House on the Hill
By AJ O’Brien.
Brown dust feeding
upon a house of red,
grotesque puncture marks
longing to be fed.
Injecting a land of sorrows
until they fell and bled,
searching their memories
for someone dead.
Steel pointed daggers
piercing within a lonely room,
little blue tunnels collapsing
the end is coming soon.
White dust black rust
jack up and see,
and bathe in an ocean
of a killer’s reality.
The shooting gallery
A Haiku
By AJ O’Brien.
I need to spike up
but my veins have all collapsed.
How did that happen?
Sweet screams
By AJ O’Brien
Through tunnels midnight red
sail addictive dreams,
turning into monsters
tearing at the seams.
Breaking up, falling down
no life giving powder,
seeking her God
can’t scream any louder.
Eyes running on empty
so cold the wind blows
seeking her God,
and so it goes.
Shooting up
shot way down
climbing the streets,
In search of Master Brown.
And her God appeared,
so the demon spikes in.
But he is pure, uncut.
A cardinal sin.
Unleashed, the killer attacks,
no prisoners no sorrow.
and for another dead life,
no tomorrow.
Somewhere Blue
By AJ O’Brien.
Upon copper coated highways
that dance from here to there,
drove a man of substance
in search of something rare.
Beneath a sky of sorrows
that fell up and down,
he came upon, Somewhere Blue.
A strange little town.
The people were all broken
their houses the colour red,
and in every front garden
did lay, something dead.
The man of substance
looked at the sky of sorrows,
and knew within his heart
there would be, no more tomorrows.
Self destruct
By AJ O’Brien
Beyond my blue dreams
beneath a heart laid bare,
the enemy whispers
Spike me if you dare.
The clock stands empty
gonna say goodbye,
taking Route 66
spread my wings and fly.
I am the needle
and it’s eating me,
ain’t fighting no more
what will be will be.
This road is so dark
and I can not see,
that every hit I take
Is slowly killing me.
Monkey on her back
By AJ O’Brien.
A candle burning hope
searching for her God
within a greying town,
came upon a man of old
dressed in golden brown.
Spikes pierce the silence
given a free trip
to no man’s land.
She had found hunger,
became one of the dammed.
Within her veins
the killer sang
songs of death and decay,
and so hard she tried to stay alive
but fell along the way.
Fame
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.
She found Hollywood
Hollywood never found her.
Still waiting tables.
And came her big break.
Goodbye to her loyal friends
she’s a superstar.
Money beyond dreams.
Drugs. She worships opium.
Overdosed. Farewell.
Belongs dark this madness
By AJ O’Brien
Keep on swinging
she’s corrupted, insane.
Don’t stop now
break down the barriers,
until you kill her pain.
Fight your way on through
a soul lost you’re seeking.
Cleanse those wicked veins
and don’t listen to the words,
it’s only her killer speaking.
Lock the hunger down
barricade the door.
Let her plead
let her scream and beg,
she ain’t getting no more.
Having a good time
cutting a wicked line
Playing silly games
collapsing veins
Your first date
beginning to hallucinate
Being O so rich
shaking like a bitch
Never being poor
no money to score
Having a wonderful dream
dragged awake by a scream
Baby coming soon
heating a loaded spoon
Fine dining
mainfuckinlining
A family hike
another dirty spike
First across the line
doing hard time
Knowing what’s right
uncut China white.
Switch off the dark
Gimme some light.
Incarcerated shadows 