Inconceivable Saint

Exhausted and worn out and spent,
An angel of the highest Lord was sent,
One more miracle,
Left to perform,
So his halo,
Could continue to glow.

He slowly walked along,
Dragging ass,
While his mind sung a song,
Paying no attention really,
By the way,
His name was Beautiful,
And so he was……….really.

Inside and out,
A deliverer sent from above,
To bring faith and hope and love,
Was what he was truly about.

God spelled backwards,
He was man’s best friend,
That’s why he was just perfect,
For his master’s latest project.

The Messiah’s expectations,
Were seven wondrous happenings per day,
Fixing frustrations,
And making generous donations,
When they were done,
He would make meticulous notations.

It happened that today,
This angel was looking to perform his last sensation,
In order to stay worthy,
Of his current station,
Under the Holy Master.

So with that his mind was occupied,
But even so,
Soon he smelled some greasy goodness,
And saw a sign,
Saying that to eat something fried,
One only had to walk on inside.

This may not seem,
Like a likely way,
To find something,
That needs a miracle,
But he did,
He found the someone,
He was intended to,
And they looked downright pitiful.

When he eyed the bar,
We can all relate,
To what that unlikely messenger saw,
Hunched over a plate.

Tattered and torn,
And the tears in the eyes,
Made the person appear forlorn,
So the dog ran up,
And got between the person,
And their cup.

Sitting on the chair,
Beside the one going through,
A living nightmare,
He woofed and wagged,
Until their shoulders,
No longer sagged.

Soon they started to talk,
Pouring out their woes,
And though this was an angel,
Who could not speak,
It healed their heart,
So they could forge a new start.

Before leaving,
He was offered for reward,
A mouthwatering meal,
And when he finally cleared out,
From God he got,
The day’s final seal.

Mission accomplished!
Thought he with satisfaction,
Now he’d corrected a deep sorrow,
And would be permitted,
To work miracles on Earth again tomorrow.

Angels Await

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Super short,
Oh so fucking beautiful,
At times full of shit,
This accurately describes,
Each of them,
But even now,
I’ve a love for them,
That will never quit.

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Beyond the clouds,
These two wait for me,
And right now,
I look up from below,
Wishing that I too could go.

About now they’re walking,
Streets of gold,
Called names like Glory Road,
And Hallelujah Boulevard,
Pretty as any picture,
On a Pacific Island postcard.

I wonder what they do,
Now that trouble,
Isn’t able to be gotten into?
Because they’re Earthly behavior,
I’m sure isn’t tolerated,
By any Angels or the Savior.

I sure hope the boy is over his fear,
And lets the pony near,
Because together,
Is always so much better.

Truth be told,
They may be better off,
Up there as they trod down,
Golden roads,
Time will pass,
But they will stay as they are,
Never growing old.

Most call retirement,
The best years of their lives,
But I don’t return that sentiment,
As the years after being laid,
Into graves,
Is the only time we’re thoroughly released,
From being this world’s slaves.

Of course I wish for them back,
That cannot be helped,
But when it’s making me feel down,
I imagine them there,
Wearing their jeweled crowns,
And gone from their faces,
Are those ever-present frowns,
They seemed too frequently to wear,
When they lived with me here.

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I guess it’s a giant place,
With plenty to see and do,
But still I’ll be insulted,
If I find when it’s my time,
That they never looked back down,
Glancing out beyond space,
For a reassuring glimpse of my face.

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I’ll Just Leave This Right Here For Y’all…….

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True Story

Hi,
From the backseat of a car,
From a little girl,
Almost in tears,
Aged maybe ten years.

Do your eyes see,
What mine are seeing?
I don’t think I’m dreaming,
But I tried,
And it’s no use screaming,
No one will listen,
For this black sheep,
It’s no use uttering even a peep.

Up ahead,
Tangled in exhaust fumes,
I see dragons and monsters,
So fast they drift away,
Between cars and truck trailers.

This was to be,
Her first remembered encounter,
With things of the spirit realm,
And who,
Pray tell,
Was at the helm?

They sure weren’t wearing,
Any kind of disguise,
But even so were seen only,
By this girl’s eyes.

She tried telling mommy,
But was told to shut up,
To just stop making up,
Another crazy story,
So she zipped her lips,
And as mommy didn’t heed the warning,
The spirits got their opening.

