Ghost Train RadioOld American Radio Piano
Posted on November 28, 2021
Radio Station
W. A. I. L.
Voice of The Banshee
And the Sounds of Hell
The old Tack Piano
Hear it's dusty keys plink
Ghostly echoed sound
Makes your heart sink
Old tube radio
Sounds from the past
Old Jazz Crooners
From a 1930's class
Sounds of nostalgia
Hear it's mournful sound
Piano playing by itself
When there's no one around
The Minds Eye
Posted on November 19, 2021
It's fantastic
What we humans see
When our eyes are open
Internally
The Internal
Affects the External
When our eyes are open
Autumnal or Vernal
The External
Influences our brain
Bringing pleasure
Or pain
Autumn's paradox
Such color in death
Vernal is green
A baby's first breath
Images beget moods
Color the minds eye
Accentuate the positive
Or scare us deep inside
Take the moon
You'll either sing
Clair de Lune
Or songs filled with doom
You get to choose
Decide what you see
Darkness and sadness or
Light and Beauty
Radio Ghost Train
Posted on November 18, 2021
My second song with Cello.
All aboard
The Ghost Train Special
Pulling out of Station Zero
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Rapping
Guess it's time for us to go
Destination
Is the future
We will get there when we do
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Slapping
The night air is cool
Band aboard
This Haunted Train
Playing sad songs from the past
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Rattling
Through a tunnel in the mountain pass
There's no light
At the end of the tunnel
Or in this long dark shaft
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Cracking
A loud ghosts shrieking laugh
dia de los cabeza muertos
Posted on November 2, 2021
All of a sudden, I’m playing violin and loving it. I’ve been playing open strings and just practicing bowing for quite a while, and I thought I’d only ever use it just occasionally and for very small parts.
The last couple days seem to be a mini breakthrough.
The Thing In The Attic
Posted on October 29, 2021
The Thing in the Attic
Neither Goddess or God
It snorts and it grunts
And smells rather odd
We never go up there
We leave it alone
It frightens us nightly
It's low steady moan
They said it was haunted
We didn't believe
We thought what we wanted
Our selves we deceived
The Haunted Organ
Posted on October 28, 2021
In the basement
I hear music
No one's down there
I hear noise
Someone's singing
More like moaning
Like a banshee
High pitched voice
Descend the staircase
Turn on the light
The sound has stopped now
Nothing in sight
Radio Tombstone
Posted on October 27, 2021
Radio Tombstone
Late at night
Hear her distant cry
Through the static
And the fading
Spooky Lullaby
"Don't sit under
The Apple Tree
With anyone else but me"
It's too late
He's found a new mate
When you became deceased
Skelegram
Posted on October 26, 2021
Skelegram
Glass Insulator
Food for Thought
Incubator
Only Sent
To the Dead
Forelorn Messages
Never Were Read
Ghost Train Radio 
Horror Show
Posted on October 27, 2021
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