Baba is a Black Sheep

Revulsed in their body
repulsed in their soul
with overgrown hair
and overflowing beard
away from their crowd
away from their herd
the black sheep are
at it again
scraping away their skin
spreading far and wide
spreading themselves thin
to become lean and mean
all in their futile
attempts to become clean
but the blackness has seeped
too deep within
as the secret
with only
too much regret
unveils itself
out of the dark well
they bury their heads
in the sands of time
and roll away
never again to
fall back in line
and find that
their only way
to atone for
the great sins
is by paying the price
through even
greater acts of cowardice

Deep Pressed

The stars mark
their target
as the armies
mark their planet
but generals
before you win or lose
your war
spare some bullets
for the ones
who are kind enough
to need it the most

become the pied piper
and lead forward by
playing the real tune
when the bells ring
at the wrong hour
of misfortune

spare some bullets
for those
who are kind enough
to need it the most

deep pressed
with their
black charred souls
grinding down low
and slashing some throats or
letting lose the rope
to hang themselves
by the threads
of the same joke

climbing high
breaking all the
loose strands
of the stress
wounds try to redress
but torn up afresh
tuning up further on
their degrees of distress

spare a few bullets
for the ragged
endless battles
lost and won
and lost again
over and over again
because they cant
get out of their
own heads

Midnight Snacks

Lonesome waterdrops
dropping dead in the
middle of the night
thuds that show to
eyes that gleam
when you can't blink
sleep is just another
futile dream

silence cracks at midnight
from the pressure put forth
on the creaking door
a freaks footsteps follow
onto the floor

in the chaos
of all the sounds
hear the pin screaming
as it is falling
to the ground

the fever starts rising
the sirens they
start blazing
in the ambulance
the doctor
the patient
the medicine
they combine
the disease groping
for a new meaning

under the starry nights the
forked out shadows
left their bodies
and now lurk in
corners of the mind

waiting their turn
they know now
its their time
start to take their slow walk
reaching their final point
end point of
white blinding light
as the great
big sound screeches to a halt
plunge forward all together
in the dark

the pop-eyed eyes
huddled in the corner
holding onto the horror
as it unfolds
they are left
begging for more