Well it started out only for the "It looked like a simple butcher knife" contest own another website. But has taken on a life of it's own.
March 25 a ritual is preformed. Three teenage neanderthals decide since they don’t have the Hand Of Glory from their saturday morning cartoons. They would use something else “handy.” So to the back alley occult shop they go. With a store owner that only see their green. They buy three books about black magick. Though creative, they haphazardly fashion three spells together (how dumb can they be?) Grab a butcher knife, whistling to the basement they go. They laugh and giggled as they chat that on spell made out of three. If they only knew what would happen on March 25. Would they just been content watching cartoons? People in their town now fear March 25, that black day. It looked like a simple butcher knife
harmless, inanimate
But Joey got a hold of it.
It became a conveyer of death
He...
Sliced,
Sliced,
Sliced,
And he
Plunged,
Plunged,
Plunged,
Until he was out of breath
He took his family's life
It looked like a simple butcher knife
Sticking in the beams
But not everything is as it seems
It looked like a simple butcher knife
Gleaming there
Until Sue bought it at the fair
Even though it took more than one life
She saw a morbid prize
A murder's butcher knife
To use in her husband's demise
She...
Screamed
Screamed
Screamed
And she...
Died
Died
Died
For her not very wise
Her husband chuckles "Dumb wife"
It looked like a simple butcher knife
As you have seen
Nothing like that should be own by the wicked and mean.
It looked like a simple butcher knife
So shiny and clean
Made Marks wife vulgar and obscene
For her one to many a late night
The beer went
Down
Down
Down
The knife went...
Down
Down
Down
Until Mark saw his wife's last glimmer of life
Silence no more fight
It looked like a simple butcher knife
Though foretold
People in bad marriage never together grow old. It looked like a simple butcher knife
So sharp and big
The butcher likes it, it will work on a pig
But the dead pig has other plans
Through the
Squealing
Squealing
Squealing
And the
Snorting
Snorting
Snorting
The pig stuffs the butcher's meat into cans
Then dances a funny dead pig jig
It looked like a simple butcher knife
Even death will refrain
'Cause if it in entombed a corpse will not remain.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
March 25 a ritual is preformed. Three teenage neanderthals decide since they don’t have the Hand Of Glory from their saturday morning cartoons. They would use something else “handy.” So to the back alley occult shop they go. With a store owner that only see their green. They buy three books about black magick. Though creative, they haphazardly fashion three spells together (how dumb can they be?) Grab a butcher knife, whistling to the basement they go. They laugh and giggled as they chat that on spell made out of three. If they only knew what would happen on March 25. Would they just been content watching cartoons? People in their town now fear March 25, that black day. It looked like a simple butcher knife
