In lovin' memory...
Here is the link to the online google (documented) Obituary:
The Raising of Lazarus
‘‘43Then Jesus shouted, “Lazarus, come out!” 44And the dead man came out, his hands and feet bound in graveclothes, his face wrapped in a headcloth. Jesus told them, “Unwrap him and let him go!”’’
~ A reading from John 11:43-44.N.T.
Ancients of days
Hear our pleas
Listen to our cries
Every pang from
Of our hearts,
Minds, & Souls
The thing watches
Burts out guffawing
Seeing their attempts
At toying with
Not satisfied with-
Any demise of
Our loved one(s)
All hell surely
Does break loose
When you toy
Or play around
The natural order
Of life ‘n’ death!
Who is now
Back & ready
After the short
Trip to the
Seem to listen
Use it at your
Be my guest
Not to cry
Reaches out to you
Pulling you in a cycle
Of unending use of
The Pet Sematary…
Need to be left alone
And not used
For our own agendas
To help bring back
That which needs
To be put & left to rest…
What we bury…
Should be left..
Right in the ground!
Buried, and left to rest…
At least for the time being..
Nov. 10th, 2022.
What to name him? They had puzzled over this for such a long time. With their love for Sir Isaac Newton they knew exactly what they would call him.
They fawned over their young boy~ providing him with everything that his little heart desired. At first he had cried to have his own space to conduct and work on different school projects. His parents were quite amused by this & had high hopes for their junior Einstein.
But they should have really paid much more attention to what their jnr. Einstein was up to!
For his first project- he had hidden behind one of the garbage bins of The Sampson’s place. Their daughter, Susie, had spotted the young Einstein collecting bits & pieces of something laying by the front porch of her home. She screamed upon coming face-to-face with the on-going work conducted by the junior scientist. In his hand he held a small hammer that he had grabbed from his Dad’s toolbox. Susie sobbed after seeing the remains of her precious cat, Ginger, left near the front doorstep like a present for a pack of vultures in the Serengeti to enjoy.
Susie’s parents had complained to the boy’s parents…what kind of young man were they raising who had the audacity to come and easily mangle their sweet little Susie’s cat? After that incident, Susie’s parents told her to get ready to move to another location. They were afraid of living right next door to the little monster.
After that the next incident was unfortunately much worse than the first. One of the neighbors watched the kid playing with a box of matches in another neighbors backyard. He struck the match, and tossed it over a pack of other matches. When the boxes lit up into a hungry flame that raged like a roaring lion, the shed in that section of the backyard ended up catching on fire, & that chemical reaction set up another reaction of the sheriff kind. The neighbor who had seen the whole thing happen had called the police. They reprimanded the kid & advised him not to cause any more mayhem.
As the young boy grew older, he kept getting into lots of greater trouble: from ripping one of the kids in his class’s clothes with a pocketknife; to stealing money from the local barber’s cash register; punching his Sunday school instructor after he had heard something they said about the way his parents needed to discipline him more; selling dangerous concoctions & mixes he had created in his parents basement.
One day his parents decided it was time he went to a special place to get some time to meet with a specialist. He was picked up at his place by a group of heavily built men who reminded him of The Undertaker. They had barged into his room and placed him in the back of a silver van. His mother wiped the tears from her eyes and waved goodbye, but his father shook his head for a short while before looking away. Then he pulled his wife back into their home when she stood in the driveway for what felt like ages.
He was taken to a facility that was interested in exploring how far his mind, and energy could be worked up, or at least until he was beat. They placed a chip in the back of his neck. This way they could keep track of his exact location wherever, or whenever he was in time.
A few of the folks who recently joined the team were playing around one of the machines in the facility. They placed the new guy into it, & clicked some buttons. The machine whirled…
In a flash of a blinding white light, the newly added facility member vanished. The two guys rose from their seats in the frontside of the machine. They faced each other & said at the same time, “Crikey!”
Meanwhile, the new facility member had closed his eyes the moment the blinding light had appeared. When he opened them much later, his eyes landed on a street light in a place that was unfamiliar to him.
A voice called from the shadows. This startled him. He calmed down seeing that it was only a young woman.
She approached him with a warm smile. His hands slightly brushed the sides of hers. She then swung something toward him, but as quick as lightning he managed to block whatever it was. He felt the flow of liquid drip by his wrist.
