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Before the mirror he stood and gazed, another soul sent to their grave, he needed time to
contemplate, at whose hand had they met their fate?
Is there an evil that in him thrives, urging that he takes more lives, he stands and looks
now at his face, reflecting back his own self hate.
The time had come for him to converse, with this inner demon for whom he worked, he takes
a breath, exhales slow, there's answers that he needs to know.
Determined now he starts to ask, the information that he lacked, how else could he get
through this night, but what if he's wrong, no demons fight?
What if the hand upon the blade, was his own hand that yielded pain, what if it was his
own intent, his mind tortured not by devilment, he knew he had to venture further, was he
truly capable of murder?
Seeking truth, accept no less, he asks his inner self to now confess,
"From the furthest corner bound to hell, upon the depths I cast this spell, I ask for
vision so I may see, the demon who posse-th me"
He stood transfixed upon the glass, as a voice answered back,
"My friend your doing very well, there's a place for you with me in hell, what questions
of me do you seek? come, come speak up, it's just you and me"
Unsettled by this demons words, his speech was shaky, somewhat slurred, he found the
courage to pursue, the answers that this demon knew.
"When in the midst of violent rage, you write the script upon my page, you control my
inner will, you push my desire for blood fuelled kills, do you admit to this no less,
speak to me demon, do you confess?"
Urgently he needed answers, this demon feeds upon him like a cancer,
"You would like that would'nt you, that it was me who killed, it was not you, to feel
relief, exoneration, escape the punishment of your own damnation,the truth you seek won't
set you free, the murderer was never me"
In a mist of temper he destroyed the mirror, as shards of glass dispersed and shimmered,
he took a blade whilst in this mist ,and in desperation,sliced his wrists,
as he fell upon the floor, he knew that he would Kill no more, the peace he sought he
found at last, from the cold slash of the broken glass,finally he was free from his sin,
as life left his body, and death moved in!
It was a still October night when I was cold and all alone
as through the forest of my mind in thought I wandered on my own
The moon lay hidden by the clouds that rested heavy on my eyes
and as I stumbled through the dark I felt the wind begin to rise
I heard my name upon the wind as he was flying through the night
he called to me to come to him so he could take me on his flight
In soothing tones he spoke to me, his voice sang gentle through my mind
and in a flowing melody he spoke of wonders I would find
The wind sang out to me that night and with his song I was entranced
and it was windward my thoughts turned as in my heart his tempest danced
But still my feet stayed on the ground for I was too afraid to fly
and as the wind washed over me in mournful howls I heard him cry
As indecision split my mind my eyes were stinging with my tears
and tenderly with his caress he tried to ease me from my fears
Across my face his gentle breath had blown the clouds out of my eyes
and then he summoned to the moon who came to light my darkened skies
And when the moon had risen high his servants came into my sight
these waiting visions that I saw were whispers in the silver light
They came to carry me to him who now is waiting there for me
they said they'd help me find my way into his arms where I'd fly free
They said they wouldn't let me fall, they told me that they understand
and so I let them lead the way as I had given them my hand
Then I was lifted off the ground and we were soaring through the sky
and as I came into his arms he took away my fear to fly
Above the earth he carried me and as I watched it spin around
from in the heavens I could see all of the wonders to be found
I'll fly forever in his arms, among the stars where I will play
across the never ending sky, the spinning world so far away
Upon the wind you'll hear my song as we are sailing through the sky
and joyous is the song I sing as we are scaling ever high
I am alive upon the wind, I'm flying in his arms tonight
and like an echo I will fade as we are blowing out of sight......
