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4/14/17
Across the ages
There was many changes
During the beginning, middle and end of phases
Above and below any stages
Some left to be found, written upon pages
Leaving a lot or little to if any traces
Among any places
Considered tiny or spacious
Regardless of their being nearby basins
There is nothing funny about starvation
Nor the greed of certain corporations
Makes me have more rage than Jason
With a hockey mask, causing mayhem
Current situations
May have involved more complications
Close and far from any vegetation
Currency came in different faces
Among many nations
Or federations
Above and below the basement
Near and far from any pavement
People making and taking payments
Due to desperations
Some continually gave into temptations
Had hesitations
And made zero preparations
Meanwhile others reached the intended destination
Achieving a state of elevation
After much determination and hard work, followed a possible celebration
Or revelation
With concentration
Have some motivation
From within find more inspiration
While making adaptations
Throughout trials and tribulations
Many civilizations
You can see in person, or only through illustrations
Certain locations
Full of radiation
And/or known to have a dangerous reputation
Still yet to be proven with a solid explanation
Continual paranormal investigations
Regarding anything, accurate portrayals or misrepresentations
Unknown or famous
It was or wasn't caught on surveillance
Crystal clear picture quality or blurry with some grayness
Rituals conducted on certain occasions
Some of which involve shamans
Meanwhile apprentice or master, blacksmith and masons
May be wearing protective aprons
Working on something considered complex or fairly basic
Near and beyond any waters with or without crustaceans
By: Dalton Ogletree
Don your hat, grab your cape and walk with me,
let's stalk the streets, take in the frosty air
on cobbled lanes, necromancing we see
confined people of shade suspended there.
They strain against the lock, peer through the rail
of shadow gate where fear and pain collide,
destined to seek the path of peace and fail,
eternal slumber forever denied.
PC Moss walking the beat on last patrol
footsteps in Lock-up yard in echoes sound
in concert with the chains of fettered soul
never to seek solace beneath the ground.
Matins at the Friary can still be heard,
the brotherhood who walk, missals in hand.
In moonlit armour, Roman legions stirred
on Chester Green they march by night's command.
Take heed now of the child's plaintive cry
hurled from Silk Mill tower in ages past
unanswered call to mother, years go by
languishing, no comfort to the last.
These fragile frames of ours will end their days,
we live in hope for immortality
We know not what 'twixt here and heaven lay
so don your hat and cape, and walk with me.
Derby: known to paranormal investigators as 'the dead centre of England'.
For contest- Midnight
Riding the ghost of freedom
Tired of being binded with lies
Riding the ghost of freedom
With the words recognize & realize
Riding the ghost of freedom
Holding onto my truth
No more being aloof or a sleuth
Hiding under rocks
For my uncovered discovered truths
Riding the ghost of freedom
Offering a joyous ride
A time of breathing pure & clean air about what lies deep inside
Riding the ghost of freedom
Thoroughly cleansing your mind & hearts
Riding the ghost of freedom
Positive thoughts negative departs
Riding the ghost of freedom
Not divided but united
Not sitting but standing
Love less demanding
Not under but overstanding
Riding the ghost of freedom
Holding onto the sun
Shining my energy through and through with my light on
Everyone riding, sailing, floating, Knowing
Seeds of love planted constantly growing
Riding the ghost of freedom
Finally feeling free
An abnormal paranormal truth about me
Everything is the same.
Remember my name?
All is one.
Even though
if I cared to I
could count to 100.
Does that make me rare, too?
The bottomline:
we all want to shine
while scrubbing
down the others.
"But we're all one" I'd say,
if I had my druthers,
while squeezing
the wet sponge.
I don't agree with anything
anyone here has to say.
Don't call me your brother.
I don't know your sister.
He kept talking like this
in the mirror.
If you were the Lord,
wouldn't you get bored
making the same flower,
person, an animal?
This is all pretty paranormal.
I say buy the ticket, take the ride.
We're one and we're many,
Zig-zagging, all out of stride.
So make a friend
before the end.
In, fact we've met prior
running from a fire.
You look the same.
You're right
everything is the same.
Remember my name?
Paranormal visions of flying unicorns
with wild and supreme handsomeness,
give a boost to my conscious animus...
asserting my manhood in every sense.
Then anima makes her appearance,
and dreams change color and shape;
the feminine aspect of sensibility
transforms my ego once so untamed,
so fearless of phantoms that cringed.
I shiver more than an helpless
woman who covers her hears
not to hear their frightful litany.
My perception of actual things
becomes more alluring than fancy;
I lose the sense of hard feelings...
as fantasy offers me a drink of oblivion,
and makes me explore a rendition
of what is contrary to my masculinity.
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
There’s a magical cemetery north of here they say,
It’s a pleasant place to visit during the day.
Be sure the gate is unlocked if you plan to stay,
some just go for a thrill!
Visiting the dead is not the only reason to go.
A paranormal natural illusion awaits, a creep show.
A strange, haunting experience is all we know.
We need to listen, be still.
Pitch black at night, a warning if you easily scare.
Running out on a grave gets you points, it’s a dare,
I heard it in school, they do it bare but it’s rare,
and against our will.
On a lonely stretch of road, objects, gravity defies.
When you get to the spot, your vehicle flies.
