Dread Takes Over

Dread Takes Over

You’ve scaled your unsavory peak
Aint nowhere more to go
The deep dark valley beckons
And you know you’ve to go
Hold your heart still my friend
‘cause the unknown never has an end

It’s a new day, bright, sunny and blue
Start over with a fresh chalk and slate
Your thoughts reach for the night
And for its shadow you wait
Through the day you stagger by
‘cause the night is when you can truly cry

Upon your word I cast myself
Paint your banner in my blood
Yet in your eyes I see the battle is lost
The enemy comes over like the flood
I take my sword and off with my head
‘cause it’s a new you, my master is dead

Fear it was not, nor will it be
We fear what we know, see or are told

Its long lost cousin, is dread
It creeps with our necks in hold
Hold your soul as it sinks to the never
‘cause that’s when dread takes over

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My Sin

My Sin 

Addiction ... your addiction has taken me places
Just to feel you
Inside me ... around me ...
But you dragged me to hell
Oh! Heavenly hell
With those black lips
And those sinister quips
I don't think I'll win
Oh! You are my sin ... my sin ...

I nail myself
To this ground
It hurts ... you hurt ...
'cause you've dragged me to hell
Trapped in your spell
I want you to crumple in my arms
As I feel you ... reveal you
But I don't think I'll win
Oh! You are my sin ... my sin ...

I look up half awake
See you rising above
It scares me ... you scare me ...
'cause you've dragged me to hell
Trapped in your spell
I want you to serve me
As you caress me ... release me
But I don't think I'll win
Oh! You are my sin ... my sin ...

I see you with a new guy
Maybe just a new toy
It angers me ... you anger me ...
'cause you've dragged me to hell
Trapped in your spell
I will make him pay you for your time
As i break him ... even kill him
But I don't think I'll win
Oh! You are my sin ... my sin ...

-x-x-x-

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Kerb

Kerb

Left, right , left; turn
Right, left, right; turn
Headlights; can see a car comin by
My thumb does the talking n then I try
“Maam ….. I mean Sir …..
Just for a moment I thought you were …..
[Crap... you look a bit like my spouse!!!]
Could you drop me to my house?
Promise it’s not too far
Can I hop into your car?”
Once inside, I closed the door
Remembered something on heels and a dance floor
He asked me left or right
Does he share my commie fright?
I showed him random hands He was looking at his petrol band
I think we were moving in circles
I saw twice myself kissing the girls
I saw it at the same lamp post
I saw it from the home of the old host
When you hear the click of heels
On a lonely night one feels
Is it a virtue to stand straight?
Yelled at the gate
After the car screeched
Is it sanity that I breached?
A bewildered driver looked on
“Don’t sit by my side son
You are a driver, as good as one may be
Drive on, cant you see
It aint my house, the guy just copied the door”
Oh those legs on the dance floor!
Bang … my driver punched me, bloody scoundrel
And I landed on slush of a mongrel
My driver drove off my car
Left me stranded on that stretch of tar
I would fire that rascal once I get home ….
Oh … where was my home ?

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Other Late Night Escapades @ Parched For Rain:

A Walk On A Still Night || Summer Night || Tonight || The Night Sheep's Wool

Short Story: The First Kiss

The First Kiss

It was a long summer night. Nothing much to do either. No one to cross the river. No cars. Not even any dogs. The bridge lay there quietly gazing at the moon. It was quite a bright night too - two nights after the full moon.

"But not that bright!", the bridge thought. "Nothing could ever be as bright as that lovely night ...", he mumbled.

The river, unmindful of the bridge above, trickled on. The summer had been harsh. Now, even the rains were late. It was accepted, though. Such was the life of a river here in these rugged and barren mountains.

"Why wont it snow here?", the river gave her practiced inward sigh, leaving not even a faint ripple on the surface, "It would be lovely then - water all year, no parched fields ..."

"Don't you remember that night?", the bridge beamed.

"No! ... What? ... Who?", the flustered river snaps out of her dream.

"Do you remember them? Our first couple! ... The first kiss?!"

