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‘Krasue’
(A woman’s head with viscera hanging down from her neck.
She paralyzes like ice-cold lightning).
Where will you be tonight when the moon is shut?
Woman hater, where will you be
when the womb of your soul is shut tight?
Krasue will chant these lines over your stunned body,
her incubus birthed in you.
She will keep you pregnant until
your male belly bursts.
Then she will come out of you,
and the moon will open and shine again,
but not for you.
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‘Mae Nak’
(She's a female ghost who died at childbirth
and can extend her arms).
Mae Nak loves you.
She wants to carry you in her limbs
to the birthing couch. There she will
stretch her arms to the dawn.
Mae Nak loves you,
but you are a ghost to her,
she sees only an endless umbilical cord.
She believes you dangle at the end of it.
She believes that one morning
she will hear you mewing like a kitten
at her door.
Until then she lengthens her arms
like a sea anemone at a watery reflection
of the morning star.
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Nang Mai
(Lady of the Woods’, ghost-fairy related to trees).
Texture and grain are her domain,
but she will appear
if you are near her spider woven eyes.
She harms none,
but she can break the ties
to your own self,
make you see the mask
you’re wearing,
then she will send you home
weeping
until you break a thousand mirrors.
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The world spins, confusion in the fog
That refuses to lift, day and night
Not a clear answer can be seen
An obstacle course to get through
One thing at a time, seeking to find
A string of hope here and there
- A touch of breeze -
- A ray of sunlight -
- A pretty flower -
Holding onto any reminder of simplicity
To comfort the restless, lost, soul
Love is at a distance, unreachable
As the walls get higher and higher
Fear clutching every ounce of being
- Trapped by doubt -
Loneliness then paralyzes the soul,
Where spinning stops, in the empty abyss
Heidi Sands
7/18/18
As though there existed some thin gossamer veil
Drifting down from an unheavenly trail
First just a twinge ,a touch or a feel
A feeling of loneliness one cannot conceal
Leaving one melancholy, broken and frail
Piercing ones heart like an old rusty nail
Senses of unhappiness dost hang like a cloud
Chokes out this victim in depressing dark shroud
Sadness and angst attack easy prey
All signs of joy slowly slipping away
Beauty and happiness also recede
As depression takes hold begins to impede
All hope seems now to be fading away
Soon thought turn to acts sane people ne’re stray
Thoughts of escape, of end of release
Pondering how to make the pain cease
Oh why does this fog devour my soul
Why does this aching take such a toll
Affliction still lingers well after my prayers
Pain like strangers heart-piercing stares
Pure agony paralyzes my very soul
Then near paroxysm out of control
IS THERE NO FORESEEABLE END?
… alas as I plead my pain doth descend
*Dedicated to all who suffer
Pain Taker
It pays to dance through the moments
That bend and break our souls,
To give our souls to freedom
And to let our pain go.
It is healing to cry through your pain
To unleash its holding beast
The salty tears, are rivers of freedom
That flood the broken face.
It pays to break the silence
And scream aloud the pain.
The crying and the dancing, the screaming and the fears.
Unleash your ugly feeling and free the hostile smears!
When life paralyzes and freezes you on pause
The very energy that you would rather deny
Waits on the shelf like a healing balm
That you refuse to apply.
It pays to go the medical doctor
Because medical help you might likely need.
But don’t forget your Maker
Holds the feeling better deed.
An unseen battle, rages on;
both good and bad;
of light and dark.
Defense of souls is a cumbersome duty.
Souls are timeless nomads;
incarnation is their vehicle.
At any point, on the battlefield;
souls stung by celestial arrows heal slowly and
lessons are better absorbed.
Voices on the ether's lure a soul, astray;
question what you hear.
Evils voice is sumptuous;
its bite swiftly paralyzes.
Step softly upon the battleground;
march within the light.
The battle rages all around the universe;
reinforcements are always available at no cost.
Invoke no arrows of doubt and
cross the ether's, safely.
You toss and turn in your sleep
Having the same nightmare one wants to conquer
and beat.
Swift images appear in your mind.
Dragons,
Monsters,
Omens,
Mobsters,
Leading to a path with the word
'Death' written on a sign.
The sign is blind to the necked eye
One tries to find what was lost in the concept of
having a piece of mind,
For time is not on your side.
As you began to move back,
You feel the attack of breathe you seem to lack.
Your heart begans to pound with no arthymic
sound
Yet, the terror paralyzes you to the core with no
notions of facts.
Fog whispers through the dark
Leaving a form of a humans mark.
Your feet begans to feel like water soaked in dried
sand
Only to look up and see a vision of the ' Candy Man'.
Tiffany Saxon
You sit and think of what could be
but not with any sense of glee.
The future looks all dull and dark
so, before long you lose life’s spark.
Soon stinking thinking starts to stress
and heavy feelings start to press.
Your mind becomes a muddled mess
and mental zest gets less and less.
You cannot sleep, you lie and weep
as self-pity over you sweep.
The mirror tells a terror tale
of pallid face and figure frail.
If this is you, then turn the tide,
Tis past the time to bide and hide.