And all must be quiet to hear the spirits cries,
or see feathers of a quill.
Santeria is noted when feathers have been gifted.
In space, the car, with all of us in it, will be lifted.
This is a story ‘bout the Halloween night we drifted,
through Gravity Hill.
An old Chevy Impala is what we teens packed into.
Fright stories were told along the way, some true!
Hair stood on arms, Bloody Mary, was one of the few.
It gave us such a chill.
One girl shouted; I looked in the rear-view mirror!
I saw her ghost! And so, it couldn’t be any clearer,
We were close, suspenseful of what grew nearer.
Then sounds of a French trille.
Natural illusion’s tricking everyone, in a mystery spot,
With no view of the horizon line, and near a dark lot,
The driver put the gear in neutral like he was taught,
as if by magic, began rolling uphill.
A slight downhill slope appears to be going up slope.
Then somebody asked, did anyone hear that? Nope.
A cayote ran across the road, had hoofs like an antelope,
with a wide grin and grill.
A layout of the land produces an optical illusion,
What you see is what you get, my conclusion,
Let ghosts lie, for it is us who are the intrusion.
Memories non-fiction, no frill!
GRaViTy HiLL
I felt myself traveling rapidly in my own direction
Not north south east or west, an unnamed direction
Believing in my abilities and talent as I never had before
I felt there were invisible wings on my back
Propelling me forward,
Enthusiasm and strength saturated my soul as I moved
Confident and self-assured; the sun moved out of my way
The flowers and the grass cheered me on my journey
I was invincible, untethered, whole and surreally me.
A superb feeling of might and power overtook me.
I had shed all of the weeds and thorns of my past life.
There were no slices or chips out of my being.
I was queen of myself, with paranormal energy
Living my truth in a new way
Making my own path
Heading in a new untraveled direction.
The direction of me.
You can’t mimic the resurrection
With your astral projection,
Self-fulfilled satisfaction,
Then, wonder why there’s no reaction.
Pride comes before a fall,
Whether you decide to answer his call.
Clarity can only be found,
When you choose not to be bound.
The clock is ticking and it’s the third day,
It is time to evaluate all of your ways,
Look around and smell the season,
All this chaos has a reason.
Blessed are those who walk the narrow
And don’t surrender to their pharaoh.
Enlightenment only comes from truth
The wise find it in their youth.
Simplicity has become complicated,
The paranormal is overrated.
The answers are all at hand,
Only the humble will understand.
By: Sabina Nicole
Once upon a time in Dothan, Alabama
During my after-My Mother's grandmother's
Funeral, It was a cold long night I began to
hear strange noises loud sirens, dogs barking
And howling uncontrollably.
The next event that happened was a brisk
wind that blew the door wide open. Paranormal
A clear image of a male figure in spiritual form
appeared before my eyes that bypassed me.
Paranormal
The Spiritual image went inside the bedroom as
he sat on the bed next to his wife. Paranormal
Now I'm trying to explain to the adults in the room
what I just witnessed of course they're all in
disbelief hearing this from a 12-year-old.
I began to plead with the adults and I described his
appearance, now they're saying go to bed, then I
heard some say I think she saw him. Paranormal
I could hear conversations once I left the room
confirming what I saw in the spiritual form.
Paranormal
Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination
Consider the following
dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic,
idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic,
narcissistic, opportunistic,
poetic, quixotic, rhapsodistic,
scholastic, transformistic,
universalistic agglomeration
as an abbreviation
overactive imagination
wrought demonic manifestation
unaware reading dictionary
could engender garrison housing
Century 21 ghostly conjuration
paranormal shenanigans this
Lake Wobegon resident
grudgingly attests perturbation
disembodied spirit betook
(analogous to Casper
the friendly ghost)
"FAKE" spooky introduction
primarily cause ethereal
phantom of the opera mine
diaphanous doppelganger actualization
forcing agonizing confrontation
blindly highlighting spectacular illumination
constituting undeniable declaration,
whereby stagnant existence
aligned stark juxtaposition
courtesy faux charade, escapade, facade...,
gimcrackery literary affectation
yielded (still does) negation
to befriend prospective logophile,
essentially begetting immediate amputation
as posited a posteriori said acquisition
regarding, kneading, experiencing...
inclusiveness feeling reviled discrimination
foisted linkedin with nonestablishmentarian
progressive, liberal, agnostic Unitarian
paradigm upbringing birth parents
decreed ideal articulation
to foster independent cogitation
among yours truly, and his two sisters,
at one time felt veneration
marble lustrous bead
felt towards (guess who) second born
only brother gifted with affliction
diagnosed recent as
schizoid personality disorder,
a mental health condition,
whereat emotional affinity
toward kin folk sundered
buzzfeeding self cannibalization
predicated on inchoate
in utero causation
insync with adaptation
(actually Putin on Ritz key conspiracy
incorporating Russian collusion)
in tandem with basket of deplorables
little rock and rolling
witnesses regeneration
frothy heady windblown
dyed in wool Taj Mahal size
pompadour toupee coronation
ego freezing troll defies decapitation
barley bubbling within hopscotching
mucky swamp characterization
capital hillbilly Phoenix
resembling archeopteryx alights
shrill screeching, digging lame talons
into trumpeting paunchy underbelly.