"Open House" Written by Chad Sanders

Open House...

Welcome friends... My name is...
What do you wish it to be?
Sorry about the dark...
Seems we've forgotten to pay our bill again
Watch your step...
Let me show you around the place we call home
To your left is our memory room
Sorry for the mess (I've been meaning to clean it)
Off to your right is the playroom
My roommates love to play their games there
Whats that? My roomies? oh yea...I'm sorry
Come this way...lets see if they're busy
Ah, here we are... Meet the twins... Craven and Draven
They're a little...dissociative
They don't care for eachother much
Don't worry, They're harmless...I think
Moving on... Let me introduce This One... Call him Legion if you prefer
He is...interesting...
Whatever you do don't let him see you cry
Shall we continue?
Why are you shaking?
They can't hurt you as long as I'm here...
Shall we?Don't worry, tours almost over...
One last roomie
Careful...don't touch the door
It hates people to touch Its door
This thing we all call The Pet...
Please...keep your hands and fingers back
Sorry, precautions must be taken with It...
Last person who got touchy didn't like it much
If I remember correctly there was blood involved
Not his blood either...
This "Pet" is by far the least social of us all
Personally I think he's psychotic...shh... Gotta be quite around It
Well...Thats us in a nutshell, lol...
Nutshell, Crazy house...get it?
No? Ok...bad joke...sorry
Thats the end of it...let me walk you out
Sorry again about the lights...
Wait...no, not so close to It's door... Wai...What...Oh God!
Not another one...what a mess...
Now what the hell did I do with that mop...?

Posted to Lubbock Poetry Movement June 1,2013
Posted to blog 04/21/2014 mdh

Blood and Ash

Blood and Ash 

Burn me to ash and scatter my soul
I hear the old bones calling me home
The ghost of love has haunted me for so long
I've become lost in the fog of what could have been
Struggle as I may I cannot get free
The moon mother I once looked to has fallen
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take
I've tasted the blood of my fate
Is it possible for this to end
Future days are long past becoming
Every minute that goes gets me closer to the door
Raised my voice so many times I can't speak
Ancient scars cover me head to toe
I carry deep within me the pain of the ages
There is no future for me
I tire of wearing masks
The charade has to end soon before it consumes me
There is a time for games and toys
Such a time is so long past
The masks I wear are cracked and crumbling
My toys have grown rusty and fragile with age
Just please allow me this one chance
Let me go as I choose
I can't fly with the wings of an angel
Let me fly with the ashes of the dead

Written by Chad Sanders
Posted on 12-13-12