He had never seen his own blood before. This made his heart skip, not from fear, but now his mind switched from being in a peculiar town, to one where he was ready to see what this oddity had for him to explore. With his other free hand he swiped the sharp tool from the young woman’s hand.
She yelped and gulped. Her eyes shook in fear. Here she had thought she could have taken this frail looking form down, alas, she’d been quite mistaken! Sir Isaac Newton’s laws of motion were not working in her favor…not tonight.
He swung the tool with great force across her throat. Blood splattered from her (carotid) artery right across her attacker’s face. He let go of her form, letting it drop onto the ground.
The sound of a whistle made him take off into the night. A policeman who had been on night watch duty thought he had heard a scream. The london fog at such a late hour, past midnight, was thicker than the sludge of stone soup his Great Aunt’s on his usually quiet (except for this time) shift.
The newspapers the next morning were already selling the news like a nice, hot cuppa to the folks in the city:
THE DAILY BREW
August 8th, 1888
LADY OF THE NIGHT FOUND MURDERED BY LOCAL POLICEMAN
Brave policeman finds body of a lady of the night. The woman’s body was found on the ground. Local detectives are still puzzled with the case and going to investigate further this gruesome kill. The killer is still at large. The woman killed was identified as: Ms. Martha Tabram. Her killer’s whereabouts, or name are unknown. But some folks who say they might have heard a scream coming from the victim’s direction informed the police the killer ripped some organs from the victim’s body. It is the most gruesome murder so far in this part of the little town of London. Others interviewed about the murder have began calling the killer— “Jack…”
28th October, 2022.
(At/) Chez Chessington(’s)
The house welcomed you with three sphinxes at the front gate...an androsphinx (lion with a human head); a criosphinx (a lion with a ram's head); and the hierocosphinx (a lion with a hawk/falcon's head)-leading down a long gravel path past a row of mulberry bushes. After that part of the entrance, the towers of the home greet you as if you have stepped into a period clashed between a grandiose Victorian home, and a mix of modern style- where the house had more open space on the first level with light coming through the textured iridiscent wooden framed glass window.
The sitting area/space in the house on the first floor has an entertainment system with a smart telly which can slide back and forth into a space in the wall with one click of a button. For ultimate comfort the couch potatoes who stay (at/) chez Chessington('s), the seats come with a seat warming setting with another click of a button (this one at the side of the chair that can also recline).
Most of the days the house is left to take care of itself, and even the master bedroom on the first floor is usually not used for the majority of the day (Mr and Mrs Chessington leave their place before the crack of dawn to attend to their jobs for the Ministry of Chronomancy).
But then this place is not always left abandoned. A young little boy spends most of his early infant days/times with someone dear to him...not too long ago... on a clear, bright, and sunny day...
Theobold ran spiraling up the redwood staircase in his cashmere hoodie. A pair of knoblly hands grabbed him pulling him in one swift motion that surprised Theo. He did not expect his nanny to always manage to keep up with him. In the back of his mind he surmised that she must have been a witch. Especially with the black dolman that she wore everytime she was in charge of taking care of the lad.
Theo and his nanny spend most of their hours of the day (well, Theo lives there more so than she does...for now) at 219 Leynah drive. Almost every home in the neighborhood looked the same: with a massive black gate around the perimeter of the home, the back of every home had an olympic sized pool, including a garden full of...roses, chrysanthemums, countless ferns, plus a small pond that had some black as the midnight sky and red like the jupiter sun koi fish. The only difference was the other houses did not have Theo, or the pleasure of being in his nanny's presence. If you asked Theo's parents about what they thought about her they would respond with one word: darb.
The young lad's toosh was dragged along the jewel onyx coral polished porcelain floor tiles. His caregiver turned to face him, and wagged her finger with her free hand at the lad. His curly reddish-brown hair covered a section of the left part of his face. She bent down to brush the young one's hair right behind his ear, but it was stubborn like an untamed wild pony/stallion.
