The peace of you

 

On shaky legs I stand

A pressure in my chest

Noises in my thoughts

That scarce allow me rest

Thumping in my ears

The rush of blood so loud

Like storm winds lashing heartstrings

With boiling, blackened clouds

That bare down upon on me with

The weight of a world behind

Yet when I hold your eyes with mine

Peace is what I find

 

©Aarron Mondello

19/9/2018

The Hunter

A bubbling cookpot over a fire

Diced meat and roots were stewing

Behind his red-rimmed tired eyes

Dark thoughts and storms were brewing

Back and forth the memories ran

In bleak shadows on his face

Lazy circles of a wooden spoon

Were in the cookpot traced

Screaming echoed in his mind

Those lost being lost again

Mechanically he raised his bowl

And spooned the thick stew in

All he loved was lost now

All his life was bled

Moonlight glinted on cold steel

As he tallied up his lead

Blood for blood he hunted

Through the land he crept

Those he sought would know him

And rue the tears he’d wept

The sun was not yet rising

When he pulled his small camp down

In the predawn chill and grey

He was a wraith without a sound

Coppyright Aarron Mondello

27/7/2018

Promises

I’ll take a promise from you

And put it in my pocket

Just to keep it safe until

I buy a little golden locket

I put it safe inside

To see that it’s not broken

Hang from a chain around my neck

The promise that was spoken

I wear it all the time

Keep it safe against my heart

And take comfort from your promise

When it gets a little dark

When ever I’m not with you

Not standing by your side

I whisper sweet things to the locket

And the promise held inside

Copyright Aarron Mondello

10/7/2018

Fractured

Fractured

 

Sharpened claws digging in

Serrated edges tearing skin

Screaming loud for attention

Haunted voices of addiction

 

Darkness in the mind abides

Darkness wherein serpents slide

Screaming out for sustenance

Words tinged with childish truculence  

 

Tremors quaking, heaving the world

Rocking the ground, all sense hurled

To lay broken against a shattered heart

Obsidian psyche torn apart

 

Pestered and badgered by a thousand voices

Stumbling blindly through a thousand choices

In confusion drowning fast

Swearing fealty to a splintered past

 

Jealousy in the constant scorned

Forgotten smiles lay never mourned

Contradictions in hidden dreams

Fractures bridged with rotted seams

 

©Aarron Mondello

22/6/2018

Last Night

 

I saw your eyes in the shadowed night
Shining with an inner light
And all my fears washed away
When I saw in your eyes you meant to stay

You tickled my neck with your whispers
As softly spoken as velvet slippers
The promises you made caused me to sweat
Sultry sentences with veiled threat

And as we lay in the pale moonlight
Your glowing skin a beautiful sight
Nothing could prepare me for what came next
You plunged a dagger into my chest

A gurgling rattle sounded my last breath
I lay with you and succumbed to death
The last thing I saw as I finally died
Your gleeful smile spreading wide

©Aarron Mondello
5/5/2018

 

Twisted Tales

 

Three little pigs went out one day
Were caught by a butcher and brutally slain
Never again did the pigs complain
About the big bad wolf who wouldn’t go away

Little Red Riding Hood grabbed the treats
Basket on her arm she was tidy and neat
Out in the forest she was too slow on her feet
Pounced on from behind the wolf started to eat

Hansel and Gretel in a sweet cake hut
Gretel’s back swollen in welts and cuts
She weeps silently when Hansel’s time is up
The witch cackled loud when she spills his guts

Young flying Peter from another land
Dueling back and forth on the white beach sand
With a pirate who sports a black hook for hand
The sand turned red with spilled blood of the Pan

Snow White lying still and cold as death
Barely seen is the rise and fall of her chest
Along comes one who steals her breath
Strangled and suffocated Snow White is dead

Twist it, taint it, make it hollow
Take the light and cast it in shadow
Tales told in a voice pitched low
In the flickering light of a candles glow

©Aarron Mondello
27/4/2018

 

Shadow Thoughts

In the dark of night when shadows roam

I feel alone

In the quiet sleepiness of my home

Where all the shadows roam

In the midnight hour they wake

Creeping sneaking sounds they make

I pray softly they don’t take

Me, to the shores of their dead lake

Through the darkened halls they come

Putrid evil songs they hum

While I hide and hope someone

Will save me before the night is done

As I cower in my bed

I envision scenes of dread

And all about the Shadows tred

Shadows that live in my own head

©Aarron Mondello
27/2/2018