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.

 

 

 

Belongs dark this madness

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.

 

 

 

Unjust

Unjust
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.

Gallows sightless, black
fear has arrived, hope has fled.
Thirteen steps to climb.

Blind. A hood of silk,
slip knot caressing her neck.
Preparing to bite.

She is innocent,
a matter of self defence.
And the trapdoor fell.