The Campaign Builder's Guild

Quote from: The Brimstone BrideSCREAMING IN THE DESERT NIGHT
The weeping witch begins to caw:
WHO SHALL SUMMON UP THE WIGHT?
And bromide, burning, breaking law,
Speaks in Tongues nailed to the wall
And soon upon the floor would scrawl

BURNING EYES AND ROTTED FLESH
Such were the witch's brew to need
WOUNDED LOVE AND EGOS FRESH
Ingredients the witch would cede
Murdered joys were squealing, fried
As soon arose the Brimstone Bride

TO THE DUKE WHO ALL SHALL FEAR
Such were the words she spoke aloud
I OFFER THIS, A PENANCE QUEER
The witch had spoke in blackened clouds
And as would rise the Brimstone Bride
The prince came to the witch's side

CHAOS, CROWS, AND CRIMSON HATE
Crawling words heaped on the night
MURDERED AT THE MIDNIGHT GATE
The witch beheld the horrid sight
As the prince was torn apart
She  could see the bride's black heart

Quote from: field left blankall I ever wanted
was to be loved
&
according to you
that was too much
to ask.

Quote from: Vreeg's BordeauxOK, The Brimstone bride is a keeper.  Do I have permission to slightly change and use in the Sweet Retreat?

Quote from: Hemlock CrimesWith her  silver-studded centerpiece and systems of malaise
And her  hypnotist laundry bills and salsa smoke and haze
Her  memories of loneliness and curfew ticket rides
Coupled with her dancing oboe-Samson soldier tithes
The squawking jukebox dancing queen is sliding in her ear
Telling all the apricots of the changes she has cleared
With window-screen Christians and their patriotic kin
And her  cardboard cutout idol of Abraham Lincoln
And soon the question calling card is crumpled in her mind:
What in all these pointless paths do you hope to find?

The tundra dancer homeless queen is buried in the snow
Hoping in her car to find what Goliath cannot know
In prodding prose and pesticide, she swallows frozen tears
And her fasting penance-pride shall hollow all the years
Those times that chill her bony mind and broken-ballroom heart
So pledged unto the captain of the parachuting tarts
Whose sister twin is ransomed by the paralyzing waste
The passive poignant punks who have stolen quiver faiths
And echoing throughout the caskets of the arctic queens
Is: what in all these broken  paths do you hope to glean?

The mercenary pistol-poison Florence florist sighs
And casts the bones of the damned upon the servant's eyes
The servant sweeps the ash and soot onto the broken plain
And mimics all the danger calls of trumpets pouring pain
To quit the burning fortune favor she seeks a lucky charm
But knows to hope for Caesar's ghost will only set alarms
And so in somber shadow-squeals of caustic crimson code
She crawls along the corridor and steals the thought to bode
Upon the desk-job officer who kindly had just asked:
What in all these empty paths have you been so tasked?

The poem protector diplomat who carries all the rugs
Is burning bridges on the farm so none can steal his mugs
And knowing that the cancer-cream of corn and potion shops
Is building cabins made of loss and burning all the crops
Thus he takes the empty mind of unfilled jugs  of death
And with his smoke and steamboat rage beseeches angry Seth
To crush the spirit of the times in zeitgeist atom bombs
As stormy weather winter eyes have stolen summer calms
And as he ponders limitations he asks in even pain:
What in all these worthless paths should I seek to gain?

Fire-fashioned Vulcan hammers break the treaty calls
As agony and apathy search in earnest for the stalls
Of fate and fighting fastened freaks who sing their dullard hymns
And in their empty endlessness ask for frantic friends
Whose sombrero spastic dreams can summarize the world
And bottle distant aspirations upon which Christ is hurled
Curled into the seismic days, they wait with flaming swords
And prepare to burst the daylight dreams of sunny sailor shores
But soon a slithered question springs upon their pirate plate:
What in all these senseless paths should we know to hate?

Answered in the doorbell words of ordered dismal homes
Is the question-refrain-dream of actors made of chrome
With leaves of night and blades of day in search of fame and shame
And scalding all the cascade brooks that bubble buoyant claims
Cider-spirit tree-toed nymphs and emblematic books
Are splintered sister hipster hits corroding all the hooks
Scorned and sentenced by the midnight judge for guilty pleas
They hope in swirling turtle fate to enter when they please
Corrupted, they are asked in jest by the stars above:
Is it in these hollow paths that you search for love?

Quote from: DodecahedronDoes belief relieve
Does relief believe
Discuss discourse
Disgust this horse
Prancer, cancer
Dancer, answer
Haberdasher
Madams ask for
roots of daisies
root for days and
end it well
at the bottom of
the well.

Quote from: Through the Gates of Tartarus: Curtained Dawn of ParadoxThe angel-corpse of Lucifer upon which hate is built
has been buried by the sergeant underneath the silt
of warlord shores and cryptic throes, those sympathetic strands
of the shifting shadow flames of a hundred open hands

Surging such, though thunderstruck, the menthol mermaid dreams
as oyster-opened hopelessness splashes on the seams
of the angry ocean god of oil, trash and grime
who upon the hound-dog deaths can never find the time

Those broken clock-face Eden screams of Adam sold to scores
are murder-faced typography that pull the curtain cores
from the apple Knowledge-breath the snake has thus consumed
the hardnose happy golden coins that demons must subsume

Bear-trap amber wooden fakes and falsehood freedom nights
penned by Cain in Abel's blood upon the Bill of Rights
those Plato forms of flaming horns and sparking vinyl sighs
that curdle all the love and praise of twilight manic eyes

Hark the silver gunfight thoughts that burn in angels' ears
of farmer crops of knowledge-vents  and iron-coated shears
the import of imported goods in the Kingdom of All Souls
cannot be stressed enough by miser-guidance coals

