Words Like Daggers: A Poetry Collection

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by Steve Wands


  The green turns to yellow, to red, to brown, to flaking

  Its no less warm, or inviting, but change is on the wind

  The screams of summer are dying out

  Falling leaves fill up its throat

  The season struggles like a living thing, gasping,

  SPIT IT OUT

  Behold the carrier of violence

  Hateful words condemn the innocent

  The loudmouth runs rampant

  Raping the world with its tongue

  That long tendril of terror

  Snake-like, slimy, putrid, yet alluring

  A dirty word perched on the crest of your tongue

  Ready to pounce the unsuspecting

  They cut and slash, at random

  Puncturing through safety nets

  And running through walls with scissor-legs

  Leaving trails of blood in letter-shaped smudges

  TAKE A STRAIGHT-RAZOR TO YOUR CROOKED WORLD

  Don't tell me its okay when I know that its not

  It's the middle of the day and the sun is out of sight

  Give me moonlight, give me star-shine, give me anything to shed some light

  Everything is dark and that's what the people want

  They've lost all heart and don't even care

  Don't ask me how I'm the one who does

  It doesn't make any sense, so please, don't stare

  THE GRIM REAPER'S METAL EPIC ROUGH DRAFT

  Master of the night, ruler of the dead

  Disaster in sight, the oceans run red

  Beasts of the deep swim ashore

  Living dead mouths all full of gore

  Winged skulls fly overhead

  Screaming for vengeance, Screaming for the dead

  The Grim Reaper's got something to say

  Screaming for vengeance, Screaming for the dead

  Horned beasts erupt from the dirt

  Demons wake from the depths of the earth

  Fire takes the suburban dream

  The cities fall into the sea

  Winged skulls fly overhead

  Screaming for vengeance, Screaming for the dead

  The Grim Reaper's got something to say

  Screaming for vengeance, Screaming for the dead

  SPIRITUS, PART ONE

  BEYOND BREATH

  We are now godless

  Man superior after all

  We are oblivious

  We are faithless

  Consequences not suffered

  Our children will burn

  We cannot see beyond

  The walls of flesh we tread upon

  We are now godless

  We have reason

  If man cannot make

  Than it cannot be

  We are now godless

  Murder the earth

  We have reason

  Free of consequence

  SPIRITUS, PART TWO

  AFTER ABSTRACTION

  Will the unanswerable be answered?

  Will dirt be our new life?

  Can we see the tears of our loved ones?

  Can we see the forgotten in hopes to remember?

  SPIRITUS, PART THREE

  THE HUMAN CONDITION

  Bodies pushed to breaking

  The Green Man is taking

  Try not to think again

  Sustain consistency

  Swallowing pride

  A bitter flavor/razor

  Face down, you hide

  Disgusted by what's inside

  Bad blood with false hope

  You fool no one

  Not that it matters

  We are meaningless

  Sunlight. Stardust. Shadows

  I've got work to do

  SPIRITUS, PART FOUR

  END ALL

  The world has got me down

  Deeper than dirt

  It's not her fault

  That's just how it goes (down.)

  THERE'S NEVER ENOUGH

  Where do we go once we've seen it all?

  Can we still get our kicks and fixes when they've lost their touch?

  Sensory overload and multi-tasking hell

  Making love, texting and television, all in the same stroke

  Can't you see its all a joke?

  Your visions blurry and your doing everything but you haven't done shit.

  Will it ever end, or will you be digging your grave, saying goodbyes, and jerking off to the next ghost?

  Step away from the system and focus

  Can't you see these things mean to choke us?

  Keeping busy, buying distractedly, never looking up

  Sunlight, moonlight, rainfall, sunrise,

  It doesn't matter, we can't even tell

  All these things have become our hell

  A happy hell full of busy bees and worker drones

  Handfuls of empty needs and hollow clones

  Are you entertained?

  Was that the point?

  Did you want to think?

