måndag 29 juli 2013
måndag 11 mars 2013
The Eleventh Day of March in the Year of our Lord 2013
23:54
It sits in the window staring at the tree,
watching the birds-tasty treats to be.
No doubt wishing it could partake in the magic outside,
staring-it´s eyes open wide.
Parading back and forth on the window sill,
wishing the window gone by pure will.
Oh, the mayhem it could cause out there!
As the object not only I, but tiny birds would fear.
Sneaking up on the unsuspected squirrel,
from it´s branch the Beast it would hurl!
Oh, what a fine meal it would make,
then to continue the feast on the friends that came to it´s wake.
Sucking worms straight out of the ground,
a never ending treasure chest it has found!
Sitting there staring, on the window sill.
These are the thought that the Beast´s mind thrill.
23:54
It sits in the window staring at the tree,
watching the birds-tasty treats to be.
No doubt wishing it could partake in the magic outside,
staring-it´s eyes open wide.
Parading back and forth on the window sill,
wishing the window gone by pure will.
Oh, the mayhem it could cause out there!
As the object not only I, but tiny birds would fear.
Sneaking up on the unsuspected squirrel,
from it´s branch the Beast it would hurl!
Oh, what a fine meal it would make,
then to continue the feast on the friends that came to it´s wake.
Sucking worms straight out of the ground,
a never ending treasure chest it has found!
Sitting there staring, on the window sill.
These are the thought that the Beast´s mind thrill.
tisdag 19 februari 2013
The Nineteenth Day of February in the Year of our Lord 2013
17:05
A loud bang and a scream,
as if taken from a bad dream.
It´s drawing me towards the kitchen door- Oh what terrifying madness may it store?!
In the kitchen there is nothing,
except from the echoes of danger that ring.
Then, again, a loud bang now from within the cupboard,
where I groceries hoard.
The cupboard itself seems to howl with rage,
soon unable to the mayhem cage.
With hands trembling I reach out to open the door,
and is almost knocked to the floor.
By a shadow fast as lightning,
I have never seen something so frightening!
Tail straight in the air,
a mass of frenzy hair.
Sneaking in there for a quiet place to groom,
The Beast instead got sealed in a spicy tomb!
It comes at me hissing,
and I think to myself- no sudden moves or I a finger will be missing.
It is clearly out for revenge,
I can tell from it´s hellish stench.
Then, when I think that things couldn´t get worse,
the Beasts friend sneaks up behind me- that retched curse!
Quickly I grab a can from the cupboard shelf- Oh, I pray this will help!
From the can the smell of liver in gravy spreads in the air,
turning these demons into cuddly fur balls and my life is once again spared....
17:05
A loud bang and a scream,
as if taken from a bad dream.
It´s drawing me towards the kitchen door- Oh what terrifying madness may it store?!
In the kitchen there is nothing,
except from the echoes of danger that ring.
Then, again, a loud bang now from within the cupboard,
where I groceries hoard.
The cupboard itself seems to howl with rage,
soon unable to the mayhem cage.
With hands trembling I reach out to open the door,
and is almost knocked to the floor.
By a shadow fast as lightning,
I have never seen something so frightening!
Tail straight in the air,
a mass of frenzy hair.
Sneaking in there for a quiet place to groom,
The Beast instead got sealed in a spicy tomb!
It comes at me hissing,
and I think to myself- no sudden moves or I a finger will be missing.
It is clearly out for revenge,
I can tell from it´s hellish stench.
Then, when I think that things couldn´t get worse,
the Beasts friend sneaks up behind me- that retched curse!
Quickly I grab a can from the cupboard shelf- Oh, I pray this will help!
From the can the smell of liver in gravy spreads in the air,
turning these demons into cuddly fur balls and my life is once again spared....
måndag 18 februari 2013
The Eighteenth Day of February in the Year of our Lord 2013
16:51
On the subject of vomit,
that shoots out of the Beast like a comet.
When ever it is in the mood,
to not properly digest it´s food.
I could write today, tomorrow and all week long,
about all the ways it is wrong.
I wash it from cushions, table cloths and books- while it just sits there,
giving me innocent looks.
On the sofa, the carpet and on floors it smugly sprays whats inside- Oh this is more
than I can abide!
The pile of goo I just stepped in,
to socks and bare feet is a sin!
But I fear that this is a battle I can not win,
because the only response I get is a great big grin.
16:51
On the subject of vomit,
that shoots out of the Beast like a comet.
When ever it is in the mood,
to not properly digest it´s food.
I could write today, tomorrow and all week long,
about all the ways it is wrong.
I wash it from cushions, table cloths and books- while it just sits there,
giving me innocent looks.
On the sofa, the carpet and on floors it smugly sprays whats inside- Oh this is more
than I can abide!
The pile of goo I just stepped in,
to socks and bare feet is a sin!
But I fear that this is a battle I can not win,
because the only response I get is a great big grin.
måndag 17 december 2012
Twelve Days of Christmas
On the First Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Second Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Third Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Fourth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Fifth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Sixth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Seventh Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Eight Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Ninth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Tenth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
11 Throats Screeching
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
12 Drenched Dogs
11 Throats Screeching
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity!
On the First Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Second Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Third Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Fourth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Fifth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Sixth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Seventh Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Eight Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Ninth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Tenth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
11 Throats Screeching
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
the Beast sent to me:
12 Drenched Dogs
11 Throats Screeching
10 Claws a Clawing
9 Demons Dancing
8 Curtains Shredded
7 Ghouls a Gnawing
6 Reapers Reaping
5 Ripped of Wings
4 Falling Cups
3 Mice Heads
2 Howling Ghosts
and a Bridge out of Sanity!
onsdag 7 november 2012
The Seventh Day of November in the Year of our Lord 2012
09:57
The Beast sleeps. Oh, I pray, let it sleep!
On the softest of clouds let it dwell,
or perhaps....it prefers the cozy fires of hell?
With it´s nose burrowed deep in a blanket
I can hear it snore.
This mighty fiend who has chilled me
to the core.
My soul it has made an open grave
wide for all things that crawl,
and where rotted roots unabashed sprawl.
Where no flower will ever feel the sun,
this is the Beasts special kind of fun.
Yes,let it sleep. Oh, I pray, let it sleep!
Resting by the banks where willows weep,
and the grey sky with malice seep.
Snuggly on the softest cloud,
let it in Dream Land forever hold.
Among all other unspeakable terrors
yet to be told....
09:57
The Beast sleeps. Oh, I pray, let it sleep!
On the softest of clouds let it dwell,
or perhaps....it prefers the cozy fires of hell?
With it´s nose burrowed deep in a blanket
I can hear it snore.
This mighty fiend who has chilled me
to the core.
My soul it has made an open grave
wide for all things that crawl,
and where rotted roots unabashed sprawl.
Where no flower will ever feel the sun,
this is the Beasts special kind of fun.
Yes,let it sleep. Oh, I pray, let it sleep!
Resting by the banks where willows weep,
and the grey sky with malice seep.
Snuggly on the softest cloud,
let it in Dream Land forever hold.
Among all other unspeakable terrors
yet to be told....
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