True Lies Weigh

when you least expect it


the monster rises up from beneath graveyard earth


loaded with the truth of ev-er-y POUND of blackened rot in its arsenal


carrying it stuffed between its teeth, oozing from of its eyes, and


like a terrorist's blast, it rages from its brain!


and I am silently unaware of my demise


for the truth never dies and lies live eternally


buried in union below the light of  day


there, a wedding takes place and the marriage bed is made


hell rejoices at the consummation


below in the graves of the dead, the living grow in girth


all the world is turning and autumn speaks of the coming event


sleeping, resting, the statues speak only through their movements


in my womb of contentment, dreams draw water from the spring of




until screams escape from the girl trapped inside my soul


and I remember too late...


Anyone can see-- "Graveyard earth doesn't belong at the birth of a baby."




but monsters rise up wherever they choose



Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-25 at 19:37

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David W. Glavin
Now that speaks in my language :-) Last line is very powerful

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful indeed and extremely well written. There are lines in there that are truly inspired. You have mastered the metaphor.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Terrible inspiration, but a really nicely written poem, Kathy.

Phyllis J. Rhodes The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh yes, the monster who steals innocence ambushes from its cowardly created cave of darkness and death. It breeds other monsters there and sends them forth to stealthily steal any semblance of joy or happiness that one might find amid the ugliness that invades lives. This prose is more powerful than readers can imagine, though most have monsters of their own.
In reading it I rode the emotional roller coaster that has lengthened with the years as more monsters have left tragedy and death in their wake. There is so much I could say on this. But here I will just say Excellent Write!

Harrowing Cthulhu is all around us eh?

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
sometimes those monsters visit all us. H.P. and I, we could have talked into the wee hours of the morning and Stephen King, well he would perhaps be the odd little cherub gnawing on the raw femur left over from grandmother's "quilting bee."

Really, I just had a horrible weekend, no sleep, and lots of anxiety from trying to pack and move. I haven't been able to read more of your charming book which is my way of relaxing and well all Hell came down on my mind. It just overflowed like a shit-stuffed toilet in rundown truck-stop and this was the result.

This too is the 16th year anniversary of the murders of my niece and her darling children ages 7 and 5 on Sept 28, 2000. It's always a hard time of year. It never goes away.

I was hoping it wouldn't be so hard. But I was wrong.

Things just build up and have to come out somehow and fortunately I can write them out here.

My nephew, her husband, is not as fortunate as I.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Been reading H. P. Lovecraft again?

Deep breath Kathy. As many as it takes.