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When I was a lad in the 50s, there lived a man named Mr. Mac. He resided in a farming community in Northern Mississippi. Two of his sons are the source of a story living in my heart. It's a story of two brothers who may never grace the pages of a book. However, their memory is in my heart, and lest they are forgotten, I must tell you of them.
They would best be remembered for their ability to drive tractors and handle farm machinery. As in history, so presently, the grand old market economy remains in motion. With few exceptions, whatever the market will bear is what will be paid. Also, back then, labor laws never applied to the people I knew. Billy and Bubba were very productive and knowledgable in their field of endeavor, but simply farmworkers.
But they were more than simply field hands and tractor drivers; more than merely brothers who worked hard and drank liquor. I'm certain some remember the truth of their lifestyles. But there was so much more to Billy and Bubba than cultivating fields and drinking liquor for cheap thrills; more than cotton planters in spring and harvesters in the fall. If one simply saw them sitting on combines or drinking wine and whiskey to wash away their pains, then they never really saw them giving themselves so graciously to others.
The demons attempted to destroy, wreck, and ruin their lives, but they were blessed with a praying mother whose prayers never fell on deaf ears. In their valleys of drunkenness, when overwhelmed by their enemy, their troubled souls found no other source to cast away their pain and ease their sorrows. Even so, the light of goodness managed to shine through. The devil's darkness never cast a shadow over their mother's prayers.
Somewhere between their home and the cotton fields; between dirt roads and cornfields; between tractors and liquor stores; between birth and burial; Billy and Bubba were gentlemen with caring hearts and kind spirits. They were men who smiled without force and greeted with respect. Tall and handsome men, mild, gentle, and harmless. If or when the history books of the 'B' brothers are opened, let it be said that there were two good brothers named Billy and Bubba.11012007PoSpCtest, Strand Select L, Brian Strand. 3P
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I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in my face. I stood up to him like a cock on a spring and spread out the details all around him, he seems to evade all logics and persist with the idiotic manuscript.
He rants and raves in the sweltering heat and reality plunge him under the blood stained sheet. His phone rang for a couple of seconds and that was the last time we heard of him.
The people gather in the square to celebrate the life of a man that they say was so dear, they say he was the center of the square, a dumb fellow with a promising mind but had a heart that was as salty as river.
His egoistic attributes and his domestic under the cover motion has caused him to sink to the bottom of the ocean and the intimidating look on his face has thrown him out of the entire race and so the sharks had big fish for lunch and the birds reserve the brain marrow for brunch.
The different phases have come and gone and the people have been left to weather the terrible storm. They walked around with clouds on their faces, flip fop slippers on their feet and a misery floating in the deep.
I cannot forget the day when they walk down the road with thick blocks on top of their heads in the blistering heat with no shoes on their feet relying only on courage to pull them along and when they reach their destination they sang a colorful song and suddenly the burden was gone.
I stood on top of the mountain watching malady jumping over the fence dropping residues on the ground and greeting the people with a sadistic frown but the rain came quickly and washed it away and save the city from the tempestuous day.
Suddenly a strange emotion came over me and cast a shadow in the street rooting up trees and tearing down houses. It walked from street to street making peculiar sounds in the breeze, so nature has returned to the dark places and they have finally complete all the phases
The sun came out with a sudden grin and told the people that they have paid dearly for their preposterous sins, and so I wiped the sweat from my face and crossed the bridge and travel a thousand miles to start a brand new phase.
Where do we go when the lights go down
what do we do in the dark
when there's nowhere to go
and nowhere to play
save for monsters in our heads.
don't turn the lights on baby,
don't turn the lights on now,
the nights not over
and i'm not ready
for you to see me
while I'm playing with
monsters in my head.
look away dear
please hear me now
I'm not always like this
not always not like this
please
don't ask me to change
I don't know what i'd
leave behind anyways.
who am I
who am I to you
who are you to know (that)
what you think is true.
I guess I am just what you made me
what you parade me 'round to be
but after dark
when the lights go down
and there's nowhere to go
and there's no one to play
'cept the monsters in my head...
...do I feel at home,
with the
cold
sweats
shivers
fingernails in my neck
the eyes that are watching see me at my best
the voices tell me (that) it's somebody's worst.
