Ghosts

-Casper-

September 12, 2013

 

1.

 

She walks a strange peculiar walk,

sunglasses mask her piercing stare,

and yet the masses stop to gawk,

and whispers fill the Autumn air.

 

I know not why she walks this path,

she has no story to be told,

you'll feel no hatred in her wrath,

her smile will never keep you warm.

 

But when the people look at her,

they'll see a goddess with no fault,

when sanity begins to blur,

they will succumb as she has planned.

 

And in the end I know not of,

a way to bring her from the path,

her bleak and dreary kind of love,

will satisfy them none the less.

 

So let her falsely resonate,

with empty shells she echoes best,

for it will take a twist of fate,

to bring her ghostly form to life.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a model I happened to run into today. 

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Paper Heart Ghosts

The Kids Stuck Down,

His Name is Sergeant So and So,

Passed Straight Down Through The Blow Hole,

Right Past The Stretchy Styled-Ends,

In the Garden Grove Bend,

 

A Contact with the Great Golden Goose,

 

Pacin' and Rustin' Around Town,

Kids' Got a Bad Disposition,

 

Thoughts Kept Sergeant So and So Stuck in the Ground,

He Plays Castle With The Grapes,

 

Divine Wind Coming Down,

 

Well It Comes,

And It Goes,

The Strangeness he Feels,

Like Paper Heart Ghosts,

 

And So Mr. Sergeant So and So Sank Through Pocket Holy Holes,

Deep Into Dusk Filled Right Rows,

Claustrophobic Dust Low,

Blackening Packs Of Blurry Eyed Us,

Money Made Back In Piggy Bank Backs Breaks Pretty Little Thinking Tanks,

 

Well It Comes,

And It Goes,

The Strangeness he feels,

Like Paper Heart Ghosts

 
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Yig - The Deadly Snake

Folder: 
Visions

Yig went out of my head,

Wasn't I so sad?

In me male and female snake,

O Yig, please don't be awake.

 

Fastly in the taxi they put me

O let dead not have me!

But dead again I went,

This is what Nyarlathotep meant.

 

O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,

A female snake in each human you see.

So Tawil took them all out,

And dropped to the floor humans about.

 

Zombies were left on the Earth

Everything dead, everything burned.

Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,

This story was never before told...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A vision about the Serpent-God Yig.

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Yig, The Deadly Snake

Folder: 
Poetry

Yig 

 

Yig went out of my head,

Wasn't I so sad?

In me male and female snake,

O Yig, please don't be awake.

 

Fastly in the taxi they put me

O let dead not have me!

But dead again I went,

This is what Nyarlathotep meant.

 

O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,

A female snake in each human you see.

So Tawil took them all out,

And dropped to the floor humans about.

 

Zombies were left on the Earth

Everything dead, everything burned.

Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,

This story was never before told...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A vision I had.

When Ghosts Dream

Folder: 
Poetry

And when the dead lie down to sleep
in the cradle of the worm,
their gleaming dreaming souls the angels will keep
in the arms the cool breeze
of the unseen ever-after.

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Trapped

She sees with her eyes, what you see in your dreams.
Monsters and ghosts dance round and round.
She is forever trapped
between a dream and reality;
between this world and the next.
With good and bad she walks a path
trodden many times before.
Never ceasing, always seeing.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I want to add more to this...It will come to me eventually, I suppose

"Transparent"

Folder: 
My Work

We came together from pieces,
life was slipping away.
I thought that whatever life teaches,
we could learn from each day.
Mistaking anger for passion,
chaos colored the skies.
Thunder and lightening was crashing,
and all I saw were wild eyes.

Are we part of a vision,
that sees deeper than we can?
Are we the start of a mission,
should you be holding my hand?
Can we arrive there the first time,
to save each others' screams?
Are we the reason love is blind,
or must we sigh, in dreams?

I stand alone here now,
though you remain so close.
Flesh and bone; I fear somehow,
that we are becoming....ghosts.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About a fractured relationship.....

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Ghosts of days gone by and voices that remain silent

No one speaks of those events
the evening when a soul was required for the game
when four young kids called out into a realm
they did not understand; opening a door that would not be
closed unless one should be offered as a sacrifice.
Is this hazy specter beyond the glass, beyond reflection that very soul;
the ghost that will not let go?

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The Melancholy Summer of Dreams and Shattered Fate

One summer spent chasing a ghost
one summer spent haunted by her melancholy yet beautiful presence;
at every turn, she was there
in every dream she was there
calling out to him;
reaching from beyond the void of the reflecting glass
as if trying to feel the warmth of his skin
as if trying to hold onto the life once lived;
from this fate neither could escape.

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