Clown huntress

The circus mirrors gives her the shivers

Her lips begin to quiver

She hates clowns

and her frown

turns into bestial snarl.

her cheeks flash red

all she can think of is blood instead

and meat

Which she wants to eat

as her hairs stand on end

and are caught by electric instincts

her teeth become sharp and canine

and eyes shine an unnatural shade

as her body begins to rearrange

her spine tingles

her coccyx sprouting out of behind

A now wagging tail

Her feet bursting through her dainty shoes

her arms begin to flail

she is in shock but somehow it feels right

those clowns will get it

they will not live to regret it

growling at the mirror at her reflection

her skirt tearing at the seams

full moon screams turning into growls

then a howl

As her body is exposed

this is what the crystal ball

and fortune teller said

“when the moon becomes blood red

you will see what you are in the distorted mirrors and be fed”

As she smashes the mirror

drool dripping from her tongue and teeth

the werewolf released

from her human cage

to rage against those foolish clowns.

Authors of the great myth

Given the gift

of sight

we fight and wrestle

nestling

in escapism

but it’s a prison.

she is out there

Sophia the goddess of wisdom

she spoke to me when I was 7

now I am nearly 37

I hear her voice

like yin and yang

Speaking her words to me

Am I just hearing things?

Is my mind just broken and in a sling?

Or am I just another author with a gift?

Politicians

Card board cut out of humans

would you choose them?

they deny, won’t answer the questions why

because fake news and lies

are easier than

telling us, we fucked up man!

all across the lands

they cling to power

while the environment goes sour

and pollution paves the way

for all our graves

and science to them doesn’t mean a thing

because they are dreaming of fat salaries

from corporations

and tax breaks for themselves

shopping carts and working class elves

we are broken when we can’t tell the truth

they hide behind a smoke screen aloof

but we should get the children asking the questions

because it’s their world not these clandestine people

who yearn for power and are evil.

All we needed was love

You ask the devil why she can’t save the world

the silence is wounding.

It betrays

slays the meaning,

driven home.

Is god into much of a coma

to answer from his throne?

Alexandria defender of man

The woman who said she was the devil

Who won’t reveal her pain

Only the scars on her wrist

All you needed to save the world was love

Like the scars told me.

The villain

The villain

I am so nasty

people stand aghast

I am so bad

you feel a draft

on a summers day

murderous glances pave the way

I am sick, I am ill

babe with every hero it’s a battle of wills

I am so abrasive

I am like invasive surgery

I am so evil I burn bibles and call it purgatory

the devil herself could learn from me

I want pounds of flesh so burn with me

I am deathly shade

stalking the sun

I am the nightmare

in the night you run

I am evil

I told you to die

but chances are you’re petrified

I am so dishevelled

I make Darth Sidious look sprightly

Sith Lords can’t fight me

With just one flick of my fingers

and death lingers

I am psychologically deranged

so psychopathically strange

you wondered if I was ever sane

I just got back from Frankenstein’s lab

I killed the hulk yes I am that strong and bad

I framed Sherlock Holmes

and made him into an heroin addict

cause all my plays our that strategic

I even cheat death

in fact I own Azrael’s blade

I am villain, the one you crave.

The labyrinth of our life

There is kindness here if you can keep it in mind

there is sadness, remorse and discourse

that signals just how much I love you

However I walk in daylight and the rain

and it falls us both no ones to blame

in this labyrinth we have created

love blossoms in your absence

and yet you are with me in the movements of the trees

which seem to be watching me

and the leaves dance to your voice

or am I deluded I have no choice

but to believe.

The story we have weaved

like the rope that we marks our way

you are the light to my day

in the river your tears fall

I die in the labyrinth

calling your name on the wind

Hoping that you will hear it someday

my body decays

but memory stays

in your third eye

can love resurrect? Can it comply?

what was love but hope of your stay

in my heart forever you are with me I pray

for your speech echos in my head

this body but bone skin and sinew

I am lost in my monologue

I end where you begin I begin where you end

the last message I will ever send.

By Dan Hooks AKA Alienpoet

The silence before a storm

We are waiting in the voiceless shadow

Padded cells inside the gallows

angels chained inside a soul

legion my man is out of control

dripping darkness of the void

whisper your name before it’s destroyed

life’s a curtain lost not deployed

life’s uncertain it’s cadence a heart beat

ghosts and devils retreat

in the violence of your stare

in the glowing embers of a fires glare

in the stabbing tenderness of an aching heart

beats a rhythm that no one can tell from the start

but the storm is brewing in the sky

like the reapers blade in the shade

the song bird cries

but all I am left with is sighs