L I G H T R E A D I N G
I will admit
old KOONTZ is cool
and one should
read his books
at school.
But KING, is King,
he 'breaks the ice'
if you want Scaring
at a price.
If Terror is your
'special thing'
then Stephen's Horror
has that 'ring'.
Read Salem's Lot and
Different Seasons;
don't admit to
any reasons
why you won't
turn off the light,
when your clock shows
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(c)John Holt 10-Aug-99
ONE WAY TICKET
The underworld is dark and deep
with Nameless Things that do not sleep.
Their slimy paths run here and there,
beneath the earth, inside their lair.
And when the dead are laid to sleep,
in lowered coffins in the deep,
they do not wail or sadly weep.
The soundless word is sent to all
who live in that horrific hall -
`Come quickly brothers! - Death has sent
the husks of those so lately spent,
in Life their evil made them rich
but now they`re ours!
- so
life`s
a
bitch...
(c)John Holt 07-MAY-1998
SINGLE TICKET
`Ok mister! - time to leave.
This is where we stop,
we don`t go any further`
The guard was shaking
my arm as I woke up.
Peering out of the window
I rubbed my eyes, muttering
`Never heard of this place
it isn`t in my book`
The guard grinned.
`We don`t stop here much.
head office has this motto:
"train knows where its going"
Me?... I just do my job`
The Customer is King!
trailed through my mind
as I stared along the track.
I don`t know how much time
passed before a low noise
caught my attention.
In the booking-office
a man sat looking at me
as he shuffled the
papers in his hand
`You`re early,
there`s some kind of mix-up`
He sighed, It sometimes happens
but it don`t make a difference`
My anger erupted now.
`If I don`t close a major deal
in Denver today`, I screamed,
`Your company better have
good lawyers buddy!`
`Take it easy mister`,
replied the clerk
in a sympathetic tone.
`The deals`s ok,
someone else will fix it.
I`ll be right with you
soon as I sort this
paper problem out.
Y`see, according to
the schedule
your train was due
to crash tomorrow`.
(c)John Holt 06-AUG-1998
GOTH BE IN YOUR HEAD
I
am
The
Dark
One
your
shadow,
your Goth.
I am the dream
you cannot turn off.
My colours of black
and deep shades of grey
keep bringing you back,
when night kills the day.
I am The Dark One
And
Soon
You
Will
Stay.
(c)John Holt 16-Nov-1998
SOMETHING`S COMING
Tapping, tapping, in the night
something awful - full of fright.
Something dark, something small,
something downstairs in the hall
Something lost, something found,
is it square or is it round?
Something shuffles, has it feet
or claws or hands to tear up meat?
Does it scream - or is it mute?
Whatever it is I fear the brute.
Now it`s breathing on the stair
and in my bed I say a prayer.
I never used to fear the gloom
but now I shiver in my room.......
(C) John Holt 1998
GOOD DAY FOR DYING
`It`s a good day for dying`
I turned, startled
because I had not seen
the stranger on my left
as I stood on the ravine.
`Sun`s up - sky`s clear
a man could go to Hell
on a morning like this`
and never know he`d bin there`
I didn`t know what to say
and I didn`t care anyway
because the answer to my problem
lay over the edge,
three hundred feet down
onto the rocks.
What the fuck did I care
about the morning
or the bloody sky
when there was nothing
worth living for?
And who the shit was this
guy anway?
Oh yeah that`s right
- another poxy do-gooder
come to save me from myself.
Well not this time jose!
Not this time!
Looking down I felt
a sharp relief sweep
over me as I prepared
to jump over.
Love, money, job -
all down the drain,
so-called friends
`unavailable`
Now the sanctimonious
bastards would come along
to the morgue and i.d.
my pieces, muttering,
as they looked
at each other,
`Christ -poor Jack, if
only he had talked to
someone`
Funny how _all the `someones`
were too busy when
I turned up drunk
at two in the morning crying
on their doorphones.
`It`s a good day if ya
manage to die first time`
The voice to my left
reminded me the tall
stranger had not gone away.
Ironic! I was going to die
and he was starting to
annoy me!
I swung `round facing him
and saw his face in shadow
under the wide brimmed hat
but his eyes were set back
and maybe they were dark
or something because they
did not reflect the light.
`Look, I`m pissed enough`
I shouted `and if you`re some
sort of holy moses you`re
wasting your time -
I don`t believe in God
the Devil or any of that crap
so save your breath!`
`Aint trying to stop ya`
he said `the rules say I only
gotta warn ya - that`s all
in case ya complain later see?`
`Fuck off and go to Hell!`
I screamed `I`m ending it now!`
and I threw myself over the edge.
I cannot describe
the way I fell but
know I landed back
from where I came.
That was ten years ago
and still I live and relive
the endless action
and before I jump
hear the repetition
from the tall stranger
ever on my left
`It`s a good day for dying`
`Sun`s up - sky`s clear
a man could go to Hell
on a morning like this`
and never know he`d bin there`....
(C) John Holt 09-JUL-1998
NIGHT MUST FALL
Creatures
dark
and foul
of sight
bring me
terror
in the
might
I wander
in
the vaults
of Hell
pursued
by what? -
I cannot tell.
The pain
and anguish
of this
place,
the sins
of all
the human race
are here
before
my sight
and then
I wake
safe
in my bed
to see
the
morning light.
(c)John Holt 21-JUN-1998
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