Human Puppet Show

A. Larie Connelly 2010

The beat that made the morbid band can fashion tunes with scale in hand,
Turning tones to treasured notes where fear invokes her scaping-goats,
Dawning days lie still for pain while nestling nights bring forth the rain,
Change that tune before she cries her withered soul enforcing lies,

All the brightest stars and hues cannot remove a love abused,
Forty days or forty weeks matter not for what he speaks,
Solemn little puppet shows are pranced upon a stage that glows,
Healing has no record time so stop the clock before the chime,

Beware the buried past beneath a somber face and tortured thief,
He takes a hold so bold and strong but still she feels she can’t belong,
Uphold a wicked weathered woe that fuels the solemn puppet show,
Applause is overwhelming fowl that whips the stage with every bow,

Ending tears and crazy crooks that steal the plot with dirty looks,
Emerging forth a distant cage that captures all the pending rage,
Feel the urge to start the sting again with pendulum in swing,
Bastards near and far beware a scorning hate is fun to share,

Next and last are still in thought for previous was never caught,
The search proceeds for actors new that take the stage so fond and true,
Stay in tune for one more song and praise the band that came along,
Puppets play for all to view until the curtain call is through

Disgrace

A. Larie Connelly 2011

Gone again, but always present, lifting lies though not so pleasant,
joyful just to scare a peasant, graciously, a greeted face…

Fear returns to haunt a fellow, fighting seems so shy and mellow,
hoping for a newer hello, what a mess and pure disgrace…

Courage under fire boils, wrapping hate in painful coils,
something simple fate just spoils, No one calls to help it through…

On the line where no one answers, swelling great with evil's cancers,
send the boys and all the dancers, make disgrace a healthy new…

Fall unto a deathly grasp, before the new can far surpass,
a drink of blood in Satan’s glass, will help the skin moisten the burn…

Running toward the bright lit light, all healthy birds are taking flight,
ignore the pause of candlelight, before the Master takes a turn…

Skulking through the halls of hell, where beasts are born unto a smell,
where demons praise their given cell, to watch the innocents’ demise…

Clapping, shouting, chanting Devil, wrong on God’s good holy level,
all it is will soon dishevel, more than glory can disguise…

Soon disgrace is stopped from talking, prisoners are all but walking,
passersby renew their gawking, forced beneath a trap of shame…

Waking to a realization, dreams are but anticipation,
next we have the true sensation, who should really have the blame…

Gather round the rounding gather, somewhere else you would be rather,
thicken evil’s vile lather, spread it wide for him to see…

Wilted souls and evil doers, sticking flesh like raping “screwers,”
penetrate like red hot skewers, losing all the will to be…

Enough provoking has been heard, not another sinful word,
freeing not this healthy bird, time is lost but has begun…

Shackle all the limbs and minds, nothing saintly ever finds,
disgrace and all the crippling binds, to shadow out the rising sun

Time for Hell

A. Larie Connelly 2010

Keep the clocks from ticking tocks and grant the still of change,
All that was will never be despite the turning page,
Wishful lies are locked within this solitary range,
Puppets dance their mortal jig upon this restless stage,

Pushing doors for wretched whores for one remaining thrill,
Jack and Jill came up the hill to steal my lifting pill,
The high is lost and hope is gone from fainted faded will,
Embrace the guilt that has been built from blatant overkill,

Cracking skulls for miracles that never do begin,
Saving life with human wars that patent instant sin,
Half a cup of crazy mixed with clearly crystal gin,
Break the pissy seal you hold on ashes for the win,

Wear the ribbon merely given for the sacrifice,
Chewing glory faster than the mean can ever slice,
Bet the fatal end by tossing extra loaded dice,
Burning gates in hell ignite not once for me but twice

Once you set your foot on the path there is no turning back