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Hindsight now says there’s no doubt,
That the source of origination,
Was those peoples she saw earlier,
They were all dressed in black,
And at the same time as her,
Decided they needed,
To have a little snack.

Eyeing her party up and down,
While wearing smirks and frowns,
Details of what transpired,
May never be known,
But apparently they were able to acquire,
All that was required,
Before the girl left town.

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Not much time passed,
Maybe days,
Possibly a couple of weeks,
Since the spell was cast,
And apparently demons attached.

One night Grammie,
Decided to come with the girl,
And her sister and mommy,
It’s been too long,
To really remember,
What was the errand,
That to this day,
Could make ones hair,
Stand on end.

It must have gotten late,
For it was dark,
When a man tried,
To make them his mark.

On a two lane road,
In a little New England town,
They were on the way home,
When the semi ahead stopped dead.

Dead in the center,
Of a two lane road,
Then he got out,
And they didn’t really know,
What this was about.

Bad things could be felt,
As soon as he stepped down,
From the cab,
So with a frown,
Mommy prayed,
As he sauntered towards,
Their little car,
It made no sense,
At the time,
But by now the grown-up little girl knows,
He was on assignment,
To cause them harm,
Maybe even death,
To reap earthly rewards.

He was almost up to the window,
So mommy rolled it down,
Stuck out her head,
And asked him why was he stopped?
What was so bad up there ahead?

He said something,
It made no sense,
As it was of course nonsense,
Telling mommy her car lights,
Were blinding his sights.

Then he turned tail,
Got back in his truck,
Oh what luck!
Driving off to who knows where,
But at least he got,
The hell away from there.

Within days of that brush,
With certain torture and death,
Lord it’s been so long,
There’s no way to remember,
If it was before or after,
But Satan himself was there,
For she heard what recently was confirmed,
As his laughter.

Driving along,
A country road,
It was curvy,
And the grass hadn’t been mowed.

There were woods all around,
And at some point,
Mommy’s car acted up,
Out of nowhere,
It started making scary sounds.

Around the corner,
There was a big dirt area,
Where cars could pull over,
So mommy turned in,
And right away from the forest,
Came a deep manly voice,
Saying ‘HA-HA-HA’,
It was loud and clear,
And pissed off the little girl,
The moment it hit her ears.

She rolled down her window,
And at the top of her lungs,
Told that man to shut up,
In the rudest way she knew how.

Mommy may have known,
Who was out there,
Because she freaked right out,
Frantically yelling “Roll that window up!
We’ve got to get home”!

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It’s been a few decades,
Since these episodes,
But life being life,
It’s been a bumpy road.

There’s a war out there,
And it’s all supernatural,
The more that’s learned,
The more this and that,
From the past,
To her mind it all returns.

So lucky to be,
One of the few,
Whose eyes got opened,
Who knows everything is magical,
Though only some’s from Heaven,
So be aware,
The rest comes to you,
From the depths of Hell.

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Hey Little Kitty-Kats

In this classic case,
Of being in the wrong place,
At the wrong time,
They picked up their pace,
When the Strange One,
Opened up his jowls,
And let out a heinous howl.

Being so much smaller though,
The cats were too slow,
And the stray wolf,
In need of a pack,
Turned them,
And now there’s no turning back.

Basic house cats,
They were out on a stroll,
For some Halloween laughs,
And sad to say,
That was the last time,
They’d have a normal-cat day.

It was a fun time,
People watching,
And clawing jack-o’-lanterns,
Until they were unrecognizable,
Until a dog walked by,
Who was quite sizable.

Weird vibes emanated from him,
But they paid no mind,
Until it was too late,
Now running was out of the question,
They were out of time.

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That was last year,
And now it’s been a whole ‘nother year,
Halloween,
Has come ’round again,
It’s been accepted all around,
Although it still feels foreign.

Now they’re wolves,
The Strange One,
Couldn’t find a pack,
His magical abilities,
Made others of his kind stay away,
As though he were overrun with fleas.

Due to lack of fans,
The Strange One took matters,
Into his own hands,
He made his own pack,
Out of house cats.

There’s no way out,
For him now,
Though he’s happy to have a pack,
There’s one thing that,
He cannot stand,
And this is when they meow.

All the other wolves,
Howl and bark,
Sometimes in the daylight,
But mostly when it’s dark,
His mostly talk,
When the sun is up,
And each time they meow,
He wishes they’d just shut up.

