(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
Along For The Ride
The older I get the less I seem to know
Or even care
And the more I feel a somewhat detached
Observer.
I’m okay with this
Simply because there is no alternative
Although I’m sure a doctor could give me
Some drug or hormone to change my view.
And being okay with it,
Not resisting or striving for something else,
Allows me to see it all
More clearly.
And to appreciate
That my good old apparitional
Body/mind knows what to do,
And that it is still fun to go along for the ride.
(7/22/25)
She spoke to me saying I would be lost without you.
She said my love is true and undying only for you.
In past times of exuberant joy and times of sorroful pain, I have been there.
She is a beautiful cycle of giving and receiving like a breath of clean fresh air.
Subtle are her clues sent forth from the ether to help in the awakening and set one on an exciting journey anew.
She shows the path to good health and prosperity enjoyed by those who took a leap of faith and grew.
A shadow I noticed out of the corner of my eye.
A fleating reasurrance of a guardien angel near by.
A phenomenon in several dreams always with a remarkable feeling of calmness.
A tender aura of radiant light, a reflection of my own essence.
A pure sense of peace and wonder envelopes this corporal avatar all the day long.
Hinting, uncovering and guiding with a voice as soft and warm as a summer breeze singing a lovely song.
She is a haunted ship,
The Rebecca, that is!
Let me tell you of her encounter with the greatest cambion,
You may know him, Hellboy; our predetermined champion.
It all started when he was heading out to sea,
Through a ship graveyard of vessels withering.
The apparitional crew of the Rebecca saw him rowing in his boat,
And captured Hellboy, tying him to the mast and placing chains around his throat.
The goal was to sell this reddish freak to the aweing circus,
Though not all the seamen appreciated this.
Before long all hell broke lose with sea creatures entering the ship,
And a giant monster out of the depths creating turmoil and an all out crazy fit.
The outcome was Rebecca's shipwreck on the rocky shoals,
With a crew turned back to ghosts and Hellboy paddling into the great unknown.
Saturday, October 16, 2021
the ebon raven sought the night
in ways only a predator could-
graveyard filled with scenes of
apparitional ghosts,
all sights were set on the glow
of the violet moon
unfortunate black feline seeks
its hapless nature,
forever bound to the dark with
each breath he takes
they glare at each other without
resistance and in the dead of the
obscurity they see the ill-fated
dilemma...
l o n g i n g for each other's
prey leaves them in fear-
the violet moon shines...
and
all is dead in the night
February 9, 2020
Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass convails images of the inconceivable
Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness
No guilt, no shame,
Unfeeling the inevitable eternal despisement
Swarms choking the insides with a blanket
They whisper in your ear "I love you"
They grant you no delegable antidote
Pig-wrapped in a wasteful pursuit of carnal futility
Living out the rest of days hollow
Old and carolled she slips on the filth of plastic suit
No, she won't live that long
(Originally Written 3/20/2019)
"GHOSTS"
elusive shadows
apparitional figures
peering hollow eyes
calculating shrewd moods,
anguish mortal clarity...
(Funny Version after a little moonshine lol)
Apparitional.
Phantom moon on "Hic" loween.
Mind can see those ghosts.
(Holiday Version)
Apparitional.
Phantom moon on Halloween.
Mind plays tricks on you.
Note: I don't drink or condone alcoholic drink...I only wrote this in fun and for fun! Hope no
one is offended.
Love speaks of hazy lochs,
stealing dreams
languishing your smile.
Mistaken silhouette vanishes,
dissolves into dusky cloak.
Apparitional insanity attractive,
everything consumed – soulful -
a heavenly trance.
Our gentle embrace ignites as we touch
and amber flame cruelly bakes us,
as hint of monster disappears, un traced
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