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Armageddon; the Old Ones came

And Cthulhu roamed free

Nyarlathotep came to me

And gave me clothing in Zodiac-style

Then I went with Him.

On a bat, flying in mid-air;

Beasts were coming: huge bears

But out of reach, not out of sight

And there were enemies behind us

Who tried to pull us down.

I told this to Nyarlathotep;

And he said: “Wait one moment”

Then in hyperdrive we went faster

And flew out of sight…

The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.

From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis.

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...

With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.

A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I almost drowned in the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

I woke up,

in the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

who was able to the macabre.

Enveloped in sheets, in silence,

The sheets stay still, 

But in the mind is the scream--

the visit from you that won't stop

I see you; you do not,

I scream, plead and cry,

And you go on and on, with your life,

All I want, all I need, is to be 

needed, and wanted

You cry, and I scream to let me

Soothe your pain, to let me 

help in any way, 

and you stare into the distance, 

while I'm in limbo stuck,

in this sickly state I stare:

I want to be released. To let go and yet

Somehow this is still a.

sweet, silent.

scream

Tardis

(time and relative dimension in space)

By jfarrell

(inspired by dr who)

This is why I love free verse…

My life story, history, autobio…..

Goes on for  a billion pages…

But

In a poem

1 page, 4 stanzas

No rhyming couplets

But a rhythm that rocks your bones….

Kisses your soul

And dances the twist with your heart….

Here,

Not only can I describe what it felt like,

Back then,

I can whisk you away in my time machine

And you can feel it, experience it for yourself

And

If you’re familair with dr who…

You know to keep running away

Coz the daleks, cybermen and all horrible monsters

Running after you….

You look like their next dinner

I am the TARDIS.

A wordsmith.

But, still

A happily committed drunk!

Don’t Look

By JFarrell

Don’t look

You won’t, can’t see it;

What stalks you smiles, wide

It wants you to look

And fail.

You know it’s there

You feel its breath on your neck

You can hear its hunger.

Look ahead, straight forward

Look nowhere else;

Take the tiniest bit of your perception

And focus on the corner of your eye

You’re not looking

You’re not using your eyes

You’re just focussing….

THERE!

You saw it, didn’t you?

The watcher from the deeps

The devourer of all

Your loving shadow.

Don’t look

Don’t waste time looking

It’s really time for you to…..

RUN!

I was seated in a car,

but we weren’t driving.

Mysterious man with me,

Alhireth-Hotep; I suspect Thee.

Bags were on the road,

Babies popped out.

Yes, my mind is weird

but it makes me proud.

I stepped out of the car,

this I had to see!

But a black man with a gun,

was halting me.

I tried to ignore at best,

I had to take the babies

away from this evil man,

and I looked at the bag;

another popped out!

I'm not.
The words I would always say to myself as an excuse.

I'm not.
The excuse that removes any sort of responsibility from me.

I'm not.
Not what? Not capable? Not worthy? Of course I am.

I'm not.
I have a soul strong enough to bend the world,
I have imagination to do anything I want,
The world is in my fingertips.
Of course I am.

I'm not.
But when my mind grips a hold and the nightmares of
Memories beyond that imagination of mine wash over me,
And all I can remember is how I felt when I held
Broken bones of the person who had saved me so many times over.

I'm not.
Not young? Not without pain? No.

I'm not.
But I can sure as hell still stand with this sky on my back and
Say to the world with pride “I am!”
Because what I'm not means nothing to me.
What I am not doesn't define me.
What I am is what shapes my soul,
And gives me the strength to move forward.

I'm not.
And at the same time,
I am.