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briarmoon · 8 months
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Santa Ana Winds
You left me stranded in a sea of clones
Floating on this island all by myself;
I never thought you’d leave me all alone –
You weren’t supposed to be like everybody else.
You left my soul on a dusty shelf
Inside a cobalt jar full of sorrow;
No kind goodbyes or fond farewells –
Kept me hanging on the line waiting for tomorrow.
There’s a burning in my aching bones
And your shoulder’s feeling oh so cold;
I can’t explain this wild state I’m in –
It must be those Santa Ana winds.
You took the red eye back to the wasteland
All at once I’m nothing but a ghost;
Tell me the truth, baby, if you can –
Why won’t it be me that you will miss the most?
Flying high above the Atlantic coast
I’m nothing but a stranger in your eyes;
I guess I made the perfect scapegoat
For you to leave the stardust of this world behind.
There’s a brushfire in your desert bones
And my body’s feeling oh so cold;
I can’t explain this wild state you’re in –
It must be those Santa Ana winds.
Boy, I tried to give you all my light
Until there was nothing but a spark;
It was easy for you to take flight –
Running away to leave me lingering in the dark.
I’m rotting in the state of Denmark
As you travel the Pacific coast;
To swim with the mermen and the sharks –
Someone I used to know, just another hollow ghost.
There’s an inferno in our scorched bones
And our bodies no longer feel cold;
I can’t explain this wild state we’re in –
It must be those Santa Ana Winds.
All that’s left is my soul on your shelf –
I wasn’t supposed to be like everybody else.
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briarmoon · 11 months
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The Day Betty White Died
I bought a hand gun
The day Betty White died
At the age of 99;
Nothing really special, hun,
Just a Ruger 45.
Your un-woke asshole reeks
From the shit your mad mouth spews,
Between those orange cheeks
In front of all these pews.
I’m tired of their twisted lips
Spiitting toxic viper vile,
Over their silicone tits
And plastic cherry smiles.
Kenny ain’t doin’ nothing
To make this country great,
Sipping gin from red Solo cups
Ice cold with so much hate.
I bought a hand gun
The day Betty White died;
A pretty-in-pink one -
Why are you so surprised?
To them, we’re all weirdo freaks
Mock righteousness they choose,
When pecking their crooked beaks
At loose bags of nuts and screws.
A merry round of pistols whip
These Proud Boys into shape,
With a gaggle of firm grips
And dazzling rainbow capes.
Karen ain’t doin’ nothing
To make this country great,
Serving slices of poison pie
On fancy Chinet plates.
All this too shall come to pass
When I cap a bullet in your ass.
I bought a hand gun
The day Betty White died;
Not for sport or fun
Just trying to survive.
In a sea of sheep
Sailing on a ship of fools,
Pray the Lord, their souls to keep
Courtesy of Fox News.
Flo can kiss my grits
There won’t be any trial,
No judges to acquit
When I blast those redneck smiles.
They ain’t doin’ nothing
To make this country great,
Wearing their red dunce caps
Y’all hennies took the bait.
I bought a hand gun
The day Betty White died;
Chic-Fil-A better run
Before I cross the other side.
There won’t be any jury
No church bells down the aisle,
Our palms are clenched with fury
Cuz you treaded on our style.
We don’t wish you well
It’s time to face the nation,
You won’t live to tell
When you face our congregation.
You ain’t doin’ nothing
To make this country great,
This is the hate you breed when
Indifference learns to procreate.
All this too shall come to pass
When I cap a bullet in your ass.
I bought a hand gun
The day Betty White died
At the age of 99;
Nothing really special, hun,
Just trying to survive.
Copyright 2023 by Briar Moon
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briarmoon · 1 year
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House of Sighs
My breath roams restless in this House of Sighs
Nestled dark along the cemetery’s edge,
Shrouded by tangled webs of twisted pines –
Bones buried deeply beneath the boxwood hedge.
In the attic window, a glimpse may fetch
Mater Suspiriorum, Mother of Sighs,
Wheezing in her rocking chair, cunning wretch,
Slowly suffocating in your demon eyes.
Hear her burning, an inferno she cries,
Mater Lachrymarum, Mother of Tears,
Howling past the doorsill through the Moonrise
O’er a yard of rusty vans and drunken queers.
In the angst of winter, she smells your fears,
Mater Tenebrarum, Mother of Darkness,
Cackling as the Peacock Angel appears
In a hidden vault of midnight starkness.
Shrouded she slumbers, our Mother of Sighs
Behind a wall of blue irises, she hears,
The slaying of the onyx bird with fifteen eyes
And the rolling of seven marble spheres.
