have become of this little plot-bunny?
WoopsEvery time you read this a fairy dies...