Inspired by Elaine Georges' Tell Me A Story contest
I love to visit the church; to wander in the graveyard…
Flitting fleet-footed amongst the copse of corpses,
The grey stone groves of death –
I love those humble long-suffering tombstones,
They rear their bleak blackened heads towards the eternal sky
And remind me of the redeeming comfort of oblivion
I find it soothing, to wander in their company, to reach out –
And lay a soft white hand upon their immortal chill
Each footstep of mine cushioned in bone-rich moss,
Each breath adorning the air with gauzy veils of fog;
I love too, the churchyard chorus, of robin’s peep
And raven’s haunting harmony
And the audible acrimony of ghosts, sitting amidst the trees,
Watching me with curiosity…
I love to consort with them, the silent silver spirits here,
Those who drift, lachrymose, beneath boughs bedecked with blossom
With the pretty pink buds of May
They seem to embrace me as I wander, seem to hold my hand,
And their cool breath upon the nape of my neck comforts…
Soothes away the stresses and strains of this insufferable mortal life
They understand my pain you see – for they have seen it all before,
They learnt life’s cruelest lessons and took them to the grave,
Where they pondered and reflected upon all the reasons why…
Now their worm-eaten wisdom drenches the soil underfoot,
And hangs from the stones themselves in silver trails of starlight
Waiting for me to pluck them like cherries,
To devour the flesh of their knowledge,
And then swallow the kernel of cunning consolation the dead have left –
The ghosts have left – for me…
And so you see, I hold the graveyard dear, and love to sit there
Among the wakeful dead, my feet cushioned by corpse hands
My heart cradled in a nest of ghostly fists…
Churchyard child I am, at home among the amorphous,
And sometimes it seems to me that when life becomes too much to bear,
And poisons my heart with dread,
Then I can come to the graveyard – and find my cold eternal bed
Something's in the air tonight, my spirit is amiss, the
atmosphere caresses like a dead grandmother's
kiss,
the wind blows like a garden tool to keep my
language clean, the moonlight hits the chrome 380,
makes my right hand gleam.
I turn from out the open window, dancing shadows
boast, the room is bare except the bed that's more
compact than most,
the woman laying on it, color skin like buttered toast,
she's just a tad bit nervous being handcuffed to the
posts.
I look at her imagining it's Lisa bounded there, which
isn't hard to do since they both have that same
brown hair,
that sparkles when the sunlight hits it from a mile
away, I hope that God forgives me since this girl will
die today.
I still can't get to Lisa, there's an order that restrains,
the judge thought me insane like muy loco in the
brain,
they kept me locked in chains while all 4 seasons
went and came, I now will show the lot of them how
deeply true love stains.
Her body as I walk towards her trembles out of fear, I
know for sure she sees the gun but I don't really care,
but then she starts to cry around the sock which
gags her mouth, my left hand grips a hunting knife,
forgot I had it out.
In standing there I see her eyes, a smoky color gray,
it makes me think of Lisa back when we were both
ok,
but time stands still for none as life progresses day
by day, old memories like smoke just dissapate and
fade away.
The room door kicks in suddenly, will wonders ever
cease? It looks as though somebody went and
holla'd at police,
before I can inquire on who dimed me to the fuzz, 3
bullets hit my chest and spine as I then hit the rug.
Through the ensuing madness that I now bear
witness to, I feel those slugs have stopped by
vertabre and chipped a few,
cause I feel no sensation from my chin descending
down, they saved this one but I've left many women
all through town.....
I love you Lisa.
If I became an ascended master
No doubt I'd be a zealot
To see mankind empowered
I would openly proclaim my assignment
As I explain my desires
To my ascended colleagues
They all chuckle to one other
From my words so naive
I don't understand you, I say
The people need to know
That we are only as strong or weak
As our faith in limitations grow
You are such a lazy bunch
I'll show you how it's done
I dematerialize before their strange looks
My education has begun
I find a group of people
And then materialize before them
They look as shocked as someone just caught
In some imaginary sin
Without asking one question
And falling to their knees
They all begin dropping to the ground
Prostrating themselves before me
Wait, wait, please please, no
Please, everyone please stand up
But they can't seem to hear me
Writhing like a litter of pups
Taking one by the shoulder
I say, I'm no better than you
Please, please let me explain
That you can do this too
Then one raises his head
Finally, I'm getting through
Shall we build you a temple Lord,
I mean in honor of you?
But in a state of terrible horror
No, god no, please no
In fact I'll give you a nickel
If you please, just don't
What is your name, oh Lord?
No, please call me Dave
All praise the Great Lord Dave
Helplessly I step back in shame
Can I not speak with you, I ask
As if we were all equal?
What is it that you command, Lord Dave?
We are your people
Overwhelmed by sadness
The likes I have never felt
I slowly stagger backwards
Needing to find an escape route
In a moment of frustration
As their hands are stretched toward the sky
I sigh, beam me up Scotty
Then I dematerialize
In a state of humiliation
My colleagues surround me
Did they want to build a temple for you?