The nanny took a long deep breath, and sighed. This kid had so much energy, she smiled and thought to herself how his older sibling, Kweenie, who was in boarding school at the School of Arts, Magick, and Necromancy (SAMAN) was the polar opposite. Theo's older sibling was like a gentle young quiet tigress who would rather work on completing a puzzle before heading to explore mother nature, whereas Theo would want to spend most of his time outside enjoying trying to catch one of the morpho butterlies, and dipping his hands into the tiny pond to get his hands on one of the koi (at this point he would have to be taken back indoors).
His nanny lifted the child into her arms, and then hoisted him onto her broad shoulders. She took off with a slight gait down the stairs. The eyes of Theo's parents (Mr and Mrs Chessington) from the pictures on the wall along the staircase seemed to be disapproving of the current method of play between the nanny and Theo. The caregiver did not pay attention to the pictures on the wall as her mind was focused on enjoying her time with Theobold Chessington II.
#ChezChessington. (c) Octobre 25, 2022.
Die Geschichte Der Zwillinge
The young man took a deep breath in, and smiled at his family. He was not certain of what this new place had in store for them, but he hoped that they could put all their troubles away and make it their new home. They had packed everything they owned into giant cardboard boxes, hoping that it would all remain intact at the back of the moving truck that the man of the house decided to drive. He did not like the business of trying to contact movers- playing phone tag with them to determine when their belongings would finally arrive at their final destination.
The twins smiled back at their father, and stared at the bags under his eyes. As their solo guardian, he made sure to strap his kids into their seatbelts even as they tried to worm their way out of his firm grasp. For a pair of tiny squirts...they sure were quite strong, as well as determined when they set their minds on something. They had tried to push, even pull with all their might at their father's necktie- close to nearly choking him as they tried to get out of being placed in a safe position. Their father had wiped the beads of sweat that had collected along the top of his shiny, hairless, bald head using a dark navy-blue handkerchief from the front of his matching navy-blue coloured jetted pocket.
As soon as he arrived at the brand spanking freshly renovated house, he unstrapped the little humans and led them into the massive home. The kids mouth opened wide at the sight of the beveled glass that whenever the light hit it at the right angle, it made it seem like there was a reflection of a range of colours of a rainbow across the window.
He yawned, and stretched his arms. It had been such a long day: with setting out a time to hand over the old home to the new owner (who wished him well seeing that he had his hands full), later planning out the best (and fastest) route to use to get to the neck of the woods, and then thinking of how he would manage all by himself (not to mention figuring out who would take care of his children while he was at work).
His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of laughter from the two kids. He laughed, too, seeing them bump and maneuver themselves from a section of the stairs to a lower part- like it was a slide.
The evening arrived with a slight drop in the temperature. He rushed to prepare a fast meal for his kids. Checking one of the boxes he had packed and already opened up in the kitchen, he found a box of noodles. He quickly rushed to put the kettle on...not for tea, tea-time had already passed.
The whistling sound of the kettle alerted him that the water was ready. He poured it into three noodle bowls, waited for the noodles to steep for a bit just like tea, and when they were ready he served them.
After their bowl of noodles; he prepared the kids for bed. They jumped right onto the air mattress (that their Dad had remembered to pack). He tucked them into bed. They whined for a couple minutes informing their Dad to read them a bedtime story before they went to dreamland.
He nodded his head. Tossing it back, a story came to mind.
"There was a young man who met a beautiful young lady. He wooed her, and cooed to her near her cottage. All the kingsmen, and other knights were not amused. They did not like seeing the princess with this young dude.
"They gathered together, meeting at the Olde Tea and Spice grand bazaar. One of them informed the others of a fine plan to get rid of the princess' swain. They had conspired with one of the sages who provided them with the ancient spells of ages.
"The young man happened to stop by the bazaar that day. As soon as he walked right into the bazaar, various kinds of powdery substances were tossed onto his body. The powders made him sniff, and as he sneezed his body changed. His eyes bulged like a tomato...his neck swelled with scales forming around them making his entire body look alien.
"With an oink here, and an oink there...everywhere he went the oink sound could be heard. The group of the kingsmen, and knights were proud of their handiwork. They did not tell the princess what happened to her beloved.
"At the stroke of midnight, she fled into the woods and whispered to the trees there. Her cries were heard by two spirits that appeared to her in the form of children.
"She smiled slightly at them before they gave her a hug. They promised to find her sweetheart.
