I look around and what do I see?
A chorus of people crying ‘Please help me!’
‘My problem is great, more so than theirs.
You are the one to soothe my cares!’
So who is first? Who deserves it the most?
Perhaps the downtrodden or the benevolent host?
A special place lies for those who will try,
For they are the ones who only in solitude will cry.
They carry their burden in quiet despair,
So to help them first would only be fair.
I have the capacity for love,
It was sent to me from the being above.
It swells in my heart to see the hateful shove,
For I have the capacity to love.
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It is said that the great Bale, Lord of all stars and the brightest illumination in the night sky once fell to the land below. His fall was so great that his form began to change. He emerged from the waters with skin like black velvet and eyes so bright they could not be looked upon directly.
He wandered the lands as a man and each night he would look above and long to return to his realm. One day he stumbled across a woman who went by the name of Anna, a dweller of the land. He felt such a sudden rush of affection for her that his starlight energy began to burn white hot.
Anna gazed into Bale’ eyes and was able to withstand their strength. Bale could only maintain his energy whilst he was near her. He loved her and she became a part of him, the crucial part that kept him burning. He offered her his hand and would give her the world above and below. Anna wished for nothing more to be a part of Bale, to offer light to the lands. Before she departed her dwelling and she bid farewell to all she knew the tears she shed filled the rivers. Everything she owned built the mountains and her earthly flesh fed the baby saplings of the woods. Her grief at the loss of the life she once knew was left behind as beauty of the land. High in the realm of the great Bale she felt a true happiness never known to a humble dweller.
Each year, on midsummer’s eve the great Lord Bale can be seen taking his love through the sky in a dazzling display of greens and blues. The aurora reminds the dwellers of the love the Great Lords and Ladies have for them. One day, in a great flash of light, he will return to the lands below.
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There once lived four sisters, who remained very close,
Each had a husband and children to boast.
With a neat house each, lined in a row,
status and wealth clearly on show.
The first was named Scarlett, fiery and wild.
She and Lance had only one child.
Lance had been working late quite a lot,
having fun with his secretary, until he was caught.
Scarlett cooked him his favourite meal,
laced with an ingredient that was sure to appeal.
By the third mouthful, Lance was dead.
He should have considered his wife; before sharing another’s bed.
Then there was Ruby, elder and smart.
She and Jeff shared a love of art.
Jeff was a failed painter, Ruby had the cash,
so Jeff raided her personal stash.
Gone was the wealth she had scraped and saved.
Jeff didn’t care as long he had his way.
Ruby took a gun; no one would steal from her.
Fifteen shots were fired; it was all a blur.
Elder still was the sister named Rose.
Both she and Archie were writers of prose.
Archie favoured filling his day with drink.
He would hit Rose and wouldn’t think.
Rose had had enough as most of us would.
He didn’t treat them as a father should.
She took up the knife the next time he raged.
She stabbed and stabbed so that she may be saved.
The eldest of the sisters was a lady named Blanche.
Her husband, Taylor, had grown up on a ranch.
Taylor was an outdoors-man; he really loved to hike.
This was something that Blanche herself did not like.
She accused him, beat him and screamed in his ear.
‘Why would you rather be out there than in here?’
One day when it had all gotten too much,
Taylor was found hanging by his hutch.
So the four sisters, always remained close.
The judge had seen that stand out the most.
They once had neat houses, standing in a row.
Now they wait together, for their time to go.
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These days we have so much at our hands.
We even have devices that make all of our plans.
We live in a world of electronic coffee pots,
video chatting doodaas and face calling what nots.
On the computer, information at your fingertips,
paying your bills and giving weight loss tips.
But what happens when the technology doesn’t play nice?
Your old friend ‘the freezer’ could just as easily make ice.
When the computer fails, cutting you from the rest of us,
and you actually have to go to the station to book a train or bus,
remember there was a time before social media,
when libraries held more than the wikipedia.
When the intel powered lap top is smashed on the floor,
and the smart phone has been launched out of the door,
when none of the devices talk to you in the kitchen,
when an urgent message is needed – you can always send a pigeon.
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Into the world of imagination you delve.
The glow of the computer screen drawing you nearer.
Picking out the words letter by letter.
Each click released into the air like a virus.
At the entrance to imagination lies a warning etched in stone.
Do not venture too far or you may not return.
The world looks different watching from within the mind.
All the same sights but with a hazy yellow glow.
The streets you walked once familiar, now strange.
The same objects you spied many times before, now odd.
Those faces you have known, every wrinkle, every scar.
Now their eyes glare with suspicion.
Take a chance, walk those silent alleys once more.
Your imagination will never fully clear.
Fill the empty windows with images of your own.
Let the birds sing with a song of your own composition.
Fill the lonely streets with whatever you please.
The laughter of children. The cries of pain perhaps?
There are no rules in the land of imagination.
No morals to govern the comings and goings.
Be free to express your deepest desires.
Don’t be shy to shed a tear.
Grit your teeth, relieve your frustration.
For when the computer screen blinks into darkness, the streets are abandoned once more.
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Run child as fast as your feet will carry you.
Don’t pause for a breath or stop to tie your shoe.
You can look around, cry for help if you like
But this is one time the monster will strike.
You can run deep into the forest, you can hide in the dark,
But we will always find you, for you have the mark.
You will never survive; you’ve already begun to rot,
You can gather wood, set camp just like daddy taught.
It all seems so fruitless now, so close to the end,
When a monster lurks behind every bend.
Our paths are made from the bones of the others,
Somewhere waiting for them are weeping mothers
You will discover as they did, there is now way out,
Burst your little lungs trying to scream and shout.
Just listen please
To the noise of the trees.
They will warn you of what lurks in every inch of this place.
Creatures waiting to snatch you, all eager for a taste.
They won’t wait long, for they are hungry indeed.
Only the blood of a child will fulfil their greed,
All roads lead to the same place in the end.
We all go without a coin, a care or a friend,
So look up child and see what lies in wait.
Thank you little child, for taking the bait.
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April 3, 2017 | Categories: Myths and Tales, poems, webseries | Tags: horror, leo st paul, Myths and Tales, poems, short films, short stories, shorts, this place, vivika widow, web series | Leave a comment
I was once told a tale of two sisters in despair, the made quite an odd and opposing pair.
The first was named Jane, who had a small child.
The second was named Sally, who walked for miles.
Through the dark forest, to the furtherest end,
Sally took comfort in the quiet round every bend.
Sally listened to the rustling in the leaves.
She had memorised the songs of the birds in the trees.
There in the woods, lay a special place.
For it was there that their mother had fallen from Grace.
Deep in the forest, past the first gate,
is where their mother had met a grisly fate.
Sally would return day after day,
even though Jane had warned her to stay away.
For Jane life went on as much as it had,
protecting her child from all that was bad.
Online she had met man she really did like,
So she arranged to meet the stranger who called himself Mike.
Talking and talking, they had done for days,
not really knowing each other’s ways.
With her sister distracted, Sally continued her walk,
with no one to disturb her, no one to talk.
Jane was warned not to meet a stranger,
unknowns on the internet had led to such danger.
Jane took no notice she was sensible after all,
Mike was a good guy, he had it all.
Jane carried on, straightening the house as she went.
Her last thoughts being, what Sally had meant.
She tried to contact her sister a lot,
but Sally was drawn back the murder spot.
Sally found the tree, where it had all went awry,
where her mother had given her final cry.
There had been a lot of blood, or so they said,
when they found the mother, torn, cold, dead.
The river had run red in the pale blue dawn,
for the two sisters, the mother was gone.
While Sally was drawn closer to the horror,
Jane couldn’t wait to meet her new lover.
‘Get some rest before the meet,’ she said.
Her child was content so she slipped off to bed.
Sally could still smell her mother’s perfume,
It had followed her mother into every room.
But alas there was nothing that could bring her back,
just the memories of that fading dirt track.
Had she been cold when she fell into the water?
Did she realise what she had done to her daughter?
Sally could only hope that wherever lay their mum,
she could see what both her daughters had become.
The time drew nearer for Jane to meet her new friend,
closer still was her inevitable end.
With a draw of a blade, the two sisters became one.
Jane now lying comfortably with their mum.
For a very long time Sally had waited,
to be alone in the house, she claimed to have hated.
But wait … another body stirs.
The life of the little child will soon be hers.
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March 31, 2017 | Categories: Myths and Tales, poems, webseries | Tags: authors, horror, leo st paul, Myths and Tales, poetry, simone connelly, tales, torrance media, vivika widow, webseries | Leave a comment