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.
The Lovely Bones
Hers is a helpless cry,
Tears only she sheds,
From confidant to spy,
Her piece of heaven she transcends.
Taken by evil,
Her kin grows feeble,
All a taint in perfection,
But the killer draws no attention.
A devil basking in pride,
An angel wishing to guide,
Her saviors to redemption,
And she to retribution.
Hers is a journey cut short,
One that only yet begins,
Guilty end for one who sins,
A trial that ends not in court,
But in a heaven she molds.
two souls in one mind.
enough to break
one already broken girl.
her other half vanishes
leaving her alone
in a world that she does not
she had grown accustomed to darkness,
yet now she is thrust into the light
people she'd never met
and a girl in the mirror that keeps getting closer.
a boy that understands who she is.
a best friend with roots in magic.
a murder that she doesn't remember.
she doesn't remember.
something has been woken up
a snake that curls in the dead house of her mind
fangs that whisper to her.
it must be destroyed.
and it's his fault,
the boy she trusted, the boy she loved,
he has killed her other half.
he has awoken the monster.
and she's doing things now
that she swore she'd never do,
broken promises to a girl that no longer exists.
the girl in the mirror is here.
a ritual conducted
her mind on display
each room of her dead house
in an attempt to find someone
who is no longer there.
tongues cut out
the ritual gone wrong
there is only one way
to fight fire.
and the world burns.
I stare at my team,
Remember who your friends are.
Ruby’s glistening gem,
Decorating her wrist.
Oscar and the smile hiding in his eyes,
The clank of his cane.
There’s always Adrian.
He smiles when he sees me,
Lighting up his whole face.
To him I’m not Insomnia,
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
The hunchbacked skeleton hugging Esmeralda's
a heart wrenching symbol of love and devotion.
For all, Quasimodo was a monster and slave;
and under his grotesque figure, only she saw,
a kind heart that also needs to be saved.
To satisfy lust, the beast beneath deacon Frollo,
ordered Quasimodo to abduct the dancing fairy;
but the slave got punished for his master's deeds.
For saving his life, Esmeralda fed him water,
and it was elixir of love for him in the pillory.
For the murder she didn't do and the witchcraft
she never knew, Esmeralda was hanged.
The beast ensured that, if he can't have her,
then no else can either have her or see her alive.
And thus the gypsy girl died and Frollo laughed.
For Quasimodo, Frollo looked cruel than the devil,
so he pushed the deacon from the Notre-Dame,
to deliver him straight to the devil itself.
Quasimodo also vanished into thin air,
only to find hugging Esmeralda, in the charnel house.
Where The Wild Things Are
Mischief, that’s all Max’s mother seen.
He was wearing his wolf suit.
As he ran around, acting obscene.
She’s had enough!
She let out a roar, “Wild thing”, she screamed.
Max told her that he’d eat her up.
So he was sent to bed, no eating or anything
Max was misunderstood.
He hopped on a sail boat, quickly.
His imagination was very vivid.
Soon he arrived where the wild things must be.
The beasts tried to make him fearful.
He said “Be still”, taming them magically.
They claimed him to be the most wild thing.
Max frightened them because he wasn’t afraid.
He was crowned to be their king.
“Let the wild Rumpus Start“, Max yelled.
Max & the beasts danced around, some did sing
Max had enough!
He sent them to bed without something to eat.
What Max wanted, was to be near loved ones.
So he jumped on his sail boat, off to sea.
All of the beasts wanted him to stay!
Unhappy, the beasts showed Max their teeth.
It didn’t work, “we love you“ they cried.
He knew home, he’s destined to be.
Finally, Max was back in his room.
There sat his dinner, a nice surprise.
The best part, it was still warm!
Where the Crawdads Sing
Young girl, abandoned by all
Left in the marsh to care for herself
Kya did the best that she could
Despite the ire of the townsfolk.
She was dubbed “Marsh Girl”,
And only Jumpin’, Mabel, and Tate
Knew who she was–
A kind, resourceful, bright young woman.
Tate went away, abandoned her
As everyone else had done.
She lost her faith in humanity.
Loneliness caused her to trust Chase, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
He lied to her, used her,
Took advantage of her.
She didn’t see it because she was so lonely, so hungry
To be loved and accepted.
Kya and Chase ran into each other in town.
A girl with pearls introduced herself as his fiancee.
Kya ran away, maddening Chase
He came after her, attacking her as her father had attacked her mom.
One night, while Kya was out of town,
Chase died, and she was accused of murder.
One friendly lawyer, nice to her since childhood,
Defends her to a jury of her “peers”.
Kya, found not guilty, returns to her home.
Tate begs forgiveness, and they love each other.
They live together among beautiful creatures
Deep in the marsh where the crawdads sing.
Many years later, Kya dies in her beloved marsh.
Deep in grief, Tate goes through her things and discovers the truth
Told by a hidden shell on a string.
Kya was guilty of the murder.