Startled awake, the witches know its time –
They release your zombie tangled in the vetch
To roam this viny labyrinth of lies,
Crunching beers cans like skulls in every step.
Walking on crushed bones of lost compromise
I wander this void forever torn apart,
Forsaken, trying to rescue our tainted love
In this maze of darkness you call a heart.
I cannot breathe in this lonesome House of Sighs
Nestled dark along the cemetery’s edge,
Shrouded by tangled webs of twisted pines –
Bones buried deeply beneath the boxwood hedge.
Copyright 2023 by Briar Moon
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briarmoon · 2 years
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briarmoon · 2 years
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As a teaser to our Killer Klowns from Outer Space episode, Reanimator Rob dishes out some hot scoops of killer clown news. Plus, the MonsterTalk Podcast crew wants to know: Are you afraid of clowns?
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briarmoon · 2 years
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Check out our latest episode https://open.spotify.com/episode/50Eork1n1PvU4mrOsvnr7Z?si=5VZ48IGlTA-agfA55oxXEA
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briarmoon · 2 years
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Check out our latest podcast episode: https://open.spotify.com/episode/4DCAimjCuxSCEjntzj7lr2?si=4z9IOYeVTNK7QaY21fsVMA
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briarmoon · 2 years
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Listen to our latest MonsterTalk Podcast where we review Alien (1979)
https://open.spotify.com/episode/2vPMTlnNaLp3adGqxkqVZQ?si=gRnbY5KsRjqJSiUuhHV5Zg
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briarmoon · 2 years
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We decided to go into another category for the first time: Science Fiction! What better horror/sci-fi movie could we have reviewed for this genre than the great "Alien" from 1979?!
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briarmoon · 2 years
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Don’t forget to tune into our latest Monster Talk Podcast, where we review Suspiria (1977). #horrorpodcast #horrormovies #giallo #suspiria #monstertalk #horrorart #horrorfilm #horrorcommunity #darioargento
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briarmoon · 2 years
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We are back and ready to talk more movies at Monster Talk Podcast! With season two, we decided to start with the classic giallo horror: "Suspiria" from 1977. We changed up the format a bit and we hope you all like it.
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briarmoon · 2 years
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Bleeding Blue
Sweet Nitya, the bleeding blue is frustrating you-
Like the cruel clutch of bitter winter, it soaks through,
Layer by layer, seeping into these cold bones,
Until imperfections on canvas are exposed.
A light blemish dwells, steeping into a dark blue-
In your acrylic diffidence, this much is true;
The swell of bleeding blue I find quite beautiful,
Like starfish clinging to the whirls of tidal pools.
Their arabesque is eternal as your virtue-
Painted with flames of cotton feathers in ecru,
Eclipsing the pale Sun disguised as the Wolf Moon
While sea urchins pirouette to Incandescent Blue.
The world’s survival dance is a rainbow of hues,
Hanging in your hallway amidst this bleeding blue;
Crooked as a dragon’s jaw clenching a jilted muse
Who holds a kaleidoscope of iridescent truths.
Inside this prism, perspectives shift with each view;
Yet, forever faithful remains the bleeding blue,
Never changing its devotion to these cold bones
Painted on linen revealing this forgotten truth:
I’ll always find your imperfection quite beautiful.
Copyright 2022 by Briar Moon
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briarmoon · 2 years
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Happy New Year from all of us at Monster Talk Podcast. Enjoy this Season One Montage and don’t forget to listen to our season finale, available on most podcast platforms.
Link tree: https://linktr.ee/monstertalkpodcast
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briarmoon · 2 years
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Peacelighter
This starlight radiates like dust Clinging to any heart it finds; My luminescence turns to rust From the apathy of mankind.   This starlight collects on a shelf Until suddenly swept away From disdain of your heartless self, Photon galaxies now astray.   Peacelighter, glint a flicker slight, A tender flame to light the way; Ignite a spark with all your might To glimmer hope for one more day.   This starlight in your refraction Cannot twist in this ghostly mist; Lost in the law of distraction Brilliance bends if we resist.   This starlight people have squandered Like Prometheus, a stolen fire; In these darkest hours, I wandered, Until you saved my heart’s desire.   O’ Peacelighter, ignite the way                                    For these monochrome stagnations To shimmer hope for one more day, And revive these rainbow nations!   This starlight mass of empathy Burned up all of its energy, Never knowing intimacy The way I wanted it to be.   This starlight supernova dreams Brighter days for humanity, And midnight moons full of golden beams Riding your train of harmony.   Peacelighter, show us faith’s warm flame To glimmer hope for one more day; Goodwill and grace we must reclaim And melt this winter dread away.   To shimmer hope for one more day, O’ Peacelighter, come light the way.
© Copyright 2022 by Briar Moon
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