And they did come

And they did come
By AJ O’Brien.

So empty the shadows
that danced within her eyes,
how sad the children
at the birth of her demise.

Came the lonely
clutching their goodbyes,
dragging hearts of sorrow
beneath cast iron skies.

Came the fools with gold
and so too the wise,
along with her inner demons
wearing a sad disguise.

And so her people wept
until the sun did rise,
and one and all forgave
her unforgivable lies.

 

 

 

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Angels and demons

Angels and demons
By AJ O’Brien.

What differs
between the kiss of an angel
and the kiss of a demon?
I ask only because
I have been kissed by both,
and each
touched my soul.

 

M.A.D.

M. A. D.
Mutual assured destruction
By AJ O’Brien.

They’re on their way
One hundred dark angels
dressed to kill,
in suits of shining armour
searching for blood to spill.

Cruising high and silent
sailing across the skies
carrying songs of death,
and when they arrive
there won’t be anyone left.

Locked on to the innocent
they’re on their way down,
beyond turning back.
Let loose your dark angels?
Two minutes to impact.

 

 

 

And fell a soldier

And fell a soldier.
Three Tankas
By AJ O’Brien.

Triple hammer blows
dance with glee across my chest.
Falling to the ground
I lay upon foreign soil,
no more a killer of men.

So bright the shadows
my eyes burning red sunsets.
Dark lies of sorrow
from death, the taker of souls
as I except his embrace.

Blue sky bitter black
where have all the angels gone?
Alone and dying
I whisper, Lord, where are you?
Dear Jesus, I must atone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tormented

Tormented
By AJ O’Brien.

Upturned wrists
beneath a black light,
which to open first
unwrap,
the left or right.

Upon a razor’s edge
as the water grows cold,
deciding to cut and die
or suffer and grow old.

Sharp the pain
steel meets flesh,
as she parts the Red Sea.
Why, I ask
could you not let her be?

 

 

 

Black Hammer

Black Hammer
By AJ O’Brien.

And she stood silent
within a crowd of blue,
until the voices
were dark and distant
and she knew what to do.

And she came upon
a fat and empty clown,
with a gun in his hand
whispering songs of neon,
ready to paint the town.

And she turned to flee
as the black hammer fell,
hearing only
the distant ringing
of her death knell.

And she lay dying
beneath the grin of a clown,
as the black hammer fell
again and again,
until her mind shut down.

And she lay silent
within a coffin blue,
as a fat and empty clown
whispers songs of neon,
not knowing what else to do.

 

 

Compassion

Compassion
By AJ O’Brien

Never mock the lonely
bleed for those who have bled,
weep for the war torn
and always pray for the dead.

Cast aside the bigoted
feed the unfed,
plead with the suicidal
and remember the dead.

Abolish the stench of hatred
push the downtrodden ahead,
embrace the right to die
and always pray for the dead.

Never ever look away
reach out instead,
gather up that broken soul
and remember the dead.

As the darkness becomes heavy
and all has been said
forgive me my sins.
I am, one of the dead.