"They traveled near and far. Into the heart of the woods was their final pace to search, inside the depth of the forest mage's hearth. They knocked on the mage's door.
"The mage told them to enter her humble abode. Seeing the familiar faces of the two beings, the mage said, 'Oh...to what do I owe the pleasure of having Hans and Gretah in my presence in the rosy-pink light of dawn.
"Hans and Gretah both asked, 'Where is he?'
"'Where is who?'"
"Hans and Gretah plunged with full force at the mage. The mage scurried into the shadows, with a snicker coming from the void.
"They blew with lots of force at the spot the mage had beetled to. Their breath circled in a forward rush forcing the shadows to reveal the mage. The mage had his back turned, not realizing his body had been revealed.
"Hans and Gretah flicked their fingers and chains sprung out from their palms. They swiveled around the mage.
"They searched the back of the mage's chambers, and found a room that had a smell reminding them of a mix of rotting eggs, spoiled beef/chicken, decaying flesh, and flies buzzed around the tiny room. Hans and Gretah covered their mouths, had they been mortals they felt as if everything in their bellies would have been regurgitated.
"They projected the emotion felt by the princess and linked it with that of the young man's heart. From the corner of the room they heard an oink.
"By the edge of the Black Forest, the two reunited the lovebirds. Their hearts were glad to be back in each other's embrace."
The story had come to an end, and the twins lay asleep on the air mattress. Their gentle snoring made their Dad give a slight chuckle.
He kissed their foreheads and said, "Good night Hansel. Good night Gretel. Do not let the mage loose; that silly goose."
#DieGeschichteDerZwillinge. (c) 24th Oktober, 2022.
Chants for the disenchanted
Leaves descend— falling
In a diZzYiNg motion-
Hands try to grasp them
But in a blink of
only one grǽg eye
The leaves begin to
Burn once they hit the
Molten bubbling ground
The hands then tremble
At the sight of the…!
*SCREAMS* & *RUNS*
Its not lava~but
Sea.ring blood from the
Eyes of the pine tree.
Happy (almost) Halloween fellow poets, writers, authors, & creatives. Just wanted to share a link to my (new~ish) podcast— its still in the works- not sure how many seasons/episodes it’s going to have…yet.. but stay tuned, or at least enjoy the first part of The Shadow Man series.
I will attach the link below.
(let me know if it actually works, hehe, technology is its kind of like magick.) Hope to also at least get some more new works/parts in for The Shadow Man story.
Here is the link:
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#TheShadowMan (c) Octobre 18, 2022.
The Shadow Man
Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake.
The eye sockets of the deceased around the witching hour blinked with a sight of fright at the sound of my new found hound configuration.
Then realizing there was nothing to fear, the skulls had shifted their mandibles, and soon I heard them burst into laughter at my attempt at magick.
I turned and looked away from them...and hopped on my golden broomstick, flying away from the mass of churlish pushed up daisies.
As I left that ancient elvene burial ground, there were whispers among the skulls later past the witching hour of an awakening of something that had been left undisturbed for many eons, and now it had been awakened and was ready to scour the earth for witches once again.
#TheShadowMan (c) Octobre 18, 2022
Human limbs/fingers all splayed
About the small dark cave
Loud buzzing heard coming from
Lit up spaces in the walls
Oho here come the fireflies
Watch out for their deathly lucibufagins
Everyone in the village knows
Especially the children that
Never smile when fireflies glow!
I. In the tenth month, during the week of the full moon..my coach’s eyebrows rose at such a high point within the solar noon duration, the two seeming to almost look as if they’d soon be right on top of his head as seen in some cartoons, getting ready to float in the air not falling into place at all like the rest of our own. Soon a shriek was heard coming from the back of his throat. This would have startled a herd of cattle for sure, and they’d have all started running toward the hills. Well, some might have even tried to jump over the castle gates. But that was not likely to happen. Anywho, I am defined by—the keys that I have lost/lose- not only for a room, (or rooms), but also for losing the key/keys to the tune of a song, tune, or melody~ that ends up throwing the harmony of the group’s timed singing. I’d try to apologize to my coach…not now maybe some other time when his eyebrows at least follow the law of gravity like the rest of our own.
#Define(d) (c) 13th Oct., 2022 Jeudi.