One asks, but very gently
I give them no response
Feeling misunderstood and distraught
They smile with quiet encouragement
Then leave me to my thoughts
Form:
I cannot believe I can see
my own breath.
To amuse myself, I try
making shapes;
it doesn't work.
I see how fogged up
the glass on the door is.
I consider drawing on it,
and realize my fingers
will stick.
I wait about fifteen minutes.
This time, I consider writing
backwards "I am trapped. Let me out!"
Even if I lose a bit of skin,
someone might see it.
By this time, it's a half hour.
I take out a cigarette, but
my lighter won't ignite.
I shake it upside down,
hold it in my hands, and
it lights.
Ah. At least one thing to
calm my nerves.
How did I even end up in here,
I wonder.
Then, I remember.
I suppose my brain was
going a bit numb, for me
to forget.
It's only been thirty minutes.
The dim-witted Mr. Cross,
locked me in here while I
was unloading boxes.
He found it amusing;
since I put hot pepper on
his sandwich once,
not knowing he was allergic.
I guess this was his revenge.
Does he realize though, that
I could freeze to death, in here?
Does anyone realize that I am not
at my station?
I scream, but no one hears me.
I pound on the door, the walls.
My hands start to hurt.
I think I may have split a
knuckle opened.
I see blood, but it is not dripping.
I dip my hand in a bag of ice,
near the corner, on the right side.
I start feeling it go numb,
and I pull it out to finish my
thought about writing on that door.
I walk over to it, and I feel goose bumps.
Unfortunately, I didn't grab my sweat shirt,
before I came in here.
Feeling like my arms are going to
fall off, I go to write on the door.
As soon as I start, I hear a voice.
"Is someone in there?"
I yell, "Yes".
The door opens, it's the janitor.
He asks what happened, while
handing me his sweater.
Then after I finish, he smiles.
I ask him if he found this amusing.
His response was a simple,
"Yes. The door doesn't lock from the inside".
A Japanese what Doc? A Katana Brick,
A single edged sword approximately three feet long
with about a one foot long handle, razor sharp, and
whoever is using it knows what they are doing.
Who would use something like that Doc? and don't say
shadows will ya! Well Brick I'm no expert.
Brick, I have an idea, come with me for a moment.
Sure Doc, where are we going? To my office, we'll
find out who would use a katana. Looking over
the M.E's shoulder, Brick saw an image of
a katana being held by a person dressed all
in black. The only visible thing he noticed, Eyes!
Brick whistled through his teeth, a long soft whistle.
" I'll second that Brick" " I would guess at night that
would look like a shadow wouldn't it Dock"? pointing
to the screen the ME showed showed Brick the caption below the
figure. " Says here this is a Samauri Shogun" Looks
like you may have your hands full Brick!
"I guess the real question here Doc, is why New York
why now what for ya know what I mean Doc?"
"Don't ask me Brick, your the detective not me"
"Yeah, but this ain't Japan, this is New York and we
don"t have so called Samauri Sho....what ever.
" How am I supposed to catch a shadow?"
Ten in the morning Brick walked into the twenty-third.
The desk Sgt. Will Sommers or Willie as he was known
greeted Brick. " Yo Brick, the Captain wants ya upstairs.
" What! I'm just dropping off my stuff and headin home."
" He said as soon as I saw ya to tell ya, so you been told,
so ya better get your tail up there!" " Nutz"
Brick knocked on the door of Captain Chet Rowles
Captain of the twenty- third Vice division, the Captain
waved him in, " take a seat Rodney" Brick grinned, the Capt.
didn't call any of his people by nick names.
" What do you think your doing detective?"
"Your a Vice Cop, not a Homicide Cop!"
" Your off the case!"
Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat, that
13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat,
with hocus strokus powers as I use my magic wand,
while upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a sadder
song.
Got oral capabilities to make you scream for God,
just wrap your legs around my love of flesh and
made as hard,
as concrete in the city jungle, let me splash and rain,
with multiplistic pleasures only you will ascertain.
The body of a goddess hottest motions we'll divide,
with feelings warmer than the hottest ocean when
inside,
your core of molten lava java with a dropp of milk,
your nectar sweet as sugar woman, not a dropp I'd
spill.
We're swimming in the heavens you and I collide as
one, the brownest colors sparkle when your eyes
align the sun,
for I'm your Mr. Wizard but our show aint for TV, it's
not for K-I-Ds the grown and onlyest is we.
