In the Dark

Sightless fear 

Coming near

In the wall

In the dark.

Softly padding,

Moments adding,

Clock is ticking,

Bedclothes sticking.

Coming closer.

In the room,

In the dark.

Lights go on,

Nothing seen.

Nothing heard;

Bad dream.

On the wall,

Dark and small,

Crawling down

Without a sound.

Waiting for you

By your bed,

In the dark.

Rayless figure

Crouching there

Above your bed;

Blood red stare.

Wind rustles,

Covers bustle,

Air is cold;

In sleeps hold.

 Gray and furry -

Diseased worry.

By your bed

No warnings said.

Nibble and tear

He starts to eat;

In the dark.

© 2011 By R. A. Barbere

The Plea

Release me from this burden 

So loathsome

That I wearily carry.

Across lands so unwholesome –

I am frightened badly, as I tarry.

Undo the punishment imposed upon me.

Forgive me of all of my crimes.

Open the minds door and set me free.

For I have served more than my time.

Exiled between walls of pure energy and

Guarded by creatures from deep below Hell.

Alone and forgotten without empathy.

I crouch in the corner in my prison cell.

My crimes are not so terrible

No murder did I commit

Yet my sentence is much too unbearable.

Such atrocities upon my soul my keepers permit.

With psychic waves they torture the mind,

With absence of feeling they starve the soul.

They take pleasure in the sufferance of my kind.

I lie in a Hell so cold.

I told no wicked lies.

I never hurt anyone.

Yet I was condemned to die…

I was sacrificed to the sun.

The sun took its toll.

My flesh withered away.

I exist as a consciousness within my soul.

I am forever a slave…  I cannot wander astray.

My crimes were considered great.

By those who profess humanity.

Through drugs and dreams,

I have opened the gate.

I have crossed on through to insanity.

© R. A. Barbere

(We are the) Masters of the World

Flying high

In the sky,

We are the Masters of the World.

Flying Low

Flying slow,

With banners waving and flags unfurled

We are the Masters of the World.

In our terrible machines,

Built so pristine,

We fly beneath the sun.

No sounds are heard

As the fields are burned,

When all was said and done.

In the night

Looking bright

We are the Masters of the World.

We heard the call,

We saw the heavens fall,

We are the Masters of the World.

Over the land

Over the sea

With outstretched hands

We set you free.

To choose a life,

Under the sword and knife,

It doesn’t matter to us at all,

For we have heard the call,

We are the Masters of the World.

Take a look some night,

When all is silent,

And you will see a sight

That will give you a fright.

Fires blazing on the horizon,

A shadow hanging in the sky.

The time is drawing near,

As the world turns and cries.

Fires bringing death,

Between each and every breath,

We are the Masters of the World.

As quiet as mice,

As cold as ice,

You lay there curled

We are the Masters of the World.

No more disease,

No more war,

Praying on your knees,

On the edge of the shore.

To all who hear,

Those far and near,

To the Masters of the World.

You ask why?

What have you done?

To deserve to die

Under the lightning gun.

Was it too much violence?

Not enough silence?

Does it matter anyway?

Does it do any good to stay?

When all is said and done?

Too many victims,

And no one has won.

Was it the sins of the ancients,

Inflicted upon the young?

Time cannot tell

For the hour glass fell

Spilling out all the sand.

No music is heard

Not even a word

All across the land.

Our ship flies straight

Without malice or hate

We are the Masters of the World.

Over the barren ground

Under the sea,

No life was found

By the Masters of the World.

All is quiet.

All is right.

We are the Masters of the World.

© R. A. Barbere

Reign of Fear

Time is running out

For those who live here.

The stars are coming about,

Beware the rein of fear.

When the stars are in place,

On some peaceful night,

A change will happen in space,

The heavens will be void of light.

It’s nothing more than destiny,

An ancient conspiracy,

Acted with total consistency,

Done with complete apathy,

And now without a tear

Comes now the rein of fear

Beware the rein of fear.

No stars will shine,

The sun will not rise.

And at a quarter past nine,

We will all begin to realize…

That this will be the end,

The beginning of the final moment.

Time will have been caused to bend,

And many of us will be content.

Many will run with panic,

Others will try to hide.

A cry will ring out from the aged and sick,

There will be those who shall abide…

The end will not be merciful,

The end will not come fast.

There will be nothing anyone can do at all,

From no one shall this sword be passed.

A time of darkness will be at hand,

For those who still live.

We will try to make one last stand,

No one shall remain to forgive…

  

Fighting will break out all around,

Death will live in the streets.

Blood will flow across the ground,

And the end will be complete.

It’s nothing more than destiny,

An ancient conspiracy,

Acted with total consistency,

Done with complete apathy,

And now without a tear

Comes now the rein of fear

Beware the rein of fear.

R. A. Barbere