"Oh, that? ... I think you mean your first couple. I've had a few before you came along." Evidently, the river was a bit angry at the interruption.

"All right lady! ... My first couple! Do you remember them?"

"Yea I do ... What about them?"

"Oh, they were lovely! weren't they? The way they walked on to my middle: hand-in-hand, coy eyes filled with love. And then they sat on my ledge, looking at the beautiful moon! They were speaking. Softly; so softly that even I couldn't hear them"

"You had nothing better to do?", the river interrupts.

"Look! I think the man proposed the woman that night! Or maybe promised something. Whatever it was, it made the woman very happy. And I love happiness! ... Don't you?!"

"Go on ..."

"And then, after a moment they kissed! Oh, it was lovely! Two people happily in love! I was honoured to witness it. I really was! The moon then seemed to shine brighter ... Oh so beautiful!"

"Ahem", the river contemplated for a moment before retorting, "Then please tell me who threw the ring?"

"Huh?! .. What ring?"

"Well, after the kiss, as they were leaving, one of them threw a ring on me. Who was it? You must have seen it right? It was your brightest night ..."

"No way ... You are making it up!" The bridge shuddered and turned away to gaze at the moon again.

"The people do strange things ... He should learn before its too late ...", the wise river contemplated and quietly trickled on; her banks holding the bridge firm. She would not let go ...

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Crumbling Birdsong Of Brick And Mortar

Crumbling Birdsong Of Brick And Mortar

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Of the weary place
Pointing her finger
In wrinkled circles
Of practiced grace

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
By the creaking pane
Memories of trance
Her dance once held
Now, arthritic wane

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Its velvet plaster-skin
Cracked and parched
Awaited was the time
And return of kin

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Windows where bloomed
Amorous rose a many
Stare now a forlorn mile
A love long gloomed

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Of mortar and brick
And will and life
Ends with it, another
Magician's last trick

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Beckoning to her lap
I rest my head, adrift
And as the dust settled
A bird ceased its flap

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An Untethered Spirit

An Untethered Spirit

I had a spirit in me once

Effervescent, volatile

Streaming its course

On sprightly, agile nerves

Itself it spent, tethered

To lowly designs

Engineered not by fate

Nor me, in conscious

The lure of comfort

And the involuntary

My fading impulse too

All symptoms of a rot

This lust for a plateau

And old, efficient processes

Strangles my spirit

And my pursuit of new

Where does one go now

If the shackles were to fall?

Are not the flights of spirit

Life's fallacies and fantasies?

Back then when I lived

Seeked never an answer such

For in the day I soared

And nights I dreamt

I shall ask not again, to where?

Fate deserves a mad march hare

Beyond the sky let me soar again

Saddled to my spirit's flight

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A Walk On A Still Night

A Walk On A Still Night

Its not raining tonight

That's a respite

If any can be such

From the incessant pitter

And patter that keeps time

Yet the hour passes tonight

A stealthy assassin

If any can be such

Of all that can be living

And a creator of the new

The still moment of tonight

Of heavy air

If any can be such

Laden it is with dark despair

And a strobe of hope

Through this I walk tonight

A late or early hour

If any can be such

Matters not, for is life ever still?

And neither am I

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Other Late Night Escapades @ Parched For Rain:

Kerb || Summer Night || Tonight || The Night Sheep's Wool

Time Can't Fly

Time Can't Fly

I reset the time glass
And stare at its neck
At each speck of sand
That drifts through
But then floats
Held in my gaze
Till I place it gently

At its rightful place 

  

There are millions more 

And each wait its turn 

I'm their keeper 

They drift for me 

I know no rest 

Nor day or night 

As I place these specks 

And keep time ticking 

As the last one is laid

Resting in its place 

I know its time 

To end the wait

I can sense her here 

I lift my gaze

A brightened flash

A burning pain

A wait lasts a minute

To lay my eyes on her

But now at its time

All I see is a void

And amidst it all I see

A lost, lonely speck

The last, I'd missed

My waiting minute renews

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