  I guess its too late

  BLEED YOU

  Bleed you is what I do best

  Believe me, that's it

  My teeth sunken in

  Not letting go

  An anchor on your chest

  Further down you go

  Bleed you, bleed you, can't you see I need you

  LIKE A GHOST

  Something's wrong

  You know it, can't see it

  Under your skin

  In your head

  Like a ghost made of glass holding you tight

  Kissing ripped lips well into the night

  Something's wrong

  And you're letting it happen

  It's not too late

  Don't fade away

  Like a ghost, don't fade away like a ghost

  Like a ghost, don't fade away like a ghost

  THE GIANT BUGS OF DOOM

  Radiation sickness looms, nature's lost her mind

  The end comes again to soon, its apocalypse time

  Here they are...the giant bugs of doom

  Spider webs cover the skyline

  Worms spill forth from the subways

  Havoc flies on dragonfly wings

  Enlarged to show terror

  Wasps and Hornets are hell incarnate

  Impaling people on flagpole-sized stingers

  A B-movie plotline that seemed nifty in the fifties

  The Atomic Age is now, killing us quickly

  With bugs the size of busses and eight plans that fail

  To save us from our collective Frankenstein monsters

  FLESH-FEAST

  Mouth agape, tongue dry like cactus spikes

  Yellow teeth caked in rot and bloody ruin

  Shredded lips linger on the warm flesh

  Warm crimson dribbles down a dry, scratchy throat

  The street is barren save that of the light from the moon

  The creature pulls its victim to the pavement

  Her screams sound orgasmic

  Crickets fill the gaps in between gasps

  Flies circle above, the tiny vultures

  Their embrace lasts only as long as it takes the blood to cool, a few moments

  As cool as night and as sticky candy she opens her eyes

  The two of them get up, fighting stiff joints and soreness

  Their staggering steps leave behind a trail of blood

  The flies feast

  The crickets scream

  THE DIRTY DIRTY

  Lay it down

  Hit me where it hurts and don't be gentle

  I'm the canvas for your paint

  The screen for your movie

  Let me be the voice you can't pull from your throat

  We were people once, now we're animals

  Fierce with our needs

  Clawing and biting and taking

  Proud of urges, not ashamed or bashful

  The work clothes lie on the floor

  It's time to be animals once mor
e

  GRITTING TOOTHED-SMILE

  An outstretched row of arms

  Grasping into the thick air of morning

  The sun shines on another day

  Where money falls from the sky

  The fingers pull and pluck all they can

  Pockets tear as they are pushed to capacity

  The women stuff their bras

  And the men rip at them

  The money falls to the ground

  Green becomes stained in scarlet

  The sun continues to boast its prosperity

  And distance makes a hole that cannot be filled

  LIFE EXPLOITED

  Some like it dead

  The kids are all grown up now and that's what they say

  Saturday sodomies and Sunday night suicides

  They did all they could with the living

  So, naturally they turned to the dead

  It was new and fresh, but not really fresh

  It was taboo, at least for a bit, then everyone did it

  It was time to quit

  Too cool now, time to move on

  Life is art and what do you do when you've done it all

  The colors are all used and the canvases full

  You can't clean them off and they aren't selling for shit

  No one wants to buy the broken but everyone wants to break

  Take all you can and fill it with life, fuck it till it dies and then move on

  Sentiment is yesteryear, caring is careless

  Don't get attached and nothing is real

  You can do what you want, nobody cares

  You can do what you want, just let us stare

  WORKING TITLE

  Film it, fuck it, kill it, cut it

  Slap a title on it and kill in the name of

  Show it to the kids but keep it from the neighbors

  Believe what you will

  Believe what you kill

  Its only a movie, you sit entertained

  On the edge of your seat, biting your nails

  What's going to happen next?--sex or death?

  You want to see it, but you can't erase it

  It's only a movie, but you'll never be the same

  CLONE

  One separates itself from the heard

  To stand in front of many mirrors

  They follow and mimic

  Warp and distort

  It has become your fault

  The unknowing leader of some bastard

  WEEKEND WARRIORS FROM HELL

  Get your weapons sharp for the weekend, warriors

  Two days to show the world who you are

  You've prepared all week and now its here

  Stay up late and wage war against the day

  Raise hell and paint the town in piss

  Vinegar on your lips and spite on your tongue

  Such sweet sarcasm, I love it

  Its gone before it starts

  Shut down you robots, save your energy

  Tomorrow you must produce, grind the gears

  Hide the tears and forget the dreams

  Paradise is lost and if you say otherwise...

  LIFE'S BEEN GOOD

  These eyes have seen some drek

  Some absolute refuse fit for rats

  They've seen miracles too, and a love that shines like rainfall

  The sky could collapse, and pin me to my deathbed but I only need to see that smile to know I'm still in heaven

  Sour is surely what you think of me and my stone faced expressions rarely tell otherwise

  But I'm so happy to have been here

  The dirt could suck me down through one of those crazy straws and chew me up with dagger-teeth

  I'd die a happy man

  Nothing's perfect, but that's just fine

  With you at my side, and our little monster

  We did all right, I just want you to know

  THE COMPLEXITY OF FALSE EMOTIONS

  A spider web of emotions

  All well-crafted and realistic

  I barely fit into the conversation

  But I can play my part and blur the edges of what I am

  A fake laugh comes from inside

  I want you to think you're funny

  I want you to think you're okay in my book

  In truth you are a mask

  A dust jacket to my book bound in flesh and written in blood

  You're a piece to the game I'm playing

  I don't care about winning

  I just like to play

  I'm bored as fuck and it amuses me when I play the unpaid actor I am

  I've built a life on jokes that were never really funny

  NEVER LOUD ENOUGH

  The music can't drown out the drones

  Not this morning, of all the ones I need

  Looking for that rhythm that ticks away

  Like the robots and their hive minds

  If only I could entertain myself

  If only I could refrain myself

  The system needs to be shut down

  All these drones are metal clowns

  No pulse, no passion, just fashion

  Sleek and streamlined, just mainline

  If only I could take myself

  I wouldn't have to hate you

  BY TORCHLIGHT WE WALK

  The days go by as quick as the tears from my eyes

  As they shed tears of saddened joy

  Our baby boy is growing up so fast

  It's true--these days won't last

  Grip them tight and try as we may

  To fight the tide and keep our footprints in the sand

  Eventually they'll wash away and our eyes will dry

  At least we had today, and I hope tomorrow too

  Kiss me hard before I numb

  And let's walk before we fall

  Hurried footsteps down the hall

  And sounds that become words

  These days are often dark

  but I'll go into the night

  So long as I know the light we made

  will burn forever-strong

  THE UNKNOWING WITNESS

  Stumbled upon a closed door with a key left in the lock

  Looked from side to side and stepped closer still

  She turned the key in the lock

  And heard the noise of mayhem

  There was a mechanical man with a wet lady

  Sparks flew across the damp air

  Double suicide

  Worlds collide

  She walks away

  INCOMPREHENSIBLE

  Slippery, wet, bleeding gums of death's shadow

  Out of the big empty, unseen forever...till now

  Shapes incomprehensible, breath a gag-worthy gust

  Skin like slime, viscous, sticky, but fascinating to see

  Forms that refuse to make sense

  Parts of the whole function seemingly of separate mind

  Like clockwork machinery covered in sea-creature anatomy

  Save a seat on the edge of sanity

  THE KING OF CONSUMPTION

  Choke, you happy whore on the sweat from your brow

  Drink it down, in swallows the size of fists

  Stare at the mess you made

  And you call yourself a man?

  Facades conceal what you know to be true

  The spawns of your blood rejoice when your away

  And you're always away, always

  Maybe if you made an attempt, maybe if you cared

  But life still treats you like a king

  How heavy is the crown?

  STAINS

  Call off the search, the cops have found their man

  Covered in love and as naked as the sun

  Close your eyes, you don't want to see this

  Laughter reverberates off the wet basement bricks

  The dogs are howling, the rookie looks sick

  Please, resist, they beg the man in red

  He does and they love it

>   Everybody gets their kicks

  Knuckles swell and ego's bloat

  Kings of the shit, rulers of the earth

  Monsters all, the good, the bad, the bat-shit crazy

  The whole scene wraps up with a bow and ribbon

  Come tomorrow, nothing happened

  If it did, you'd never know

  The blood washes away, and no one's left to remember

  Save for the ghosts, who can't help but stay

  esc PLAN

  Screaming at a keyboard

 

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