LIFE: THE MUSICAL a.k.a. BALLET OF THE BROKEN MARIONETTES

WARNING: offensive language

Hush now please,
Quiet in the front!
Take your places please.
Silence! (You stupid cunt…)

Watch the velvet part,
Hear the music play,
See the dancers stand before you,
Slumped in forced array.

A spastic jerk,
On the conductor’s part,
Creates a twitch of his arm
And the orchestra start.

False notes and flat honks
Erupt onto the stage.
Empty seats and forgotten beats
Incite his impotent rage.

Broken actors mill about
In fucked-up disarray.
Their eyes are glass, their hair is twine,
And this—this!—is their ballet!

Out of gaping wounds
Hang broken hearts,
Their pain forgotten
As they play their parts.

The leads are limp,
No move is made.
The dance is still
And so the illusion fades.

Surely they could dance
Without broken strings?
Surely there’d be hope
If only a lone voice sings?

But desiccated paint
Peels off flesh of wood.
Them dance? No,
Not even if they could.

Silence is their applause,
A gift as the curtain falls
Unknown "Master Chains" Cheeky - 15 years, 11 months, 21 days ago

WHERE DO OUR DREAMS GO WHEN THEY DIE?

Your eyes are both empty
Just as you dreamt, she
Has fled you just now
So question not how
You're better without
Her hurt and her-

-Doubt not the pain
That wracks you again
Force visions to rise
In the dark of your eyes
Let music make whole
The void in your soul

Acknowledge the loss and in agony cry
"Where do my dreams go when they die?"
Unknown "Master Chains" Cheeky - 15 years, 11 months, 21 days ago

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

In a dark wood
Where the dead wind sighs
Lives a black-hearted girl
With fire in her eyes.

Her abattoir quakes
With the squeals and the cries
Of an unwary pig
In pain as he dies.

His fellows in the sty
Get to feast on his head
While she grimly cuts,
Her hood and hands stained red.

Sweetbreads in basket
And hatchet in tow,
She throws up her hood
As her pigs watch her go.

Between char-black trees
And shadows of the end of day
The silent birds and beasts
Watch Red make her way

Over pitted rocks
And dry river-beds,
Until a new sound
Brings a smile to old Red.

A young girl crying,
Her hair a bright gold,
Cowers in the clearing
And shivers with the cold.

Her dear dog is rabid
And somewhere in the wood.
“I’ll help you find him,”
Said smiling Red in her hood.

She ties the bloody garment
Below the girl’s hair.
The basket of dripping treats
Is placed in her care.

“Run to my mother’s,
Don’t stop till you get there.
Never, ever look back,
Do you hear me? Don’t you dare!”

The girl ran off sobbing,
Bright red in the night.
Red removed her hatchet
Keeping the hood within her sight.

The dog in its daze
Smelt blood and fear.
It loped after the girl,
Hungry. She was near.

The beast saw her running
And let out a howl.
The girl cried out,
Tears streaming beneath her cowl.

She reached the house
And banged on the door
But before it could open
The dog knocked her to the floor.

Jaws snapped and foamed
As crazed yelps filled her ears.
The world grew dark
Stained by blood and tears.

Then Red pulled it off,
Her nails in its fur,
She threw it into a tree
Before it turned on her.

Her blade cut deep
The dog was wracked with pain.
But with mad eyes glaring,
It attacked again.

They fought with savage fury,
Ragged tooth against sharp blade.
The young girl could only watch
As around her the battle raged.

The hatchet found the throat
And soon the dog was dead,
Choking on red foam
And stumbling as it bled.

Red and the girl then had lunch,
Filling Mother’s house with glee.
And, despite the dog,
They live ever after,
Happily.
Unknown "Master Chains" Cheeky - 16 years, 1 month, 14 days ago