By reason of Insanity

By reason of Insanity
By AJ O’Brien.

Dressed within the darkness
beneath a torrential rain
as one with the black, black soil
drinking in his new domain.

Happy in their cosy dens
the innocent lay sleeping,
and strike the witching hour
madness will come a creeping.

For twelve years they held him
locked up good and tight,
but they made one mistake
he grabbed it and took flight.

A broken mind unleashed
wicked desires set free,
a man without a soul
and so begins another spree.

Steel bars march across windows
so many locks upon a door,
matters not, he’ll find a way in
and cut you to the very core.

A sinner held at bay
too late, he’s through the door,
armed and very dangerous
it’s now time to explore.

Dancing beneath the heavy rain
washing away secret sins,
such a happy, happy monster,
and so the carnage begins.

And came a demon

And came a demon
By AJ O’Brien.
Travels Barbas
beneath ancient stars,
astride a horse crimson.
Black thoughts
bleeding into the mist,
screaming at the darkness.
Abaddon, the black-eyed demon
demands the souls of the dead,
so must he deliver.
With sword born of hunger
and set the task of death,
so must he slaughter.
Plead the old and young
mercy sweet mercy
as they are torn asunder.
One thousand souls
and be the demon free
too embrace sleep eternally.
And his quest goes on
beneath ancient stars,
astride a horse crimson.

Happy stuff

Happy stuff
By AJ O’Brien.

Kilburn and the High Roads
laughing out loud,
tears of joy
the cheer of a crowd.

The Blockheads
a scream of delight
lime green socks
flying a big red kite.

Billericay dickie
the smile of a child,
flying first class
flowers growing wild.

Clever Trevor
a standing ovation,
spelling colour with a u
London Waterloo station.

What a waste
a new pair of shoes,
late night shopping
singing the blues.

Sweet Gene Vincent
a natural high
lamb doner kebabs
never saying goodbye.

House on the Hill

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.

A dog’s life

A dog’s life.

A 50-word story

By AJ O’Brien.

” Rex “

” What?”

” How about we go get us some rabbits?”

” We chased rabbits yesterday and

couldn’t catch one. Them little critters

 run too fast.”

” I know. But I’ve got an idea.”

” Oh God, what?”

” We disguise ourselves as carrots

 and sneak up on ’em.”

” Fido. You’re an idiot.”

” Am not.”

Forgotten dreams

Forgotten dreams
By AJ O’Brien.

Within her green eyes
stray images of a home,
forgotten dreams a whisper
as a song of death
cuts her to the bone.

Just a stone shadow
I didn’t want her to die,
but I can’t save a wish
she became an empty place,
there’s nothing left. I really did try.

Whispered dreams have died
beneath the souls of many dead,
a clock lays ticking
and time did end
because of something I never said.

Pay back

Pay back

By AJ O’Brien.

I awake within a box

beneath sacred soil,

my heart hits a beat

blue tunnels fill with blood,

begin to flow and boil.

I claw my way out

and happily arise

within a graveyard dark,

surrounded by the dead

and long forgotten goodbyes.

I hunger for your pain

as I look upon my empty grave,

wish me well lover

for it’s your sweetheart

my hands do crave.

I dance toward your fear

beneath a fractured moon,

lock your doors and windows

my evil little angel.

For I shall be there soon.

Strange encounters

Strange encounters

By AJ O’Brien.

 From within a tiny spaceship

appeared a huge creature,

he’s traveled an awful long way

and his name is Hickybeeper.

With a bottle shaped head

and three pairs of ears,

three yellow eyes

that cried golden tears.

Leaving the spaceship

he went for a walk

and came upon a dog,

that could bark but not talk.

Greetings. I come in peace

You funny looking creature.

What’s your name?

Mine’s Hickeybeeper.

Woof woof said the dog

And then sat down,

looking up at Hickeybeeper

who’s smile turned to a frown.

Nice name.Woof woof.

And do you live nearby?

Woof woof said the dog

who seemed quite shy.

Hickeybeeper shook his head

And let out a sigh,

then thought to himself

I’ll give it one more try.

Can you take me to your leader?

Woof woof said the dog.

Okay I’ve had enough

and then along came a frog.

Hello you down there

Do you have a brain in your head ?

Croak croak said the frog

Hickeybeeper turned and fled.

The dog looked down

and barked at the frog.

The frog looked up

and said to the dog

I’m gonna go sit on a log.

Pebble Island

Pebble Island

Written by my late sister-in-law.
Deirdre Travers.

I carved myself a country
though jagged rough and sharp,
It was rounded smooth and polished,
by the sound of an ancient harp.

I fashioned it out of solid rock
with veins of marble and gold,
and thought it could stand against the world
until time it self, grew old.

It wasn’t supposed to be very big
I didn’t want an empire,
just a place to be at peace
with more to give, than fear and fire.

To many, my rock was another dying day
just floating upon a sea.
God help them, all they saw was rock,
but it was beautiful to me.

An unlocked door

An unlocked door
By AJ O’Brien.

So silent the thief
as she steals his darkest dream,
hidden within the sounds
of an ancient scream.
So happy is she
unleashing a demon’s nightmare,
such wicked thoughts
no mortal can bear.
Shame upon the maker
of such a black dream,
for his mind is corrupted
as it drinks from an innocent scream.


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