-still,
tough love is true love and no one pushes harder,
the monsters are the only ones who push me to be better.
don't turn the lights on baby
don't turn the lights on now,
the night's not over
and i'm not ready
for you to see me
while i'm still working on
just who
I really am.
---
Cause i'm a monster baby
a monster now
turn the lights on if you want to
I'll cast a shadow down
you'd better be ready
for what you're 'bout to see though,
the voice in your head
is only faceless in shadow
(if) you wanna see your fears
then you wanna bring up the sun
and if you want them to be real
just gotta look them in the eyes
oh, turn the lights on baby
please turn the lights on now
the night's not over
and you're not ready
the dawn isn't coming
you'll never be ready
I've been in the dark for so long
do I even have a face?
haven't seen myself since I was someone else
do I even have a face?
turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on please
I've got to know if I am still here
I cannot tell if I am real.
Turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on now
I've got to know if I am still here
I cannot tell if I am real.
Turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on now
turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on.
A Message in Blood on the Cemetery Gates
By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re near
The Cowboys From Hell, their Domination awaits
I’ll Cast A Shadow, ‘cause It Makes Them Disappear
By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re near
I’m Shattered, Becoming Immortally Insane
I’ll Cast A Shadow, ‘cause It Makes Them Disappear
The Heresy: 5 Minutes Alone dulls my pain
I’m Shattered, Becoming Immortally Insane
The Medicine Man has a cure for all our Ills
The Heresy: 5 Minutes Alone dulls my pain
Spend some time with Good Friends and a Bottle of Pills
The Medicine Man has a cure for all our Ills
Widowmaker to them, you’re mine Forever Tonight
Spend some time with Good Friends and a Bottle of Pills
If you Ride My Rocket, you and I’ll Be Allright
Widowmaker to them, you’re mine Forever Tonight
Revolution Is My Name, Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
If you Ride My Rocket, you and I’ll Be Allright
“Goshdarned” Electric, my Death Rattle brings The Sleep
Revolution Is My Name, Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
The Cowboys From Hell, their Domination awaits
“Goshdarned” Electric, my Death Rattle brings The Sleep
A Message in Blood on the Cemetery Gates
5/25/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
12 syllables/line
Made up of these 23 acoustic confections from thrash metal icon Pantera:
“A Message in Blood” “Cemetery Gates” “Cowboys From Hell” “Domination” “Hellbound” “I’ll Cast a Shadow” “It Makes Them Disappear” “Shattered” “Becoming” “Immortally Insane” “Heresy” “5 Minutes Alone” “Revolution Is My Name” “Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks” “’Goshdarned’” Electric” (It's not "Goshdarned") “Death Rattle” "The Sleep” “Medicine Man” “Good Friends And a Bottle of Pills” “Widowmaker” “Forever Tonight” “Ride My Rocket” “I’ll be Allright”
it takes a fox to catch a fox
so tell herod that hillter is dead
Geof Guthner a proud futher more a seduction of the haraalot
purple is the platform as they fuel up nomitated me to s[peak up
as they sneak by i reach for a sylobol
reacher has a quill in his hand
the pen is mightier than the sword Churchill said once
that virtue we are born with
not gaven by our recollection of past lives
even i feel like i died once
i still breathe from the same the life form
dipol belcast greivences are from the kings men
even though he fears the outcome
still he hears their continual cry for Christ return
so as an upright man he signs and seals the production of the firearm
the signet of the queen steals the protest of the englands heirarchy
lovers lanes fort bragg never boast when they sorrow
children this is spoken arappoh George McWashington is a God send
2 days marked om my calender
appreciate the memo look out Trumps back in im in the power
Vocalized it would sound terrible like the understatement of a century
plenty of chymes in the graveyard as they sign the declaration of indepence
bears im not scared of lions are my playpen
the dark should not be feared but prepared for
like a light cast a shadow master sargent Cladiua
i need a expediant assignment of your squad it would take a batallion to kill thgem all
