The Face of Death

I walk the streets late at night,
I know who you are,
I know where you live and work,
I have a key to your car.
I am coming to get you,
Its only a matter of time.
No one can protect you,
There's no place to hide.

You may be in the shower,
Or in your favorite chair.
You might be asleep in bed,
You won't know that I'm there.
It'll be when you least expect it,
The last thing on your mind.
You may feel secure and protected,
When I get you from behind.

The pain will be minimal,
It will only last an instant.
The fear you'll have will be subliminal,
Your brain will fight against it.
The last thing that you'll ever see,
Will be all you remember.
You'll never even know it's me,
As your body is dismembered.

I embody your worst nightmare,
A fate you can't avoid.
I haunt shadows everywhere,
Loom within each void.
I embrace both fear and hate,
Consume life's final breath,
I'm a tomb with no escape,
I'm the face of death.



Copyright © September 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Perpetual Nightmare

Lying here half asleep,
In a subconscious state.
Having prayed my soul to keep,
My mind's still half awake.
There's no sound, not a peep,
The silence escalates.
I finally try counting sheep,
Things start to deteriorate.

Something in the attic creaks,
The ceiling fan starts to shake
The ticking clock's rhythmic beat,
Begins to resonate.
I'm feeling numb, my limbs grow weak,
Lights grow dim then dissipate.
Barely lucid, unable to speak,
I start to hallucinate.

I try to take one last peek.
But it becomes too late.

And I begin to dream...

Mind drifting ever deep,
My thoughts turn into scenes.
Ghostly vision vapors seep,
Through billowing walls of steam.
Standing on a ledge so steep,
Balancing on a beam.
Whispered voices call to me.
Things aren't what they seem.

I notice several shadows,
Inching their way toward me.
I turn my back to retreat,
Then feel a hand grab me.
I struggle desperately to get free,
But cannot move my feet.
The situation's growing bleak,
I close my eyes, fain defeat,
Then reclaim reality.

I hear broken laughter,
Echoing in a breeze.
I sit up and raise my head,
Wrap my arms around my knees.
My body rises off the bed,
I'm floating effortlessly.
I feel the eyes of the dead,
Staring straight at me.

Something on me is crawling,
My legs start to burn.
Bugs are moving beneath my sheets,
Wiggling thousands of worms.
I try to move my frozen feet,
My stomach starts to churn.
My body can no longer compete,
I scream but hear no words.

There comes a distant knocking,
Someone opens a door.
I see the crack of a light,
Feel sanity start to restore.
The light continues to get bright,
It stretches across the floor.
The evil that was the night,
Possesses me no more.

I see the sun start to rise,
Then shadows disappear.
I'm no longer terrified,
No longer full of fear.As my room fills with light,
And morning time grows near.
I finally come to realize,
What's really happening here.
I've survived another night,
Conquered my worst fears.

I start to get out of bed,
For some reason I cannot move.
My arms are pinned at my side,
I'm trapped in a glass cocoon.
The walls around me are crystallized,
I can see my surrounding room.
I'm trapped inside a crypt of some kind,
Transparently consumed.
I struggle not to lose my mind,
To escape this invisible tomb.

I then relax, lay back and wait,
Lie still and start to stare.
The harder that I concentrate,
The sooner I'll get out of here.
But somehow I feel I'm awake,
Unconsciously unaware.
I'm trapped inside my mental state,
I pray to God that I escape,
Find an exit, a way to wake,
From this perpetual nightmare.


Copyright © October 2010
Kevin Mooney

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103110

BD Boulevard

There's place on the edge of town,
Where spirits often gather.
They appear when no ones around,
To share and drink together.
Entities of personalities,
Hollywood's hallowed names.
Eternity's celebrities,
Heaven's walk of fame.
They fantasize and reminisce,
About good times and the bad.
They drink to lives they all miss,
Drown sorrows each one's had.
The bar is lined with Father Time's,
Ghosts of darkened screens.
They raise their glasses synchronized,
Toast fan hearkened scenes.
If one happens to catch a glimpse,
For one fleeting split second.
In the blink of eye they dispense,
Into wisps of plasmic essence.
Outside bright lights and neon signs,
Cast shadows and hope-filled beams.
While honored stars seek encores,
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.


Copyright © September 2010
Kevin Mooney

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093010

Mermaid

A fishtail breaks a restful sea,
My mind awakens suddenly.
Am I lucidly lost in a dream?
Or are my eyes playing tricks on me?

Once again, the surface breaks,
An enormous splash lets me know I'm awake.
Coming to rest on a distant rock,
A sanity test, a visionary shock.

A beautiful woman, nude to the waste,
The rest of her body out of place.
I'm reminded of stories that sea farer's told,
Of mystical maidens centuries old.

An erotic blend of female and fish,
With a face to launch a thousand ships.
Curves, bare back, warm, smooth skin,
Fiery eyes that burn within.

Supple nipples, breasts both bare,
Cursed or blessed, a vision fair.
Hair that flows in waves and curls,
With a body like no ordinary girls.

Graceful arms, toned, lean and long,
Well formed abs, sensually strong,
A vision of beauty, a goddess or queen,
A hoax or rumor, sought, never seen.

A legendary figure to many that sail,
A fictional creature, a fisherman's tale.
A sea maid or fairy to those that believe,
A siren foretold in Greek Mythology.

Thought to endanger ocean bound ships,
A mystical stranger to drunken lips.
A selkie or minotaur, a curiosity,
A prophesy in folk lore, a young man's fantasy.

Before I am able to affirm reality,
She slips back into the calm blue sea.
From a distance it's difficult to confirm or deny,
Whether what I've seen is real or a lie.

Some say it's easy to confuse their identity,
With a seal or a porpoise, small whale or manatee.
Many a tale of strange visions have been laid,
Of random encounters of men and mermaids.

Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney

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120609

Dream Seekers

This piece is written to describe the accompanying painting by a favorite surreal artist of mine. His name is Jon Pitre. Some have described him as the modern day DeVinci. This particular piece is entitled Dream Seekers....



Reaching beyond the normal
To where yearned visions lie.
Searching for true destiny,
Upon born instincts fly.

Gathering vested courage,
A lifetime at your side,
Preparing for struggles before you,
Not knowing what you'll find.

Savoring every victory,
Come wind or rain or shine.
Sailing toward new horizons,
Leaving the past behind.

Pressing past mental boundaries,
Challenging your mind.
Achieving the life that calls you,
One small step at a time.

In search of new adventures,
Building confidence with every stride.
Defining a brave new future,
Having the time of your life.

Weaving skill into virtue,
Reality mere mortals visualize.
Capturing God's Kodak moments,
True quests Dream Seekers fantasize.


Copyright © September 2009
Kevin Mooney

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102309

Once In A Dream

Once in a dream, I saw a girl,
With beautiful long blonde hair.
I knew her and she knew me,
Our eyes were locked in stare.
The alarm went off,
I woke up,
The girl was no longer there.



Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney