if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.
Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Kadell
It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.
I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare
We, as a Family of seven , moved into this river house
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention
I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy
Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten ,
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.
He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .
The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .
Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .
Keep fighting your way through life and its despair ,
you are important to someone whom cares . If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone , call for help , call a Friend .
"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "
December 18, 2012
Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach
Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate
Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new
The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
miles a way......
I would like to be there,
to kiss your pain a way,
since you've been for me,
every step of the way,
when ever I needed you,
were miles,and miles a way,
this very Halloween night,
as I will walk the streets,
you will be here,
in my heart,
the one we love the most,
miles can't kip us a part,
what matters the most
no one will know how close we are,
we are miles and miles apart,
Pumpkin King; hear you wheeze.
Open lungs as light as leaves.
Oh; Great pumpkin; long-time wait.
Coming closer brings my fate.
Barometer up above my ears.
Hollow ground will add to fears.
Pumpkin patch about my feet.
Will you rise up and bring my treat.
Oh; Great Pumpkin hear my prayers
Bring my candy and hide my terrors.
Fill my pillowcase till it flows
till Halloween - The Great Pumpkin shows.
Let’s celebrate the thinnest of the veil!
Reunite with long lost family and friends
and take one last chance to make our amends,
on the night the worlds’ barrier is frail.
But when is this magic night to occur?
Some say it’s during Scorpio’s Full Moon
or the sun’s post allows us to commune.
Others claim Halloween causes the blur.
If we could ask the first ones that observed,
they would surely tell us the correct night
to build the bond fires and keep them alight.
How do we ask when the veil is conserved?
So many people live in darkness and superstition the web and internet eye am
certain add some falter in among them let us see just how bad this thing could
get. The bible verse is plainly written and taken from the context says and yet a
myriad bunch of people make the evidence all wet Oh they say Judas went out
and hanged hisself and then they quickly turn the page again and finger falls to
open page again it says now GO AND DO THOU LIKEWISE? Oh foolish man has
killed hisself again. When will people never learn the will of GOD?
It is the sovereign will of GOD that Jesus Christ has come and taken all our
penalties upon the TREE of sacrifice the Cross has done the work that each man
could not bring to bear the fruit of love. To refine clothing in the dark to make the
linens white it took HIS blood. There is almost nothing measures up please do
some works and fill your cup with pleasant things and love. Feed someone or
feed yourselves at least with diligence and concrete things some fish perhaps
some meat instead of bread. Drinks and cookies iff you are rich
Lay them end to end on tables laden with the rich fatty food of thanksgiving
and left over candy from your Halloween the candy corn is fave with me.
But even iff you lay a can of food in front of only yew be thankful that you eat.
The LORD paid for all the turkey and the meat. Begin to realize it is no parlor trick
and reach out in your falter to preponderance.