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Strangely enough,
The pack is content,
You’d think they’d be upset,
But they’ve got a silver lining,
Because to them,
Their master is in debt,
They’re spoiled rotten,
And they’ll never let what he did to them,
Be forgotten.

Visions; A Sneak Peak At Life’s Coming Chapters

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Things can be learned,

In your sleep,

When the day adjourns,

Dream with one eye open,

For answers on fixing what’s broken.

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I’ll never forget,

What that black snake looked like,

He was kind of large,

With a baby- alligator-size bite,

And there to give me quite a fright.

I spied him behind a tree,

And stood staring,

As he was kind of pretty,

With a wide band of reddish orange,

That looked like a belt,

That’s when I noticed his big snout,

Next thing I knew,

He had sidled up beside me,

And when I looked down,

I was not in the slightest alarmed,

I knew he would not manage any harm.

When he opened that substantial mouth,

To try and take me down,

I stuffed my boot in,

Before he could commit the sin,

And that’s how I pinned him down,

With the bottom of his own evil grin.

What did this all mean?

I’ve an idea,

Though I’m not gonna share,

But we shall wait and see,

As this one happened,

Just recently.

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Not long ago,

Needing just a few more winks,

I hit snooze and was soon back asleep.

Before you could say ‘Fucking A’,

Conversation struck,

Between myself and someone not a stranger,

But not yet in my friendship manger.

It was totally bizarre,

We leaned against a little table,

Talking of this and that,

When an enchanting creature,

Happened to come into view.

As this charmer passed by,

My acquaintance’s voice turned sly,

And I was asked something that I reckon,

It’d be better not to mention.

Let’s just say his answer,

Was just what I needed to hear,

As I was beginning to fear,

I had misinterpreted the message,

That had seemed so clear.

Now I know,

It’s worth staying the course,

Though it was coming from a source,

I was unsure if I should endorse.

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My perfect angel,

My fat furry child,

Up until you breathed your last,

You were crazy and wild.

Of course I hoped you’d haunt me,

And then you came one night,

It was not in ghost form,

And you blew by even faster than the storm,

But I guess it was alright,

Since I heard you yourself say,

You’re in Heaven’s stables,

And we shall meet again one day.

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Oh my lord people,

I know this shit sounds mad,

And may make no sense to you,

But it is my guiding light,

They may not be sugar plums,

But those insane visions,

Give an honest glimpse of what’s to come.

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What In The HELL?

One day,

Out of the blue,

Two tiny marks were noticed,

Upon a thumb,

“Where the fuck,

Did these come from”!?

Was the thought,

Until the mind,

Was practically numb.

Little brownish red dots,

That looked a lot like tiny birthmarks,

Why were they,

Never noticed before?

They couldn’t be recent

But they weren’t remembered,

As being there,

Just a year or two before.

Into the head came a notion,

Was this proof of past lives?

Once someone had said,

The fear of certain fanged brutes,

Was likely due to being bitten,

While alive,

In another lifetime,

And this is why,

The feeling of panic,

While in their presence,

Never subsided,

No matter how much,

Time had elapsed.

In theory,

Fang marks,

Are only made,

By things infected by dark,

But are they really polluted?

Because after all,

They had ancestors once,

On Noah’s Ark.

There was strong suspicion that they might,

Be from a snake bite,

There was,

After all,

The infliction of a phobia,

But was that all paranoia?

Or was that fear founded by an incident,

And therefore legitimate?

Though there are tons of creatures,

Sporting fangs,

Not all result,

In the night terrors,

For instance,

It’s known a house cat,

Would not do that,

But who’s to say,

They weren’t wandering in the jungle,

And met head on,

By a lion?

But oh yes,

That jungle beast’s mouth,

Would be too big to leave these marks,

That little kitty though,

Righto! – that one’s a maybe……………

At one point in the past,

Could there have been a Mer,

Who played in ponds,

And swam in seas?

So many creepy critters,

Occupy these places,

And many are with,

Tiny fanged faces,

Yes this one is actually,

A real possibility……………

Very well,

I’ll admit there is no way here,

To be totally and absolutely sure,

Just the same,

These marks are pointing favorably,

Toward this being right,

It’s so strange they seemed to surface,

Pretty much overnight,

Even so I think it’s clear,

These marks were put,

On a former version of a self,

By the object of their deepest fear.

