OPP
Created | Updated Jun 28, 2005
The picture looked perfect when seen within the frame of the day.
But as night’s shroud of dark mist fell ,around the ground and walls.
The seriousness of eeriness to the atmosphere around, appeared to take more sway.
Within shadows cast from eaves ,so dark the swallows became like bats.
The rats as they scuttled from behind skirting boards and holes ,made most
cats look like kittens ,
also they seemed so well evil when covered with cobwebs mould. Like the devils fleas
Fleeing along scented trails from dragging tails through smells and cobwebs veils
Aided by the wind the cherry tree that could not be seen,not green
dark read half dead;yet it’s calls roared implored ingnored forhad
Tapped on the glass and along the brickwork crawled and scraped away, the last vestiges of the dying day ,even tide rushes in fast
dark this was like a blanket been tossed from carelessly from above
Never noticed it, with its gnarled branched like dead men’s fingers. Grasping at the sky like a wolf to the moon
When first arrived in the warm light of the day, the sun with its golden glow beatified halo glow golden now olden grey tired dilapidated feted dissolute roots off shoots withered in the marsh gases as they escaped the bowels of the earth .
Then silence, a noisy nosy silence!...That silence of the dammed.
A silence that menaces,---- the one that fences cannot keep out
the one that muffles........Voices shouting,..let me out let me go.
Therefore, who knows why it glows so cold around the old and dusty windowpanes.
Cant explain why those slate grey slabs some jagged tabs of glass
well those that remain some complete .plain others distorted by grimes crimes
Time seem strange the range of black shadows that seemed to form. Flicker pitta patter
Then one spots drops rain dripping, as the very air is spitting in disgust.
It must be evil personified, with its bricks like old mould of rust. Leeches from
The inanimate home that moans and groans that seem to go on forever,
never-ending then the creaks those that seem to creep like shadows leaking
out of the darkest corners slipping over window cill scattering dust particles.
When the night is at it darkest moment the owls hoot
your heartbeat stoops, your weak to weak to freak.
as you try to seek a uniquely bleak pose like a emperor
with no clothes as you halt caught short in the flash
Nitrite reflection shone briefly a moment yet a lifetime
In exposure composure fraught caught on the hop stop
But hairs one by one from toe to top of head begin to rise on upward as if
they too are scared stiff then freeze then like directional aerials drawn attuned
all suddenly popped ears static crackle or is it one hear fears near shakespears
Witches cackle round cauldron called on someone weird newts n frogs slimy trails
as its silent outside skies fly by clouds crowd around so quite but that the bats
Flapping out off white blue purple grey all menacing terracing the horizon red
Blood red gibus moon soon hidden bidden by the dark lords to turn away forsake
Nausea implores you and as you retch in your wretchedness, tremble as trees leaves neolithical and mythical images abound, all within a silent second found. substance
New life yours from cold breath old tales true of course. lives through snapshots flashes
Ashes dust particles glint within lightening uprisings suppressing shocks we rock
Therefore, as you wonder why the cry you uttered, started as a stutter, yet it mattered not, for as within that moment your panicked mind forgot. Stopped with sickly grin within white as sheet heart beat leaked fall drop short sought shelter helter skelter pale turn right
For you are alone, only you and the yew that surrounds you. Crowds you like a shroud.
In laid with in rowan rows
The dark clouds of the night cannot hide the fright that resides steeped deep inside.
Alternatively, make the shakes that keep awake then take that fake smile while trials continue
Within and without doubt still around and about terrible the wobble the trouble doubles
Thunder and lightning more frightening when sighting your reflection waiting for movement
Improvement of vision yet the decision to run away holds sway if only one could they would
However, the legs one begs to take flight are as stiff as the wood of the floor .Besides the door had just slammed shut with a bang. Again, the heartbeat hangs heavy in your stomach.
So every little movement from the howling wind out side while the bowels try to empty
Defiance from that scarred scared soul a jibe or childish memory that dribbled down the leg
Enforcing the forever-strengthening longing, that would be better if you where dead, as you beg or begin to whimper, for it to end a flash of light reports, the moon has escaped its tether from the dark clouds
That it was trapped behind. Things begin to show a slightest of improvement insides begin to settle
Until again you face the reflected ashen mirrored stare again that peculiar feeling with the gasp
Of escaping air. The warmness inside your pants that’s dripping down your leg again starts you thinking that be better if you dropped dead ,the thought of someone finding you with khaki coloured shorts piles on the pressure till your over wrought , so as you try to find some water to wash away the stain ,again that house echoes the ghostly sound of pain.
Again inside me or at least I think it was, the sound of a grumbling ,the like of it was strange. Not deep a bass-sundries , but whimpered like a pip would if it were teared
This warm fluid as it coated my legs all stiff with fear a small snip pit of braveness decided to appear ,tried to scamper up the hallway ,but backward I did fall. Even though was only me ,still I felt real small. So even whilst I’m falling the silence is still heard apart from my fast heart beating faster than the humming bird sipping speed .
