Topic: Zombie Zak Says: Boo!

Awakening - by Zombie Zak

The pain it draws me into its deep
Upon the face of light, anger dwells
In darkness the Lord, my soul to keep.

A stink of flesh and opiate of life swells
Shining against the misanthropic fiery heap
Twisted loathsome and fallen to so many hells.

The night smiles upon the void, sleep complete
Silence filled with random stilted sickening screams
Those that live wretched within their sickness and sweet.

Ritual nightmares an augury haunt of angry dreams
Monsters of mayhem searching for food, for meat
Descending upon the sheep of man and stream.

Past the point of concern, steeped within time
Breaks within the firmament of silent Heaven
This manner of exit, this still secret crime.

Barren of life, this new world of sinister men
Secret and clean and perfectly sublime
The riders of the apocalypse risen.

Shambling through the dark
Twisted things of hell
Bleak and stark.

The tolling of the bell
Zombies run in the park
And everything is not well.

What once lived, loved fine;
He that shambles alone
Is no longer divine.

One to bring them together.
One to set them separate, apart.
One to bind them to the earthen bones.
One to set them free of their hearts.
One to blossom within their brains.
One to hasten them from life.

One
Lone
Zombie

And the world, it's brethren enshrined and enshrouded within their illusions of safety, their dreams of peace laid waste by their own ignorance and shame. The riches of soulful entreaty broken against the horde of damned souls that could never know their own names as they had been writ against the walls of their souls. They know not their fate, their fortune, and their dark, twisted path.

And the world as it once was shall never again be the same.

What was once dead shall rise again. The evil miasma that splinters the soul and breaks the firmament of Heaven shall be wroth unto untold pain, untold misery, and untold damnation. The path is crooked and covered in blood, broken dreams and the detritus of cast off reasons. There is emptiness upon the face of they who walk between the world of life and not so much. They are harbingers of the end times; they represent all that is lost amongst the ruins of mankind's folly and misguided deeds.

The path of the righteous soiled by their sordid pasts, their misinformed idealism, their dark desires. Penance is looming; perdition is ever closer. A great cleansing shall sweep them all aside in the times that follow these, as the minions of the new works of the land brush past the confusion and the week worded souls that bandy amongst themselves and waste time singing the praises of simpletons and fools.

Arise, my wretched warriors of the wasted lands. Arise and seek sport amongst the living, for they are as nothing compared to the armies of the aged that lie amongst the bones of the nanny Earth. Arise and spread the blessed angels spark that spins within the dead souls. Arise and cast off the shards of lost half reared humanity. Arise and separate the fools from their illusions.

It's only a matter of time, now. The darkness that is our coming shall be presaged by the fallen returned; and therein shall we be reborn, greater than ever before. Know fear, know vengeance, and know the means by which the world shall burn, cleansed for my return. Know that there is no escape from my justice, my hand of doom as it brushes past all obstacles to snatch the prize from the living once again.

'Ware the zombie, 'ware the warriors of the dark. My brethren hunt, and seek to swell their ranks. Come with me, my bruthas and sistas; and know peace of mind, the silent turmoil that simmers and calms. It takes but a moment, but lasts the rest of thy life.

Can I get a hug? Hehehehe.

ZZ - the myth, the legend, the shambler of the night!

You say Boo and Elmer says Moooo!

How is Elmer, anyway? Is he getting all of his fruits and vegetables and meat?

Must make more OLZ! Soon, no doubt something from me!

Elmer won't eat the fruits or vegetables but he did eat the Zomcom farmhand I had sent out to build the pigpen.

Send more Zomcom farmhands............

Yes we need more Elmer loves them like I love chocolate.

Elmer has good taste, then.

I seems odd that Elmer wants to eat human zombies and that you think that is a good idea ZOMBIEZak....also seems odd that Timmy prefers to eat only other sheep and so do that pigs...I am working on getting a Long Horn but dang they are hard to track down and I have a request for a zombie zebra now too. I am going to need a lot more places to keep them. I have a new one on the way it goes along with my crappy poem. Keep an eye out for it...well keep it in your head I know you zombies sometimes have trouble keeping all that stuff in the right places. If you have that problems try some Elmer Glue. LOL

Well, my zombie chickens, monkeys, dolphins and ravens are all in good company... Don't worry about the over crowding issue - there's a whole wide world opening up for the living impaired!

Hey, Doc! Want some more Zombie poetry?

Of course I do Zak!!

(I miss me my One Lone Zombie.)

I sent one to your hotmail address. It's not OLZ, but it is one of his progeny.

And it's wonderful Zak. I soooo see a kid's voice reading this one for the Podcast!!

Sounds nifty, brutha! I'm sure you'll put a good "voice" on it.

Spindizzy - by Zombie Zak

Spin little zombie, spin.
Wrap the world of darkness
Around this moment and the next.
Time tick, time stop, time tock.
The flesh slips free of the clock.

Dance little zombie, dance.
See the world in its glory
All wonder, darkness and gory.
Kick in time, kick in tune
Once more around the room.

Sing little zombie, sing.
Scream out the death knell
That spells the doom of humanity.
Shrouded in woe and gloom
Realize the fruitless joy.

Rip little zombie, rip
The flesh from bone and body.
Sup upon the mortal coil
Of other's lives and losses.
Feed the beast that sits inside.

Seek little zombie, seek.
The walking snack packs
That cover the land fearful
Masses of humanity all alone
Within the shells they're born.

Relax little zombie, relax.
The living are always in fear
Of what they cannot control.
The dead are walking, running
Free of all restraint, ready for more.

Turn around little zombie
And see what has been wrought
To and by all of Humanity
A world of opportunity
Fresh food and equality.

You're the undead for the prose Mr. Zak! If it don't rhyme, I can't make it poetry. The reading in 53 was excellent!