Before

What is done,

And what should be done,

Too many times,

Are two different things.

Life at this time,

Has lost its shine,

Do people’s dirty little tricks,

Too make your stomach sick?

Let us rewind,

Hundreds of years,

So as to get away,

From so many vile liberal minds.

I’ve been known to wonder,

Why wasn’t I born,

Way back when?

Eventually though,

It’s concluded,

That I was,

But then,

Like everyone does,

I was reincarnated,

Time and again,

Until now here I am,

Part of this modern world,

That’s congested with hatred.

How many previous,

Lives did I lead?

What did I get up to?

And did I succeed?

Does that even matter?

To these I’ve no answer.

I’m sure there were many,

Some in the times when being rich,

Required barely more than a penny,

And other souls were so far off,

That a walk to visit neighbors,

Would wear a hole in one’s socks.

I hereby suggest someone,

Invent a spell,

That can take a body back,

To when things were simple,

To when for the most part,

Society was civil,

Rather than sinful.

I beg of you,

Let me go back,

To whenever it was,

That my first life was lived,

Modern conveniences be damned,

The peace would more than make up,

For what I would lack.

If Only I Could Raise The Dead

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Forever grateful I would be,

If you would but come back to me,

Haunt my life,

Make it again worthwhile,

And bring upon my lips a smile.

Feel free to be a weekend visitor,

Or a constant in my world,

I’ll take anything my friend,

Just to unite with you again.

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If you feel like coming home,

I won’t tell anyone you’re here,

So next time you decide to roam,

I hope you end up near.

Don’t you worry,

Your place has been saved,

Never to be taken by another,

Now what are you waiting for,

To knock upon my door?

I’ve heard that these things happen,

And I know if you appeared again,

Wrongs would right themselves,

And this life full of desolation,

Would soon be dazzlingly bright.

It’s a sure-fire bet,

If you’d show your silhouette,

It would brighten my days,

Better than Florida’s sun rays.

If you’re waiting on an invitation,

Well here it is:

“You are invited”!

And for more than a vacation,

I’ll see that the way is lighted,

If you be sure your journey gets expedited.

Creepy With No Name

She saw bright red eyes,

Following her,

And knew they must be part of a body,

Covered in fur.

She would sometimes speculate,

As to whom or what they belonged to,

And she made quick to navigate,

The well-worn way,

That over the years,

Her feet had trod,

Over the sod.

So many things,

Could be the owner of such awful eyes,

And so many reasons they could have,

For using them to spy.

As far as she could tell,

She was the only one who went this way,

And so she settled on the sentiment,

That the way was haunted,

And the Thing was not,

A Thing Heaven-Sent.

For how could it be a human being,

When the eyes in its head,

Glowed such a fiery red?

And when it was out,

Only when most peoples,

Were abed?

A werewolf?

A demon?

A possessed fellow human?

Tonight,

Thoughts of what it was that lurked,

Ran rampant through her mind.

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Dinner-time was long past,

And getting safely home,

Past that thing that roamed,

Seemed a barely attainable goal,

And even more so,

When she heard that feral growl.

Assuming it to be The Thing,

With adrenaline,

Her blood began to sing,

She was frozen in place,

Then before too long,

Something raced and filled the space,

Between it and her.

Nosediving into a boulder,

Smashing her face and shoulder,

She thought herself done,

And expected any minute,

The Thing would tear her to pieces just for fun.

She could feel it,

She could hear it,

Something sniffing around her fallen frame,

She lay all still and quiet,

But inside her head,

There was a crazy riot.

After nearly a minute passed,

She ventured to open her eyes,

And then,

She got a big surprise,

For there,

Right there in front of her,

Not more than twenty feet away,

Were the bright red glowing fiery eyes!

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And through the immobilizing fear,

Her mind began to work again,

Why was it,

She could still feel her aggressor’s breath,

When she could swear that was he,

Right there up ahead,

And slightly to her left.

But there was not much time for theorizing,

For whatever was sniffing at her,

Was too drooling now,

Like she was steak and fries,

And the red eyes just leapt through the air,

Headed right towards her,

Oh now!

What else was going down,

In this living nightmare?

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And so there was a wrangle,

Between the one actually evil,

And the one mysterious,

With devilish eyes,

And would you know,

She was in for a surprise!

Indeed,

An entity did reside,

On her path,

But it had defeated,

The one who had left her mistreated!