I know that you are captivated by my strokus spell,
your chances of escape are like a snowball's
chance in h31l,
your cool demeanor melts so fast into a running
stream, my tongue will lap your essence up, a vivid
stunning dream.
The ghetto Harry Potter but I will not make a flick,
unless we're filming cunnilingus, lemme take a lick,
then afterwhich I'll stamp you like an envelope in jail,
the magic spells I cast will do much more than open
mail.
In fact extinguish all the lights, upon your walls I'll
write, graffiti in Tahiti, we will bounce and ball all
night,
because I'm a magician known for tricks and slight
of hand, I don't invest illusion, yes I am the rightest
man.
Before I end this baby I will get down on my knee,
and pledge undying love to you for all the years I
breathe,
it's more than just the magic of the stroke that drives
you wild, don't ask me how I do it, it's the hokus
strokus style.
After a long work day I come home to a long warm shower. It was getting late into
evening hours. I sat down in my favorite black leather chair. Not knowing I was in for a big
scare. I rolled a joint and sat back fully reclined. I was getting high out of my mind.
As I was enjoying my weed, I almost choked because a voice spoke beneath me! I
jumped up and listened to my chair spit profanity. I wondered if I was loosing my sanity.
My lazyboy said, "Don't be scared, sit down and talk to me!"
I seriously thought I was dreaming. Like an out-of-body experience waking up
screaming. No this is real, very real. I just knew my chair was about to do a cartwheel!
"No need looking around wearing a frown, you been sitting down on me for years; so
have no fear. No it's not the weed, you're seeing clearly, so sit down and listen to me."
I sat down in utter shock, resting my buttocks. As my chair began to explain.
"No Jimmy you're not going insane, but I feel you're causing me harm. I have burns,
scratches, now dust all along my arms. I'm left with a permanant frown. I desperately need
a rub down. I don't wanna be mean, but get some disinfectant and clean. The way I'm living
is obscene!"
No more explanations were needed. So after a good wipe down it was obvious I had
succeeded. My lazyboy's black leather had a nice shine. Now I wanted to rest my spine.
"Ah I feel so much better. Now I can go back into a deep sleep. You can go back
enjoying your weed or nicotine. Just remember my hygiene, and from time to time give me
a clean - Thank you."
I could have sworn my lazyboy gave me a wink. I shook my head, tomorrow I would
go see a shrink!
For Matt Caliri contest "Spea Chair! Speak!
.
U-umph, Oof-fa ha!.... There, comfy now?
Hey, would you pick up your tush,
reach in here and pick up your wife's locket?
It's down here under my cush,
and please get that screw driver outa your pocket?
That's good for me, yes much better.
Is it good for you too?
Yes, now go ahead and read your letter.
Hey, you remember when you and your wife,
saved me at that Auction in Aspen?
Talk about stress and strife !
I sure was a mess back then.
One last chance,
and I was headed for the rubbish bin.
The Auctioneer grabbed my arm,
And hollered out, "who'll bid it at a sixty?"
I remember being on stage watching you,
then it was "fifty five or bidit ata fifty -now fifty",
You didn't bid ; ..I thought I was through.
No one interested and he was droppin' fast!
"Biddit ata fortyforty thirtyfi-five bidit atta thirty two!"
"Bidda wudda gimme good chair, just alil bit dirty"
I was so nervous ; you just stared at your shoe!
"Lookin big bidder cudda cudda bidder thirty!"
Biddit abub bidja bidja bud, gimme gimme bouta fifteen on "er
well right then I Frayed My Hem! And thought I was a Goner!
"Wudja wudja cudda cudja gimme gimme biddit at about ten?"
That's when you looked up high and I saw the gleam in your eye.
I shifted my skirting, straightened my back and looked real bold,
You caught his eye, nodded your head and he hollered "SOLD!"
Well I rocked back easy and you went in to pay the man,
loaded me up and brought me home in your old van.
Y'all cleaned me up and gave me a nice shampoo,
and set me just so in your cozy library den.
You know..I'm really comfortable with you two.
I Have been since that auction in Aspen.
Hey! You dropped some popcorn in my... Oh ..never mind..,
Ahh..the memories..it's all good..it's all just FINE.
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