Stalker

I pictured something maybe out a Slipknot video when I wrote this? Perhaps birthed from some of the books I've read. Anyway, enjoy

Stalker
Stephen Frerichs

I walk these woods

Because I was never understood

In the woods I escape

Into my dances, shadows I drape

Over these woods, these trees

I bring fear – and travelers freeze

They heard me

They look about – as if I’d let them see

My hiding place

But they’re terrified anyway, and away they race

Occasionally – for fun

I’ll come out – let them think their time is done

A few scattered leaves

Presumably tossed in the breeze

But imagination plays its tricks

And in their mind, realization clicks

Those leaves were moved

Their consciousness knows I’ve proved

That I exist

Somehow they think they’re on my list

All I want is some fun, enjoyment

But they think killing intent is evident

Running, sprinting, I follow

Chasing, an exaggerated demon, out of my hallow

Now they’re gone, to safety

But for night on night they’ll be haunted by me

The masked man of their dreams

It’s enough to make them scream…

Murder Plot

I wrote this in late May... a figment of my imagination. Somewhat dark, but not as much as my other writings.

Murder Plot
Stephen Frerichs

Murder, we conspire
Our tongues made us liars
We keep this in the dark
Our words and speech mark
What we’ve really got planned
Our plan, intricate and grand
We’ll find him alone
The knife penetrates just below bone
At least that’s the plan
The method’s been left up to our man
This is the moment, this is the second
Death on the target now begins descent
Below the deck, out of sight
Barely lit by candlelight
Is where we sat
Long hours have brought us to where we’re at
Now the killer enters, steps in
For his sins the victim will perish within
We hear a slight cry of shock, disturbance
We wait outside, every nerve and vein tense
This must succeed, it’s our purpose, our need
We silently plead for the completion of the deed
Quiet now
Unknotted become our brows
They’d been knotted in prayer
For the decline of the man in his lair
Is it done
Or will he live, has he managed to run
Our doom will be spelled
Disappointment and fear from the depths of us wells
Then out steps the assassin
“the deed is done,” he says with satisfaction
Now our tremendous relief
Replaces all, there will be no grief
He is gone
Another job over and done

Attack of the Verbs

This poem is in one of my favorite self-created styles, which is using primarily verbs to relate a concept or idea. In the end, this poem asks why people say it isn't our place to wonder why. In all of life, the why is the reason to live, so why should we not ponder and explore?

To Wonder
or
Attack of the Verbs
Austin Moss

To call
To say
To love
Today
To go
To see
To find
A way
To give
To take
To make
Create
To smile
To frown
To be
Let down
To live
To love
To be
To die
It's not
Our place
To wonder
Why?

Night

I wrote this late at night, after a thunderstorm.

Night
Austin Moss

Lightning flashes all around me
Clouds rush by, they rise and fall
Night envelops, pillows beckon
Sometimes can't see beyond the Wall
Passing now the thund'ring tempest
Winds its fury 'round the air
Silence broken only by Nature
Surrounds me here, a constant stare
Thunder rumbles, deep and distant
Thoughts go deeper, yet they climb
Rain has fallen, all it cleanses,
Tendrils wind within my mind
Peace descends, a friendly presence
Takes my into deepest sleep
Darkness mumbles, murm'ring softly,
Dreams they now begin to creep
Moonlight filters through the treetops
Bathing all in softest light
Softer than the lightest feather
Mighty to wipe out all my fright
As the night suffuses dreaming
Smoothly flowing, without a crease
Music other-worldly sounding
As I walk in lands of peace

Expression Number 723

Austin Moss

Fixing me
And fixing You
I can't go on
To live and do
The things you want
Of me to do

Hiding things
Among the trees
Safety is something
That's hard to please
To live and to die
To collapse on your knees

To see and to touch
To find and to learn
To build and destroy
To love and to burn
These are a few
Of the things with I yearn
To know

Exstistentialistic Expressions of Eggs

Exstistentialistic Expressions of Eggs
or
Nonsense
Austin Moss

Catch 22
Or perhaps 23
Of all of the things
That you choose to be
You choose to be
Not to see just like me

Catch 23
Or perhaps 24
Open the door
To see you deplore
The things you adore
But now they just bore

Catch 24
Or perhaps 25
To be so alive
You have rhythm and jive
In a hive where alive
Is to work and to strive

Catch 25
Or perhaps 26
But it's Catch 22
I say that I do
But who
Do you
Do to
Too?

Live and You Learn to Love

Live and You Learn to Love
Austin Moss

Soaring above the clouds
Got to come catch me now
Finding out most of the things that are strange

Live and you learn to love
Fly and you're high above
All of the things that you should rearrange

Come in it's plain to see
Living in ecstasy
Live and you learn to Love.


Walking among the trees
Relax 'till you're on your knees
Many are things that you think you know well

Tunneling underneath
Searching for some relief
Won't find it 'till you can learn how to tell

Come in it's plain to see
Can't live in ecstasy
Live and you learn to Love.