Cry out for help, the silence end
seek out those who can help you mend.
The things you fear may never come
so, worrying is downright dumb.
It paralyzes, makes you numb,
it saps your strength and leaves you glum.
Your thoughts tremendous power hold
To scare you stiff or make you bold.
Don’t ever let your thoughts run wild,
but train them as a little child.
Don’t waste your watts with worrying
it drains and leaves you wearying.
Tend to thoughts that lift you up
and good outcomes will fill your cup.
how could this ever happen to one of your elected to be,
aren't these the ones you appoint in the end to set the captives free,
free this world from all their pain, and fear that sets beside them,
this unmarked path with crooked ways misconceived by satan's alignment,
tricked here, tricked there, with feeble arms, their weakness shelters and binds,
the days are here where love disappears, and the trueness tends to hide,
the fear that paralyzes the cripple forcefully stuck in his wheelchair,
no climbing, no running, no jumping, no hiding, he's left just sitting there,
addictions and heartaches, no arms reaching out, there's no trust left to give,
the personal ties that could heal us to bind means nothing to free them to live,
there's something springing about that's crossing over our nation,
voices that need to be heard, satan's rule blocking loves concentration,
there's an urgency in this message, rising from the hills,
we need to spend more time in god's presence, in turn we must be still,
there's a fight that's coming underway, we can't back down, we must pull together,
there's power in the family, the body of christ, a love that lives forever,
people will so easily be deceived, and some in fear will crawl into their mental
hole,
but in preparation we'll step out into the world with strength, and god will protect
our soul,
we must not turn our backs on love, we can't be scared to be let down,
for wherever we go we will find disappointment, heartache is so easily found,
our love must flourish on god alone, we must keep our churches in prayer,
for in heaven is where we'll come together, one day we will all meet there.
Form:
Give me heaven's eyes
Instead of these earthly lies
For they paralyzes
The gifts inside.
Give me angel ears
So I can hear
With a clear transmission
Not these tattered incisions.
My lungs are enlarged with an ocean of guilt
Like a flower, I quietly
silently, wilt
After all we only bloom for a moment
I might as well own it.
Break through the barricades
Of the “good old days”
What a deception
Playing on my perception.
What a joke
Trying to suffocate and choke.
There’s nothing good back there
Nothing, nothing, absolutely
Nothing.
Just a another trap
Keeping me looking back
Soldiers move on
So when you remember my name'
remember I’m gone,
On a new mission
Like a spiritual obstetrician
Got a new birth
Found some eternal worth.
On a higher level
Looking down on the devil.
Nothing left to say
I’m done doing it my way.
There’s only one way
I find it every day
When I pray
Every day
One way.
Shackles can’t abide there
Just a holy flare
Lighting the path ahead.
Some say I’m dead
That may be true
I’m dead alright,
dead to you!
You can’t encounter the glory
And continue in the same story
You can’t shower in light
And return to the night.
There is restitution
For all that spiritual prostitution
There is a day of reckoning
Wisdom is… answering his beckoning.
Where can you run in a cage tightly closed?
When you surrender you emerge,
like a rose,
The desolate find waters
The fatherless become daughters
The chosen will shine
In his time,
The chosen shall shine.
BY: Sabina Nicole
"Listen very closely children,
Rumple Stein glinting his broken
teeth together. A restless, weeping
phantom rises from a soggy grave,
floating through the graveyard mist
with vengeful fury."
"This sorrowful spirit was
once a devoted husband who
adored his beautiful, treacherous
bride with all his heart."
"But the wicked lady
harbored a dark, secret
romance with a cruel rival
who wanted the husband
gone."
"Together, the plotting lovers
poisoned his evening wine,
laughing as the poor man
gasped his final breath."
"They buried him deep in the
cold, muddy earth, thinking
their numerous secret was safe
forevermore."
"But true betrayal stains the
soul, and his murdered spirit
clawed its way back into the
living world."
"Now, the ghostly specter
glides silently into their
locked manor, bringing the
freezing chill of the tomb."
"His glowing, hollow eyes
burn with malice as he corners
his terrified, trembling wife in
her bedchamber."
"He wraps his icy, ethereal
fingers tightly around her neck
to drag her cheating soul down
to hell!"
"He wants to freeze her warm
blood to punish her for
breaking her sacred marriage
vows!"
"The weeping phantom stalks
the dark nights looking for anyone
who betrays the people they love."
"His terrifying, mournful wail
paralyzes his victims so they
cannot scream for help in the
dark."
"He haunted the shadow-
drenched hallways, leaving
trailing of graveyard dirt and
frosted glass behind him."
"His pale, vaporous hands
peel back the bedsheets
where the murderous lovers
sleep in false peace."
"He exposes his rotting,
skeletal grin that glint under
the pale light of the full moon."
"He drains the life completely
out of their body, leaving a cold
corpse frozen in absolute terror."
He hammered to his feet,
throwing his ghostly hands
high as the wind groaned
through the broken branches.
"And when he finds a traitor,"
Rumple Stein screamed, "he
steals their breath and drags
them away!"
The terrified children
immediately held hands,
swearing to always be loyal
to their families and friends.