There once a place
Filled with people from dark side
They were cold and unwilling
Some unaware life has ended
They go here and there
Or perhaps beside you
In front or at your back
Looking at you now
Going to forsaken places
May lead to a dark path
Not aware of what’ll happen
Hence will be bewitched
The morning was dark and misty
venturing out before the throng
weaving between oak and elder
the path I took was long
I stumbled on a clearing
and fell down upon my knees
it was there I started digging
through discarded wood and leaves
burrowing through the top soil
breaking deeper in the dirt
my fingers and palms wore earth stains
nails had worked to earn their worth
sensing something beneath the surface
of what was left behind
reaching in with all purpose
the hand I found was mine.
Incomprehensible
Incomprehensible is a real thing, just believe it, and your mind will create
Create and get it. That's what you want from life, in the existence of life
Life, maybe not now, the goal may be a bit far, far from your present life
Yeah, the reality always exists, only sometimes it is hidden or forbidden
Mysterious forces control you, this is your fate, yours, but not from you
You can drive yourself with the secret knowledge of the supernatural powers
This power is forbidden; only the initiated can get it. The chosen individuals
So incomprehensible is it could be accurate, and it is that in another life
Here or there?
Where?
There
Where?
Here
So it is done
when i'm penetrated randomly
by magic fire of creation
I neither burn nor scald
Stars sparkle in the black velvet sky
Lit with orange and red
Meteor appears as a shooting star
A bright streak of light
Across the heavens
The moon, a lovely crescent
A midnight gust blows overhead
The darkest ink lays before dawn
Arrives the bewitching hour
When the veil between life and death
Is at its weakest
Phantom limbs intertwine
And witches cast their spell
I wake up unsettled with a cold sweat
When supernatural activity is at its greatest
What's my name, who am I, what's my name/
My true name sounds something like Malfaeus/
Ring a bell, are you scared, you know me now/
I am the most feared in the world/
I am more feared than the Devil/
Even the Devil trembles with fear/
A fear like no fear/
Malfaeus, my name sounds something like that/
What am I, why am I the most feared in history/
My name strikes the darkest fear ever known/
I'm the one that gets them to confess/
The one that turns them into Christians/
I span the world, I'm supernatural/
I'm not human, I'm legendary,
My true name strikes the fear of all fear/
Sounds science fiction but I am real/
a numinous mist
spied by the young ones
unseen by parents
forming in the dining room
above great-great-grandma Rutherford’s claw foot oak table
supernatural magic, kept in secret compartments by the young
They make the phone ring
They look at it.
It rings
Things appear
Things disappear
As they will it
I'm going to be like that
Someday
And I'm going to learn to fly
No lard of swine
No spleen of snake
Yet a wish- impelled flying machine
My body I'll make
Alone
Into the mouth of my Beloved
I will fly
Into the air
The cloud
The face
The wind
I will fly
Baby witch.
God damned the Demons of Hell to Hell
God damned the Demons to Hell
Let us depart, Beloved
,Where their morbid howls don't swell,
In our ears, in our minds,
Coiling weaving diabolic binds.
Let us go, my Darling
To a place
All silence in the air...
No Devil, no Demon,
No Fetch, no Wanton,
Would never ever dare
To puncture our Quiet
With slanderous riot
Perverted lies,
Bone-chilling sighs...
Ghosty appearance,
Cryptic endearance,
Sad sobs and groans,
Agonized moans...
No, no!
Only silence shall be there
All sacred and quiet
A quivering friendly air
And we can talk...
Yes talk!
We can talk to our delight
And our cheery conversation
Alone may pierce the night.
I saw my name written and with its sight smitten,
reflected on the door, a little something more.
sometimes
misconstrued
in a fluorescent grove
where malachite petals
marry emerald blades
verbose biting chews
too close to the cheek
among a confetti of bees
amid undulating bumps
of raw superfluous air
interdimensional entities
of spectral occurrence
wave with graphic-less suave
to gurgles, to coos, to hehs
seek noodle communication
to a bouncing mistaken few
using the eyebrow medium
of coincidence
a babbling infrasonic tool
of curious happening
sometimes
misunderstood
exhume, with heed
supressed benevolence
they fly shapelessly
in quartered skies
aloof in mocking flight
frilly, frothy entities
divebombing ghettos
exacting urban sprawl
chance upon neonates
and families out picnicking
feeding babies whose
knowing smiles to air
see, or do they?
– beware
Aeriforms
Oh my darling come to me
I long for you and want to be
Wherever you are, us and we
Plural pronouns that agree
I love my dreams, I really do
They may be good but they're still not you
And though at times they seem so real
I'd rather have something I can feel
Your lips I'd kiss romantically
I wouldn't kiss them frantically
But gently like a soft spring rain
Though inside might brew a hurricane
I'd keep desire well intact
Despite my instinct to react
A boy is an undead
While a girl is a leatherhead
Mom and dad find a severed head
The front yard is now flowing in red.
What caused this bloodshed?
From tombstones and crypts
The moon disappears during its eclipse
Followed by eerie sounds and eyes that transfix
As if waiting for someone with a bag full of tricks
Did you see what caused the kids to tighten their grips?
They couldn’t believe what they just saw
The kids were in such awe.
My mouth opened wide enough to give me lockjaw
To my surprise over there by the seesaw
Did I just see a headless person crawl?
It crawled closer and started to moan
Everyone ran and left us alone
At that point I knew we were on our own
I began to fight by throwing a stone
Does it now sound like a drone?
My thoughts are amiss.
I thought we were walking into an abyss.
Instead, I am dealing with machinery on the fritz
I wonder what happens if I spray it with spritz.
I ask myself, “What mockery is this?”
Could it be?
It’s Halloween!!!
Chupacabra came in the night
It gave everyone great fright
Jack shouted a loud "Boo!”
Chupacabra withdrew
and hid in shadow out of sight.
Unleashed the darkness
Only to end a battle
Which was once his own.
Finally faced his own demons,
Only to be rewarded
With a war they may never win.
Indeed how unfortunate,
Though seemingly so hopeless,
They shall once again, emerge victorious.
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