if i gestured and intruced to fort beautiful
she would tell you trigger puller reccomends agents to oprate operation passlode
and blackhawks are no desire to a vitnam veteran
istead use the white wall
blast of passions such as seeing your child bourne
acts of compassions such as God prepares my table in the presence of my enemiea
no i will not feed them
mostly at worse i figurev torture would be more appropiate
lord is the earth gone
does it not live at your mercy
please come and He restores us
hurry is from the devil
as i take time to write this
24 hrs is a timeline
sealions exports merchant marines sheiolds up
blindfolded by shear love
if you love something enough you would let it go
From the time we spent in vain
There was alot I did not gain
From the breath of mornings kiss
To the taste of evenings bliss
Cast a shadow of formless waste
Hollow shell. A basket case
Numbing touch I've felt before
So familiar. Hard to ignore
The stinging blade of treachery
Has cut me deep and still I bleed
Left to die this form has past
The formless void is gone at last
To seek the truth of love's embrace
And gain respect a name to face
What's done is done it's clear as day
The naked truth is here to stay
It's nestled snug in a bed lies
Disguised as shame a guilt reprised
As the song of life goes verse chorus verse
We bridge the division of it's repeated curse
Play the rhythm strummed to the beat
Soliloquy played out for me (adverse timing 2 4 and a 1 3)
I might be giving too much thought
To something that was meant to be left not sought
If so I'm a loser and tempo is weak
But this song isn't over I still have my seat
I composed this tune as a reminder of me
So you'll sing to my song note for note synchronicity
Maybe I'm wrong and I don't have the right sheet
No it can't be Noone wrote this it's improvisation cant you see?
We did it together as a natural harmonic can, B
Sharp as the blade and flat I can C
Trivial the entendre, cavalier just maybe.
I wasn't trying to be simple or come off as a prick
Though it seems that I hurt you my ego screams "Why me?!?!!!"
The truth is I don't matter as hard to me as it seems
I'm just a fixture in the syntax that has lost its story.
Like a gleam in the blink of an eye shut for good.
I never imagined you would I misunderstood
I lost something held dear to me something that cannot be replaced
I saw it was gone when we met face to face
It was selfish of me to think I had your love it's erased
Never to be seen again on this Earth what a waste
Lost my meaning you up and leaving don't stop reading I'm still here breathing
Your love has rendered me hopeless to no avail....
Or maybe it's me but this poem's gone stale...
Sometimes my soul
resembles distant horizons,
like burning stars
abandoned between
dusk and dawn.
When the
sky hangs
as heavy as
my hazy heart,
I search for a sign
from heaven
to soothe
the somber sequences
of nature blanketing
mountains of misery,
as the spectrum of
colors is full of deception.
Maybe the universe
illustrates splitting
sunsets within
my murky thoughts,
As I'm oblivious to
the rhythm of
riveting songs of spring.
I sing
tunes of autumn,
orchestrated in
black and white,
grey refrains remain
locked as an encrypted
mystery of winter land,
within
esoteric hieroglyphics
blowing as
tornadoes of hurt.
I am envious of the
sound of comforting rain,
and clouds
carrying chaos-
weeping reveries of angst.
But what if these
translucent tears
and the anxiety I
try to hide,
fall like
mists of
haunting memories,
to follow the moon-glade,
ruffling along
sterling ripples,
unravelling
jasmine compassion
across rivers of
scattered gems,
would I then feel
the light of love,
synchronize
a eucalyptus lullaby
that sketches
amethyst amulets
through
midnight fears,
to embrace these
fragile dandelion wishes,
behind metaphorical
fields of periwinkle flowers.
My dreams are fading,
whilst darkness whirls
in unending circles.
I am barely breathing,
as the silhouette of
a pale sapphire
shatters into a
sea of sadness.
For you have
cast a shadow
upon the sun
within my mind,
and all that's left
in this eclipsed realm
is the petrichor scent
of healing,
amidst
the dying petals
in my balcony,
that mimic flames of
life and betrayals.
Maybe, it is from
the aftermath of storms,
we flourish rainbow
roses soaked
in redolent incense-
roaming through
an opaque canvas of clarity.
