The Glow

The fires rage
there is trouble coming,
fear breeds fear
as it grows.
But I will be fine,
I will be spared
because I am feeling
the glow.

The glow is mercy
a coups de grace,
for when Life
gets a bitch or too big.
And its here for all
both saints and sinners,
simply open a bottle
and swig.

Demons be damned
in the light of the glow,
sleeves of ginger
in tin or in glass.
Never alone
and shielded from pain,
become a sunflower
amongst matted grass.

Screw the sober
with wise intentions,
they think
but do not know.
Life's biggest secrets
or crazy ways
for they do not
feel the glow...

@Steven Francis poems 2010

Scorched Resting

Entrails scattered like flowers
in a guillotine basket,
boiling in mourning blood
and spitting on words of loathing.
Attemp to purify
those maggots that should not be.
Be alive!

Burn the heretic boys!
Scythe those with willing hands of murder,
cut them to their quick!
Mash those crazed brains,
crazed brains for the grinder
and bodies for the punishment due...

@ Steven Francis 2011

Iron Lee

He's a pinprick ninja at dawn,
a nunchuck come to life
with a sting in his fist,
a dragon from Hong Kong
just don't get him p!ssed.

Bruce Lee !
Lee the Bruce,
the kick ass dragon,
defeat all
you mop headed genius !
Kung fu the enemies to dust,
karate them with those meteor fists!

A tiger with nuclear stripes,
dynamite in a bottle
with clarity of a crystal glass.
Flex your tarantula hamstrings
beat that enemy ass.