Blue sky collides
With the blue sea
Sun beating down
On the crashing waves
Footprints in the sand
Left by all the lovers
Hand in hand they walked
Sea lapping at their feet
Children building castles
Rocks hear their laughter
For today is so beautiful
Being here at Coral Bay
Midnight came, calling my name
Striking the hour with torment
Playing a strange and hidden game
Of a living heart, sadly spent
Coming likely vampire this night
Draining me of my energy
Escaping like a bat, taking flight
Cursing me as an enemy
But she is here, protecting me
A love shining brighter, a star
Taking my soul, setting it free
Healing this body, no more scars
So Midnight will go, pass on by
Because she holds this broken man
Like an Angel, above the sky
She knows love, as sweet emotion can
I do not write about the joys of life
Or the calm and gentle quiet of nature.
There is too much faked joy in the world.
I do not write about love and loss.
I dare not tug at the fragile threads
That bind old wounds in rememberance.
I do not write about worldly truths
And the fallacies that we are often told.
I have forgotten them ― outgrown.
I do not write about my thoughts
For fear that I cannot find the words to fit
And that my mind will soon consume me.
I do not write ― I bleed.
at night they would go 'creepy crawling'
breaking and entering in mansions, sprawling
vicious mayhem and vandalism
as they worked toward their cataclysm
slinking, sneaking, in the night
to take from the rich, to begin the fight
helter skelter was their plan
seduced by Charlie, the son of man
with catlike tread upon our prey we steal
in silence dread, our cautious way we feel
summer, 69' the world was alive
as they came upon Cielo drive
they unleashed terror upon the hills
killing the wealthy to get their thrills
just a calm summer evening
for the occupants there
no one suspecting
murder was in the air
when Tex cut the phone lines
and let everyone in
Charlie put him in charge
of the oncoming sin
in his hand a revolver
a long twenty two
instructing the followers
just what to do
the first, Steve Parent
wrong place, wrong time
victim of the dance
lay on the couch napping
the second to die
didn't know what was happening
then Abigail Folger
the coffee heiress
stabbed to death in her nightdress
chased out to the lawn
and screaming with dread
till she pleaded and whispered
"i'm already dead"
then Jay Sebring
met his fate
shot, bludgeoned and stabbed
then they turned to Miss Tate
nine months pregant
with Polanski's baby
said Susan Atkins
"i have no mercy for you and your baby"
then two nights later
when their plan didn't anchor
they sought out and found
the family LaBianca
Charlie said "that was witchy"
but too sloppy too
this time i come with you
show you what to do"
so the Manson family
set out once more
to begin helter skelter
with violence and gore
Rosemary and Leno
had been out to eat
came back to relax
and were killed for a treat
they were bound and gagged
and told not to worry
then butchered and tortured
in a maniacal fury
Manson never got
what he went there for
was convicted for murder
for his failed race war
and Lesley van Houten
Susan Atkins and Pat
for their part in the crimes
in a dank prison sat
and that bastard Charles Manson
for all the melee
still rots in a federal
was responsible for the death
of the hippie movement
may he and his followers
all rot in hell
is etched in my memory;
a beautiful portrait of colour,
to stay forever in this mind.
keeps this man;
finding a need to love,
to carry on with passion.
is more lovely now;
with each passing moment,
that reflects each passing day.
surrenders to my kiss;
for my body and soul,
will belong to you, forever
Immortal days, inhabited sky,
Infested my humans, mutations of time.
An overabundance, population extreme,
A batterised kingdom, ruled by machine.
Computerized clones inhabit the planet,
Governed by a carbon copy race.
Constructing monuments of worship,
We renounce religion as historic myths.
Colonies of alien beings propose
Vegetable laws from distant galaxies.
Transmitting devices implanted in
Human brains aid disobedience control!
Immoral days, eternal youth,
Bionic people, with blueprints and proofs.
Drive your own spaceship, light-years away,
The world of tomorrow, three thousand A.D.
Crossbreeding of man and K-9
Evolutionize worlds of abnormal misfits.
Distinguishing tags identify authentic creatures
From manufactured duplicates.
Surveillance by patrolling satellites subject
Mankind to a fishbowl existence.
Test-tube derived idealist store
Frozen sunlight for weather control!