So falling to pieces whilst sitting in warm faeces was the last thing I did need.
But as night’s shroud of dark mist fell ,around the ground and walls.
The seriousness of eeriness to the atmosphere around, appeared to take more sway.
Within shadows cast from eaves ,so dark the swallows became like bats.
The rats as they scuttled from behind skirting boards and holes ,made most
cats look like kittens ,
also they seemed so well evil when covered with cobwebs mould. Like the devils fleas
Fleeing along scented trails from dragging tails through smells and cobwebs veils
Aided by the wind the cherry tree that could not be seen,not green
dark read half dead;yet it’s calls roared implored ingnored forhad
Tapped on the glass and along the brickwork crawled and scraped away, the last vestiges of the dying day ,even tide rushes in fast
dark this was like a blanket been tossed from carelessly from above
Never noticed it, with its gnarled branched like dead men’s fingers. Grasping at the sky like a wolf to the moon
When first arrived in the warm light of the day, the sun with its golden glow beatified halo glow golden now olden grey tired dilapidated feted dissolute roots off shoots withered in the marsh gases as they escaped the bowels of the earth .
Then silence, a noisy nosy silence!...That silence of the dammed.
A silence that menaces,---- the one that fences cannot keep out
the one that muffles........Voices shouting,..let me out let me go.
Therefore, who knows why it glows so cold around the old and dusty windowpanes.
Cant explain why those slate grey slabs some jagged tabs of glass
well those that remain some complete .plain others distorted by grimes crimes
Time seem strange the range of black shadows that seemed to form. Flicker pitta patter
Then one spots drops rain dripping, as the very air is spitting in disgust.
It must be evil personified, with its bricks like old mould of rust. Leeches from
The inanimate home that moans and groans that seem to go on forever,
never-ending then the creaks those that seem to creep like shadows leaking
out of the darkest corners slipping over window cill scattering dust particles.
When the night is at it darkest moment the owls hoot
your heartbeat stoops, your weak to weak to freak.
as you try to seek a uniquely bleak pose like a emperor
with no clothes as you halt caught short in the flash
Nitrite reflection shone briefly a moment yet a lifetime
In exposure composure fraught caught on the hop stop
But hairs one by one from toe to top of head begin to rise on upward as if
they too are scared stiff then freeze then like directional aerials drawn attuned
all suddenly popped ears static crackle or is it one hear fears near shakespears
Witches cackle round cauldron called on someone weird newts n frogs slimy trails
as its silent outside skies fly by clouds crowd around so quite but that the bats
Flapping out off white blue purple grey all menacing terracing the horizon red
Blood red gibus moon soon hidden bidden by the dark lords to turn away forsake
Nausea implores you and as you retch in your wretchedness, tremble as trees leaves neolithical and mythical images abound, all within a silent second found. substance
New life yours from cold breath old tales true of course. lives through snapshots flashes
Ashes dust particles glint within lightening uprisings suppressing shocks we rock
Therefore, as you wonder why the cry you uttered, started as a stutter, yet it mattered not, for as within that moment your panicked mind forgot. Stopped with sickly grin within white as sheet heart beat leaked fall drop short sought shelter helter skelter pale turn right
For you are alone, only you and the yew that surrounds you. Crowds you like a shroud.
In laid with in rowan rows
The dark clouds of the night cannot hide the fright that resides steeped deep inside.
Alternatively, make the shakes that keep awake then take that fake smile while trials continue
Within and without doubt still around and about terrible the wobble the trouble doubles
Thunder and lightning more frightening when sighting your reflection waiting for movement
Improvement of vision yet the decision to run away holds sway if only one could they would
However, the legs one begs to take flight are as stiff as the wood of the floor .Besides the door had just slammed shut with a bang. Again, the heartbeat hangs heavy in your stomach.
So every little movement from the howling wind out side while the bowels try to empty
Defiance from that scarred scared soul a jibe or childish memory that dribbled down the leg
Enforcing the forever-strengthening longing, that would be better if you where dead, as you beg or begin to whimper, for it to end a flash of light reports, the moon has escaped its tether from the dark clouds
That it was trapped behind. Things begin to show a slightest of improvement insides begin to settle
Until again you face the reflected ashen mirrored stare again that peculiar feeling with the gasp
Of escaping air. The warmness inside your pants that’s dripping down your leg again starts you thinking that be better if you dropped dead ,the thought of someone finding you with khaki coloured shorts piles on the pressure till your over wrought , so as you try to find some water to wash away the stain ,again that house echoes the ghostly sound of pain.
Again inside me or at least I think it was, the sound of a grumbling ,the like of it was strange. Not deep a bass-sundries , but whimpered like a pip would if it were teared
This warm fluid as it coated my legs all stiff with fear a small snip pit of braveness decided to appear ,tried to scamper up the hallway ,but backward I did fall. Even though was only me ,still I felt real small. So even whilst I’m falling the silence is still heard apart from my fast heart beating faster than the humming bird sipping speed .
So falling to pieces whilst sitting in warm faeces was the last thing I did need.