The aching, quaking trade regime of marching diamond men
dapples stadiums of hype to erase the armaments
of collective action wars in heaven-hell mistakes
known to all the choral gangs as seas of burning lakes

Melting, melded resolutions of the praetor prize
are lauded by the Lord Below as sacred, true, and wise
the steel-mill Satan summer screens that seem so kind and clean
burn inside the convict bars that burst the crowning queen

A deck of cards inside the sanctum shuffles gypsy tents
as tarot fools and pointless rules demand the mail be sent
a compromise of spiky shells negotiate the fate
of the mobile mundane malls that seize the soap to sate

Their endless thirsts and Fender throats that scream the devil's light
to all the harmony and hope of fallen fang delight-
the trade and mindset of the published patriot and priest
protects the patient proctor clones of clement booted cleats

The ruby-roaming ranger king begins his roaring prayer
to dispute the beast within that claws with golden hair
havoc highland soundboard signs of scathing psychic scythes
reap rewards from rounded reichs and diplomatic ties

To textile tins and tens of tongues, the tempter tempers, feigns
those cowboy rebel angel tears that drive the kings insane
so that the pepper-salted face of David could become
a combat crown of lustful lies to blame upon the sun

And as the royal regal-thighs of states begin their stride
the devil's dues are paid in full and Charon claims his ride.

Quote from: Ramblin' Jo MarieThis town is a bore and it's drivin' you mad
You got dirt on your shoes and you're shoveling sand
You dream of big money and a motorbike journey
Instead you're deliverin' mail to attorneys
Your pants are too tight, your shirt is unbuttoned
Something is wrong and you feel like a glutton
Oh, you gotta get out but you don't know who to trust
Except your six packs of cigarettes and your wanderlust
So instead of a plan, you make an escape
Dragging your heels on the interstate

Now you're in another city, got a chip on your shoulder
The world keeps on spinning as the days get colder
The lines on your face are increasing from worry
You can't pay your credit card and you gotta hurry
To the grocery store where you make some money
Bagging all the canned foods for the sixty-some honeys
Oh, you gotta get out but you don't know where to go
So you pick up your shoestrings and give them a throw
And instead of a plan, you make an escape
Dragging your Geo all across the state

"Fancy meetin' you here," you say with a grin
To the piston-headed drunkard who can give you a spin
He ain't much of a looker and he smells like bait
But you gotta make ends meet whichever way
So when he smiles through his kangaroo teeth
You think of how you promised yourself it would be
Oh, you gotta get out but you don't know how
You're tired of living in this one-horse town
And instead of a plan, you make an escape
Dragging your heels back to your mama's place

Quote from: Cancel the Court DateIron-on fury and a sense of blurry
Avant-garde relations of man
Provide all the context for a merciful pontiff
Don't you know we're still in Afghanistan?

You keep telling me darling that you know how it started
But I have to keep telling the tale
About the rebels of commerce who expect all of Congress
To provide the money bail-out in bales

You got me puzzled and angry
You got me huddled and praying

I'm standing in the kitchen and I'm on a big mission
And I see you keep on towing the line
With your straw-hat and pistol and you're overall fickle
Don't you know this is 2009?

There's applause in the chamber but my coat's on the hanger
I wore it to another job interview
And my taxes are low but I got nothing to show
And man I have even less now to do

You got me hustled and hazy
You got me troubled and lazy

Quote from: Trilogy Tragedies Trading TravestiesYour tattooed-tan and temper titan tambourine is shrill
Your sandy summer sample savior is silent, without thrill
Your catacombs of reverie and calendars of crates
Are canceling the causes and the castaway berates
Your drunken-daydream dismal death and dicey coat of arms
And your cookie fortune life that puts your sight at harm
And who could know that deep inside you're hollow as a tin
And that you embroider all your love with symphonies of sin

The sycophants and psychopaths are grasping at the sleuth
Begging him to barter with the farmers for the truth
Regarding waves of asphalt haze and hissy silver rakes
Quashing cravings of the craven killer-thief who slakes
His thirst for art upon the parts of faith that cannot hide
From the whips of danger-drawers that cardinals deride
As being so unmanly and as being wreathed in red
Encompassing the days of men and breaking all the bread

Such began the night that ran and bled into the years
The months that morphed into the sighs of children and of peers
Who cannot know by biting blows what banished banners breed
And refuse to save the clues that reveal the kingdom's greed
For who among the funny ones can hold their light afloat
To the shipwreck days of yore that guard the harried boat
And as all sights of senseless nights begin to melt away
The parsimony panzer parson prays for pavement pay

Silence speaks in simple speeds to single sweeping sores
And tears the tear-drop temple tastes from the tailored Thors
Those sowed by sanctioned anxious ants that answer to the name
Of the anguished father whose son has died in blood and vain
The wars that take and mutilate the helpless friar will
Of anyone who cannot take their tongue-drop tyrants off a pill
Are prepared in name and verse to preserve a way of life
That promotes the endless fields of hatred and of strife.

Quote from: The Sad-Song Caveat of the Last Living TeardropYou must remember
friend of mine
to never lend your heart

To the ones who
steal your laugh
and tear your mind apart

You must remember
friend of mine
to always hold your breath

Around the ones
who hold the guns
and seek your timely death

Quote from: A Barbell for You

Girl,
I need you to listen
Everyone you know and talk to
They judge you and mislead you
Everyone you've lent your heart to
Has always let you down
But don't despair and
don't
let
them
tear
you
down
You've got the brains
So don't let them tell you
Who you are or what to do
Don't let them swallow your pride
With their amphetamine lies
You're stronger than
you know