Grab me by the hand
And let me show you a world
Of earth and sky blanketed
In a dream of night and snow
The snowflakes were thick and heavy
And caressed in the gentle glow of the streetlight
One boy alone in the coldest of nights
Staring wide-eyed at the snowy lights
A lengthy night was washed away
Swept up in the crimson tide I'd prayed for
My arms and heart went numb
Learning to tread water for the first time
The ocean evaporated under the light of the Eclipse
As I rapidly sought to refill it from my wrists
My Full Moon Queen cast a shadow over the Sun
And I reached as far into space as I could
I launched myself through time
In order to hear those crimson echoes
They danced across three screens
As the sword I relied on rusted away
The Eclipse faded away
Yet the ground was as cold as ever
I shied away from the harsh light of the Sun
And sought solace under the light of the Moon
The woods and cars passed in a blur
As I spent those weeks on the road
Alone with only my time machine to save me
And my dreams of possibilities
I cast my voice into the infinite expanse
Shaky, unsure, yet full of hope
Two children, one of viridian, one of crimson
Set out to carve their names in the annals of time
The Full Moon faded entirely from the sky
As a New Moon hovered ominously
A flash of pink entered my dreams
And vanished as soon as I realized it
Smoke rose in the air
As I lived the many dreams of dying men
Setting a future in stone
As the one who would tread uncharted territory
In a dimly lit room
I called out weakly to whoever would listen
A figure clad in pink grasped my hand
And vanished as soon as I realized it
I found myself thousands of miles from home
In a small room in Shibuya 104
Caressed in the gentle glow of the streetlights
I raised my hands to the night sky to embrace the snow
from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency
and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won
the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss
perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of
glory fame power and victories of raging belligerence
for one goal or other and the wasteland of abasement
the cemetery has long been closed for overpopulation
instead landfill sites have replaced ceremonial plight
because remembering might cast a shadow of doubt
lest we forget the tragic blood shed and mutilations
foot soldiers and money lusting collaborators alike
would stand a chance of wielding humanity instead
of the overwhelming desire to kill execute and maim
dumping grounds and hazardous waste dumps have
replaced ceremonial remembrance of defeated trust
in humanity butchered on the killing fields forever more
worms devour shattered bones and vacant skulls’ remains
finish off what history buries in its toxic suffocating void
with only a few widows gazing at weeds and wilting poppies
orphans of wealth scramble at the surface and gather tears
that slide like slime and splattered brains down to their hearts
draped in rags the hungry vagrants have lost their appetite
while the grim reaper belches in flatulent satisfied reward
they tie a white flag so innocent that it remains invisible
chant a cacophonous melody as they inhale a final whiff
their loved ones died in vain and are unwilling to applaud
their henchmen and woman who cast their sword for death
and vitriol of marching onwards until ultimate surrender
but in tune to their own souls and deeply rooted disgust
they dig up the remains of sacrificed friends and former foes
gather in candlelight vigils and refuse to not fight for light
08th March 2021
Great walls rise against the dawn
Sun settles all while moving on
Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall
Cast a shadow low but not for long
Stones cut by oblivion's first glance
Carved, intricate, resembling man
In their design, shaped and created
Generated by the silenced sentient
Creatures that crawled up from the mud
Now builders, the lot they have become
The blocks of life still fragile to the touch
Great walls rise against the dawn
Sun settles all while moving on
Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall
Cast a shadow low but not for long
Structures perfected over time's meanderings
Hard work comes at a cost to love and family
Dirt fills in the empty spaces left behind
Life is something you can not unwind
Ideas become more solid than concrete
To flow like liquid rivers on to city streets
Built to last until they crumble
Replaced there to evolve again forever
Glass and metals reach the sky high rises
In dimensions dictated by color and design
Children inherit empty spaces now vacated
With a purpose decided by some future generation
Empires fill in the void of the survivors
Not satisfied to simply be alive
Every stone must be inspected for a flaw
Given to science as every castle must be taken down
Handed over to someone sober
Archaeologists know best on how to fix the past
Every castle must pass the test of chance
With the power of history's command at hand
For a second chance to get it right
Workers find perfection in transforming rocks
Illusions created as living spaces preserves imagination
Homes become fine art of beauty for the future
Structures define us even before we are born
Great walls rise against the dawn
Sun settles all while moving on
Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall
Cast a shadow low but not for long