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I met a strange man walking through the cemetery
He said, “Hey, If you’ll listen, I’ll tell you a ghost story”
I replied, “Those are dull.” He said, “On the Contrary!”
Then yelled “BOO” in my face. For that, he would be sorry
What he didn’t know, was that his tale of the grave
Was one I knew all too well from my own current state
And after his not so clever prank, it was time to misbehave
Besides, nothing I did now would change my current fate
I walked right through him, levitated, made some spooky faces
Did all the things the books say, to give him quite a jolt
He didn’t run or shake in fear as he put me through my paces
Just stood there with a crooked smirk, looking like a dolt
The issue with this failed haunting, is not for lack of trying
Or that the ghost in this lack of gory story happens to be me
But the fact that not only I was guilty, of being bored of dying
I guess it takes a little more, to get a rise out of a zombie
#5. A Ghost Story
July 26, 2022
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*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
If they were zombies.
Who have no brains so they don’t care about what I’ve turned into…
Maybe they’d be more likely,
To come back for me.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
They just have to do the dishes that I forgot about.
And vacuum the floor, sorry I never did that either.
They are my parents but-
Maybe they forgot.
So here I am, in a place that is like a basement, but is actually ground level.
Unlike me.
The floor sinks.
Maybe someone should fix that.
Maybe I will someday.
But I’m a little useless.
I could have done the dishes or vacuumed.
In here, they do those things for us.
It’s not as nice as you’d think.
To have your parents drive away.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
I think I’m just a zombie, is all.
I don’t really think about that.
I just think about chores.
And how I miss them.
Left behind to sigh?
Six days and twenty three hours
And fifty eight minutes; waiting for two.
It’s been six days and twenty three hours
And fifty eight minutes that I have been waiting to talk to you.
If one day I get the chance to tell you how I feel,
Then I hope you will take the time,
To see my love for you is the real deal.
I wish I could convince you that my feelings will not change;
For two minutes, I will wait for fifty eight,
Plus twenty three and six more days.
My stop watch tells me stop day dreaming,
About a love that can never be;
But my watch it doesn’t know anything,
Except that the time is twelve-o-three.
You see last night has come and gone and by now I should be asleep,
But still here I lie thinking about you and six days and twenty three.
If tomorrow I see a sign that leads me away,
I will be sure to pay it no mind, because I have words I have to say.
If you are loved by the person that you love,
Then I will disappear into history;
But if you too are waiting,
For something good to walk into your life,
Then maybe I should try, to show you a piece of me.
This heart is all at odds, because it thinks it is time it became a pair.
Do I carry on with only you in my sight?
Or do I sigh like you were never there?
Zombie walking hand in hand,
With the nothingness of single life.
Fix me; let me try to be your man
And maybe you could find somebody that you really like.
This is no time to be wasting time;
All or nothing, not a one night stand.
I want you, now it’s your turn to decide
And tell me how I can make you understand?
A question mark has appeared on your lips.
We have so much to learn in two minutes of time;
But for fifty eight minutes and twenty three hours
And six long days, I have been waiting for you,
To tell me if you like me, or to just walk away.
Are you really going to just leave me behind to sigh?
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
He hurled his plate of meat-free food;
The waitress thought him rather rude.
“Full English breakfast here all day
“Or vegetarian, you say.”
The zombie pointed to the sign
And shouted loudly, “I want mine.”
“So bring him here – no, bring me two.
“Oh, what the heck, I’ll start with you.”
“But, sir, you can’t eat me,” she said,
As he was gnawing at her head.
“I’m not a veggie – I eat meat.
“Now please remain there in your seat.
“I’ll get your breakfast; say your grace.
“For twenty dollars, stuff your face.”
She dragged a vegan from the street
And said, “You’re good enough to eat.”
The vegan – soon a zombie too –
Demanded human…in tofu.”
Jack Horne For Linda-Marie's Creatures of the Night
I entered the game…
And was confronted with Wraith
It was my job to avoid the Death Shriek
Which I did
But next came the Gargoyle
Which was elemental
I slid from his tactics
An undead Ghoul approached me
Must look out for his bites and claws
Then with an attack of +7
Came the Rat Swarm
I fought for the experience points
Oh no vermin! Spider
The web is the worst
Can you even believe an undead Zombie
Armor class is 11
Reptile; Kobold Skirmisher
Damage only one
My greatest fear…
The Blazing Skeleton
But my dice tops well
The skeleton only though
Has scimitar and slice
Yielding two experience points!
And lastly is the wolf
With bite or pounce
It’s okay. I’ll defeat him too.
And win this game.
They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside
I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch
Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee
Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the preforming dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said
Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end
I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus Clowns
Wishing clouds bring about constant rain
It illuminates the body with joy and pain.
So, the air we breathe is constantly being absorbed
By the love within our hearts and the sad remorse.
The trees will bring about the shade that hides the shadow of darkness
The skin hides the inside of the body that hurts from sorrow.
The Sun will bring our body everything we need
Only to be taken away when the body is weak.
So why do we go outside when there's nothing to gain
Being born into a world with imaginary wings and a fake name.
Because the sensitivity of this young world will bring trigger fingers to the forefront
While our mastering minds are trying to teach every heart to love every month.
But only God's energy and frequency will penetrate our minds
To ease the pain and suffering of our own kind.
But the devil's vortex that's hovering over our crown
Is erasing the mental and relapsing us back to the ground.
So how do we escape the escape room when it's surrounded by four walls
That represent depression, women undressing, self-control, and painful aggression, which is our downfall.
So we sit back and watch our people get shot while they get shot by a vaccine that represents a gun
To kill our bodies, with lethal injection that makes us so numb.
To the point of death only to become a zombie that will feed off the mental making you insane
Only because your body is dead but still alive, moving in cosmic motion without a brain.
Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
my wrists and they turn scarlet.
My mother and father walks through the door,
my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
spits and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side
and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me
thy macbook pro
contracted a ungrateful deadly virus
disallowing communication
between you Pink Floyd, and us
Tom MacDonald (the head
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sup hiz hands in utter futility,
and exhausting every suss
stain nibble dollop pa Rob Zombie courtesy
sans himself and Russ
tea (a lifelong four footed
canine companion)
large as a small medium at large
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a Jeff Bezos Amazon woman
demanding tubby address as "Sarge"
long days journey into night
without access
to the Pink world wide web,
newt hiz a bless
akin to experience
foreboding check mate playing chess
after one fateful opening gambit,
asper this poe whit doth express
he haint no "Garry Kasparov,
Anatoly Karpov, Bobby Fischer...
or other prominent masters
nee virtual kings
aye coon fess
cuz y'all would
be on target to guess
this chipper chap
(now he iz back in busy 'n Hesse)
hive felt extreme dot com tremens
without recourse the cyber space
e'en though misgivings prevail bing
linkedin within the human race
and nah ver since birth,
hike hood never find my place
until...while very late in my puberty,
which lasted til age fifty and nine
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accomplishments sans mine
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formed a heterosexual
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