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A Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None Before
The night of 30 October was scarcely the night that most folk usually celebrated as All Hallows' Eve. Throughout the edge of the town of Salem, Massachusetts, long noted for its former crazed witch hunts and unfounded accusations of black magic. None were ever proven or even investigated.
But despite the shady past in the town, the date in 2013 was more like a new arrival than a revival of old characters. The first upon the scene was a faint, aged and seemingly ruminating figure of a man wearing a high top hat and the dark clothes of mystics and undertakers alike. His gaze was stony and cool, yet indubitably sharp like an eagle. He strolled the back lane of the main road, isolated and unobserved, muttering eldritch words that had no resemblance to any known human tongue. He scanned the doorways and windows of the houses he passed thoroughly. Some windows revealed the glow of electric lights; others revealed the dim glow of a candle.
However, neither a
The SpecterThe Specter
A crowd of people
Eyes peering here and there
One shadow advances
The people shout and run away
A specter came
The StormThe Storm
That night the seasonal thunderstorm was earlier than recorded for that time; and it lingered longer than usual. Thunder clapped in sundry locations. Lightning flashed with a glow that was, or, to most residents of the town, seemed, untypical of such weather. The roads were not heavily flooded, but the water refused to flow and residents dreaded snakes.
Along the byways, there wears the raucous chirping of crickets and the croak of frogs; but listeners swore that they heard human or alien language. When they reported to the authority concerned, the officer on duty was skeptical. He attributed it to seasonal fear. The date was October 29, only a few nights before Halloween. Nonetheless, the citizens vowed that they heard voices.
"Go home and get some rest," the officer replied calmly.
They walked out and headed for their homes as advised. In the office, the officer and the receptionist chuckled. Then the receptionist said good night
There will be times
When a man cannot determine
Between the howl of dogs
And the cries of men
Perchance he shall find
That the criers have thick hair
For they scarcely have the minds
Mid-evening in September
Alas I must always remember
I took a walk about my ground
The sky was dark and tense
The neighborhood lay silent in suspense
But soon the air was pierced by
What I mistook for the howl of hounds
When I wandered near
The howling fell in my ear
But seemed to have the voice of men
I beheld a strange sight
Which I pray I may never see
A pack of dog-like men
Sitting at the crossroad of a lane
A Rest Well-DeservedA Rest Well-Deserved
Ever at my side
Through whatever may come
In darkness and in light
From dawn until day is done
To honor and defend
With full heart and shining sword
We will love until the end
Our two hearts are one
But now we both grow weary
Of common men's careless deeds
They seldom think so clearly
So, finally, the thing we need
Is a long rest away from this crowd
And we will need it soon
For crying out loud
Sugar and SpiceSugar and Spice
Not always so nice
Who will admit that he is diabetic
But the onlooker may know by voice
I sit often in local coffee houses
But sugarless coffee is their choice
A customer explains that locals add so much
When people ignore common sense, it is pathetic
But they seem so far out of touch
One to two teaspoons per cup
The west has set its limit clearly
We serve a small envelope of milk and sugar
It should be enough
Madness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms
One evening in the corner shop
Calvin Woods sat reading a paper
A tall dark man in a black hood came in
Looking dark and dapper
Calvin mistook him for an African
The stranger said he came from Cairo
Are you visiting or residing, Calvin asked
The other said, “I have gold. I am a pharaoh."
Yet the longer stayed the latter,
The more Calvin grew madder
Until he ran away screaming
While the latter burst into laughter
Worldly Ways, Worldly WoesWorldly Ways, Worldly Woes
Go forth, my son, into our world.
Know its ways and means
Keep your wit and mind alert
Keep your heart clean
Watch everything and every man
Decide to part or follow
Stay awake and await the chance
You'll know both joy and sorrow
So I went to university
I got my degree and went abroad
I hoped that life abroad would make me free
Indeed it should
But though i am free I feel regret
For the thought of freedom remains unlike between men
Some think that it gives them right
To interfere with others' rights
That primes them for a fight
And in the end
It gives me blues in the night
Unlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere Before
Dangerous territory for sure
Seeing his foes advance in the distance
Roger ran as fast as the wind
Occasionally glancing behind him
But he left them far behind
Still he kept running
Not sure when to stop or look around
The sun began to set, the moon was rising
Roger found himself in unknown ground
And everywhere about
There were sights he'd never seen
Signs on walls and over doors
He scarcely knew what they meant
Symbols scrawled by unknown hands
Of things he never knew
And overhead the sky was growing dark
Roger knew not what to do
So he kept walking
Searching for a soul to help
But nowhere was there anyone
Roger thought he was in Hell
Until he found strange carvings over one doorway
Then he realized Hell was not like that
And the shadows gathered closer
Something flew over him with wings like a bat
Still he knew no name of the place
Nor was there someone who knew
Roger shuddered visibly
Still he was lost as to what to do
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
To The HeroesJustice?
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
Strange New World (edited)Strange New World (edited)
Memoirs of a Mad Poet Vol. III
I am a lone and a lonely alien
In this strange new world
From childhood I felt so much
Out of place
Sitting silent, staring dumbfounded
Family and neighbors all derided
Mother thought I was a
So was Einstein, supposedly
Mother exclaimed [to father]
"He lives in his own world!"
I do.Because it is better
Than this one.
Strange new world
I no longer know which one
That I do not belong in it
The citizens stare at me
I am not a monster
Truth to tell
I play better than them
At being human.
I am alien. Not just foreign.
My home world is not on Earth
I have tried for years to leave
Like a lone airplane in its hangar
In a storm
Waiting for the abatement
When it comes,
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