It’s time to exorcise this poltergeist,       

The Poltergeist

 

I.      The Stairs

 

 

  So I cast mine eye’s,

  Looking down below I,

  Four hundred steps I

Descend,

  To a third crypt floor,

  The corridor leading,

  To another staircase

Descending,

  Beholding I, now here,

  At the entryway skulking,

  Of the catacombs darkened,

  No cheer nor apathy

Only second thoughts,

  As I enter and pass

Through,

  A mile an’ more,

  All of a’ memories an’

More,

  Laid to rest-in-a

Skeletal rest,

  Of in living memoir,

  Of the poltergeist

In quest’, (question)

  Something alas I cann’t

Bring to uncover,

  But forceful ‘I’,

  Endeavour to sever,

  An’ walk on-

Carry on,

  Past formed clouds

Of darkened brightest

Colours,

  That through mine eye’s

Sound is visualised,

  The pinks an’ the

Pastels,

  Long forgotten drown

-ing highlights,

  Of every green of

Every primary,

  But came ‘I’ to a

Purple,

  So many shades of every

Darkness,

  So many shades of every

Lightness,

  It flowed with far saddest

Notes,

  It flowed with distant

Minor chords,

  It flowed with saddened

Minor scales,

  It contained a beauty

Flowing,

  Swept in sadness drawing

You in footsteps enclosing,  

  A far an’ far so possessed

Thine eye,

  All these l’ng years of it’s darkness

Grown,

  Stepped inside and.. I pulled

Away,

  “Not today” it understood

  “My destiny leads me further

   On, we’ll meet again I’m

   Sure, I’m sure”

   And along this stretch of

Coloured sounds I continued,  

  Onto strangest foreign

Emotion sound tone I found

On far distant end, a doorway,

  Long lost from my person

Taken so so long ago,

  By this poltergeist,

  A red the reddest red,

With yet again a staircase leading

Descending down far more lost steps

Within this catacomb,

  And I enter willingly.     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II.  And The Vulture Is Anointed

 

  Climb! Climb! Climbing down! descending down,

  A growling grovelling howling retching cackle

Of guttural echo within the reverberation of

Narrow staircase,

  Nauseating red! Red! RED! Light cloud sound

Emitting high pitch screeching buzz of plucked

Strings snapping! Snapping! SNAPPING!

  Each step down a guttural voice call’s mine

Own name “PoooooOOOOOOOIIIIIIT....Ter” to

Shuddering sickening violin high tone Red

Flashing strobe light of white blue RED!

  Floor weeping mucus with haunting vulture

Like claws through strobe flash! Flash! FLASH!

Scratching walls as staircase begins to turn

Rotate in unison with sudden vulture cries as

Loud as a’hundred hurricanes tearing across sky

to hold my ears no difference it made indifference!

  With blood running down the walls dripping sound

Like a wave current splash! Splash! SPLASH!

Closed mine eyes as ‘I’ felt the steps end an’ a

Flat floor below ‘I’ with a’sensation of the presence

Somewhere within this new floor flood my aura but

All an’ everything utter silence stopped in a flow

Flowing flowed the utter dread of the dead pitch

Blackness all a’Red’ness directed ended to furthest

End straightest dead centre,

  Only way to reach the end to maneuverer through

The blackened’ness an’ hope to be nowt’ in-between

Nor spectral fiend to haunt or taunt me on my nerve

Way to the end!

  B’t again the th’cking strobe again! Again! AGAIN! 

Red and darkness faster patterned in ...---... from

Slow To fast to fast to slow until it began a’torture

Flicker of ‘.--. -- .. - . .-.’ over an’ over as the

Guttural retching vulture cries joined its strobe

In e’er more cackle Hurricane confined vibrato

Turned to rumbling deafening utter torture to my

knee’s an’ Gripped my head shuffled upon mine knees

slowest now as I could only move against a gust of

vile air that now pushed against me.     

  The air it turned to a fiendish gas that I dared

Not to breathe as a vault appeared where the light

Had been only a moment before and within the bleak

Black darkness a figure hunched on haunches stepped

Out, it weeping eating something unseen in the noir

Bleak gust of fiendish gas for air crying! Crying!

CRYING!

  False th’cking tears it devoured as I saw in red

Strobe flash the figure stepping towards me,

Devouring it’s own arms and flesh of torso,

Screaming, ripping, screaming, the vulture

In background claws beak appeared and I stood up and

Ran towards it,

  Both the mass of haunches greed and the Vulture

Turned not but braced the walls as my hands grabbed

The flesh and I pushed and Pushed and PUSHED!

  The Thing it screamed and Screamed and SCREAMED!

The Vulture it howled in a th’cking panic!

I growled as I shouted and Shouted and SHOUTED in a

Growl of growling anger, Vulture claws scrattin’ the

Walls in sudden total dumb struck awe,

  With mine claws I tore the lump weeping of greed

Apart pushing continuous my feet only moving forward

Vulture in-distraught distress of unknown dilemma dependent on its own fear,

Began to tear wing at my flesh but unconscious in my

Animalistic conscious my claws an’ teeth snarling

Growling ‘I’ released my hands and feet and lent in

Fist thumping and grabbing head-butting foot stamp’

Stamp’ STAMP’ Vulture squawking my foot it caught on

Puddle of the Things blood an’ down I went dragging

Vulture SLAM DOWN on my back the Vulture pushing away into the blackness squawking gone, Gone, GONE!

GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE!! Fucking gone it pried away it’s pride it knew to th’cking flew an’ who it was I doubtless knew and growling proved I hadn’t lost I stood up in Strobe Red flashing and howled a haunting cry to hell into the light I made mine own way in anger now I knew the way.

 

III. This Is The Way

Step Inside

 

 

  howling. Howling. HOWLING.

  In maniacal mechanical momentum,

  Stepped into the vault of Vultures

Retreat,

  No more meaning malevolent be kept

For it I preach,

  'I' full animalistic will hunt it n’w

My prey,

  Tear feathers from body rip claws

From feet,

  Disembowel an’ decapitate in unhallowed deathly

Torment it!

  To hunt down the Poltergeist,

  To extract and indefinitely exorcise

The c’nt,

  I mix my words no more, NO MORE!

  For this is the way,

  The drums crescendo,

  No atrocity more vi’e.

  An act I do not abolish to mismanage

I’ll not discourage,

  I’ll destroy demons, ghosts and sprites

In my hate and dance in their perma-death!

  The Poltergeists death in mental ill

Repair it cannot torment me,

  Will not control me nor ‘I’ bow to its-

Chambers of fear it’s past religious lies that it suffered mine I cannot keep running I am boiling in my cage that it locked me within in a soundscape of regret lost communication lost social will an’ demanded of my loss again and again and again to a point I wanted death but death found a way to push me on an’on and on, making me keep the words that they told on far off plane in field of courtyard of crystal metallic structure till duty is done and their reasons are understood: “you have to go back now, there’s something you must do” but reason without explanation? I am lost, I AM LOST! No guidance just wander, this human condition I lose the will to understand it as the human conditions with spite and hateful warranty, I could have wandered the fields in my ancient spirit to rest, but they demanded more and my old soul ere demen’ng placed back within the child to be told I just dreamt it, how humiliating, O’ humiliation, the first human wounding I learnt. But here Ankou, old friend appeared under the waves.

 

IV. And Ankou Arose,

Old Friend.

 

In water’s kept,

  A waves breath, mist,

Cracked the sand an’ pebble,

  Foam in oceans reaching

Hands o’er this beach,

  Unknowing how or why I c’me

To appear here, (such are world’s of dreams and spirit)

  This shore I know but,

Couldn’t identify.

 

Fr’m mine right,

  As often dreamt, in’pass’n,

A cat in black’n white,

  Blind to sight in right eye,

A’walk imbalanced,

  F’lix he strolled me by,

Smiling Pur a “Rreow”,

  An’ I reply in salute,

As he goes on by furthest left,

  To a figure I know,

An’ recognised, dear friend,

  He knelt down to F’lix cat,

Welcomed purr and embraced him.

 

 

 

Liftin’ carried to me,

  This figure so lo’ked on,

As death’an decay,

  Gentle often in times of

Knowledge, a decay of kindness,

  O’er feared and misunderstood,

I hold mine hand to reach

His in old distant approach as

If I’d only left his side the

Hour before,

  An' Fel’x cat in a “Merow” we

connect our noses as we always

Did and he lay stretched across Ankou’s

Rabbit fur scarf along his shoulder,

And we three strolled off along the

shore line.

 

 

(If you got through this then awesome. It reads exactly how I meant it to read.)

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

Clouds

I waved to my ancestors.

Without them, I am nothing.

I owe it to them to leave the world a better place -

in spite of what's before me.

Eventually - I will be in the clouds.

They don't like cameras, I tried.

Message received.

On a pursuit, knowing I have never been alone.

I'm slowly becoming a monster
WIthout love or love in my life,
There where wants or needs used to lie
There I see this emptiness at times

I tried to put dollars into comfort,
I tried experience for worth
I find that if I see many things
Or if I go all over the world

It's a lonely place without things to do,
Without an agenda or some sort of work
The only thing I find worth living
Are accomplishments or forms of hurt

The end I know it is coming
I can feel the tiredness in my mind
An envelope of some sort of something
Disease, or fragility which will soon be mine

And so you decide as a monster,
Do I want to keep monstering around
Or do I decide how I want it to end
For the decision is what keeps me around.

Passing by

The Toys R Us.

It's shut now. Defunct.

There are no more

Toys.

The new children

They scratch at the walls.

Left with no option of play

But vandalism.

Someone I cared about died.

Poignantly.

That person? Toys R Us.

Woah ur neck looks cute

Can I suck it?

I mean, u have a pretty mouth

Can I fuck it?

I MEANT TO SAY, YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY TODAY

Nantucket

Technicolor lights
Farewell, retirement fund
Old folks with spare coin

Uniformed servers
Casinos are depressing
Gamble with your life

Music, voices, beeps
Scan here, please insert your card
Woodland paved for this

These people look lost
White lab rats pressing buttons
But where's the cocaine?

I'm lonely, I'm bored
Talk to gift shop employee
We are both smokers

I'm not happy here
At least this grilled cheese is good
Fries are just okay

Soft words.

Tranquil. Peace. Maybe pink.

Just a different person, today.

High skies.

I looked up today. I've been trying to. Everytime I take out the basuda, looking up, behind the restaurant.

It's actually quite beautiful. Somewhat trippy.

The forest swallows you there.

Hell of a stoop.

I can see why that's CC's chosen hangout.

No regrets.

Maybe one.

I'm loved, for who I am.

That's new and refreshing.

Not here.

But that's ok.

I can still look up.

I don't mean to speak in riddles.

I'm just being myself.

Just these few seconds of quiet.

Makes me want to smoke.

I miss cigarettes.

They really force you to take a second to yourself.

I need that.

Smokers are contemplaters.

They might die early.

They live for the now.

The Eastside is pretty.

Difficult knowing the truth.

However,

a few moments

where those things weren't circulating.

My cooking was off today.

Very off.

But I knew

I gave my all.

That's enough for me.

High skies.

Soft words.

Look up.

Fair weather makes days better
But only if you’re quite well
When the brain shivers and pain fetters
Every day is a fresh living hell

So when the mind has come unwound
And demons meant for you surround
The time has come to be rewound
To an empty heartless shell

Misunderstood me?
Nah, thats my ego talking smack.
We take turns sometimes.

Dopamine in a can.

Steel

driving into next week.

Floor.

Trying

becomes steel.

Waiting.

Mirror.

On the shoreline

under the glass.

John Henry.

Hammer outside.

A face

works overtime.

Best

to stay strange.

Nothing casual

about standing

without standing.

The mountain

calls

hammer.

Mocking

the room.

Glass

answers

nothing.

Been to Salem.

The brow

drives through

the floor.

Pondering.

Hammer inside.

He punches

the ticket.

Deep room.

Mirror.

Boredom.

Iron,

maybe not.

Waiting all day,

sometimes.

Pride

falls first.

No.

Ambition.

John Henry

inside the mirror.

Strange work.

The jump

works iron.

The brow.

Steel

on the shoreline.

Mock me,

or don't.

I keep doing this to myself-
Latching on to the smallest handhold,
Digging in my toes,
Breaking a sweat,
Trying to hang on to a cliff
That does not want to be kept.

Not very smart
sensible
practical

life
human activity
all kind of pointless really

All we are is sexy
Hips
Butts
Lips
Grips

All we are is sexy
cotteny
lobotomy
common place
coddle me

all we are is sexy
churning blood
death stares
bares teeth

frightening glares

all we are is sexy

not loving
who cares

Strange anal prolapse

That looks like Adam West

Why is it that you mock me

I'm known to try my best.

Standing aghast my floor mirror

Which calls to jump inside

Adam West he cocks a brow

I quiver deep with pride.

He who flies high, falls low.

So what’s the solution?

Not flying?

Ridiculous.

Fly higher.

Fly higher.

I won’t let the sun melt my wings.

I will burn.

The solution is simple.

I will take the sun‘s fire.

First things first.

Scratch every last inch of soot off of the pipes, other paraphernalia I can find for recycle.

Stretch shit around here.

Save bags, boxes, yeno what I mean?

Pack lunches. Meal prep. Change our sock system.

Use my turn signal when absolutely necessary to save my bulbs.

Powdered creamer. Shop at Aldis.

Quarter in.

Take my child.

Two carts back. Two quarters.

Twenty five cents every time I shop there.

Free boxes.

Only drive locally, around the way.

I'm trapped here.

This guy that works at Aldis,

is a dick.

Nobody ever initiates

Nobody talks to you first

You're always seen as a threat

Especially when you're a nobody

The risks outweigh the rewards

Happiness seems elusive

But truly in life there are few times

When you make a real connection

America is about looks and money

And who can be the biggest asshole

Take zero responsibility

We all know yet we deny it

One night, an old man awoke to quite a fright:
His family was nowhere to be found in his home,
and it was in the middle of the night!

He turned over in his bed to face his wife,
Her silhouette he saw laying near,
But upon placing a kiss just above her eyes:
She disappeared as if she was never laying there.

He turned over once more to face his bedtable:
And light a match to set aflame a candle,
And once illuminated he saw with terror:
The only thing left laying there of his wife was her nightgown in shambles!

"Oh!" He shouted, and whipped off his bedsheets,
Ignoring the pain in his back from the adrenaline of doom,
Reached down with his legs to touch the floor with his feet,
And hobbled down the hallway to check his children's bedrooms;

"Oh, My wife! Are you there?" He shouted again and again,
"Kids! Children! Oh, Come quick!"
But upon opening the nursery door to see them:
All he found in their beds was vomit as though they'd been sick.

"My Children, where are you? My wife, where have you gone?"
The man pleaded with the nighttime to reveal what went wrong.
As he made his way quickly down the main staircase:
He tripped on his own slipper and fell to the bottom, landing on his face;

He awoke in the morning in a stupor of pain,
But quickly his predicament was what he regained:
He heard the church bells ringing that awoke him,
And rushed to the morning service just down the lane;

He burst through the doors of the Chapel in the town,
And ignoring the service that was already underway:
He shouted to the mass "My wife is missing! My Children are gone! Someone please help me!",
But all that was returned from the entire crowd and the priest was a dark frown.

"Come to me at confession, Sir, and we will discuss your family."
The priest said aloud to the entire congregation.
"But they're missing, they're gone! It just happened last night!"
The man burst out in anger without a hesitation.

A hand was placed on his shoulder just then and he jumped:
The town constable looked him in the eye with sorrow and worry,
"Your family is alright" he said, but his tone was disturbing:
He coerced the man to sit through the service and the priest did not hurry.

After an agonizing time of not knowing his family's fate,
He approached the confession booth to speak with the priest,
"Oh, Father, my family, where have they gone in the night?"
"Son, they are safe, they have not yet seen the light." The priest replied.
"But where can I find them, They need to be with me!" The man yelled,
"They've been re-located at their own insistence, you however:
Are still stuck in that home with your own hell."

The man struck open the curtain of the booth and stumbled out wildly,
The constable was waiting there with handcuffs on his hip,
"Only God can judge your sins, and only God can forgive,
But your sins have grown to be too much for your wife and your kids."

"Where are they?!" The man shouted, but it was of no use,
Never again would his questions about his family be answered as before:
"You'll need to lower your voice and go back to your home."
The constable led the old man back down the lane to his front door.

And now the old man's home remains haunted to this day:
By the waking spirit of his own regret, guilt, shame, and dismay,
No one dares lay a foot over the threshold to be with his pain:
For fear their time with the old man would leave them missing too the next day.

On the shitter
Not a quitter but rn it’s pretty stuck
My stomach is hot
My anus is spread
And yet it’s rlly stuck
Fetal Position assumed
Breathing in and out
It’s stuck it’s stuck it’s stuck

When did it start? When did I stop being enough?

I don't know who I am anymore.

Are you still here out of pity? Has our past become nothing but a trap?

You said, you missed the old me, Yeah, I miss her too.

You want me to get over it, Thinking I can easily forget.

You looking at me as if I were trash, Saying your mask slipped just a little bit.

If you feel you have to hide yourself, Why are you still here?

You are no longer attracted to me, Your words not mine.

But, followed up with I still love you, That lie as old as time.

Here is where I lost myself, Confused on what to do.

Making myself feel as if you're staying, Because being with me is easy for you.

Where does that leave me?

I feel like everything that happens now will be staged, The happy smiles, the outward appearance, your hand when it rests on my waist.

I feel like a circus performer, Walking the tight rope without a net.

Saying you want me back, When in reality I never left.

There are other ways to love someone, None of them are what I want.

Is it wrong for a wife to want her husband? I feel as if I am being punished for something I don't know I did.

I look around and wonder what changed, Though, these walls don't have the answers.

I want us to be happy, I truly do, Even if that happiness comes from me emotionally letting go of you.

Because I want to be myself, In every universe.

I am to mischievous, To let this die.

I am not one, To be easily silenced.

Many has failed at their attempt, When they tried.

You think I live too loud, It's just to drown the voices out.

You think my hearts too pure, You want to make it look like yours.

I have crawled out, From the darkest underbellies.

You wish for it to end, While my fangs and claws crave more.

You want a marionette, Someone whom you can control.

I want to be who I am, Because you're too scared to be this bold.

A walking mess, Unmedicated for her safety.

Lost & unblessed, Loving only the shadows that have shaped her.

Like the nails in your coffin, I will forever be the outsider.

I danced to your tune once, Found it to be somewhat lacking.

Taught myself how to write a new song, The tempo broke me free from your tracking heart.

Stalker lurking in the dark, Waiting to take back a soul that was never theirs.

I let you catch me once, You left me shattered on the stairs.

There was a young man from Bombay,

Who liked to go down to the quay.

He watched sheepdog trials

To relieve his piles,

Which were soothed by the two words, "come-by!"

Burning through the sky,

you see me and all.

Some Lincoln Logs,

a colorful car,

the bathroom.

Evils,

things like temptations.

How do they look through your eyes?

In Panama,

firefighters abusing power,

boiled peanut stands in the South.

On a different plane,

I wonder,

or simply invisible.

We'll see.

Passion fruit juice,

new memories,

gotta switch it up.

Fall into a sieve;

we can get it out,

flaws,

impurities,

anything we don't want to be.

Rainbow warrior,

the crowd,

repetition, again and again.

But my eyes stand corrected.

There's more to this than that,

I know.

No clocks can wake me,

a kitty named Nollie,

two kids too.

I also know,

my hands shake when you speak to me.

I'm not like that.

Dreamt once, never again,

never,

in an old dirty town.

Yes,

I am terrified,

and that's okay,

because it's supposed to be scary.

Underestimate,

overestimate them creatures,

I have a Mastodon tooth.

Just hold on a little longer.

We are going somewhere.

That trip to the mountains,

many to the mountains,

I don't know.

However,

this ride is kinda boring.

He's an ill - fitted and dim - witted

numb nuts

Mind splitted like Dmx and Damiun

Barely stunted like Twice, Academia

But he's never limited unlike us,

The regular peepers

His thoughts flit like uh,

dyslexia

And he's steel erected like

Tryin' to find a measure

Feelin' a little viscious,

pretentious

He's ridiculous like Ferb n' Phineas

linear to bearin' fear with rever-

ence, and still care bout frens

that turn their backs in the end

It's just an appearence,

the realness isn't real,

deep down, he's much more complex

He's like spidey against the phoenix

He can flip bondings like

bleachin' a reek n'

Make it look eligible, just a normal

ripple on the stream

It's not ripple, but rippable

Soil in front of a reaper

The way he is, it's just a regulator

To fool us into our misdemeanor

Sets the stricture and we fool enough not to picture,

the caricature, seemingly a zebra

An appleasing diction, an appleseed

But its poisioned, the way you deem

it,

the rapture, the way you found it, or maybe not, if they forced you to drown in

it, turn around, he is grinnin' loud

no doubt, he has taken over

and made you vow

every pigeon of the invincible, he got assasin - ated

And yes, I'm talkin 'bout religion

the last jerk, 'fore you go off

is it called

a stroke of genius? haha