Posted on June 20, 2022
If you have a conscience
Then you have a soul
That holds a place for
Your Eventual Ghost
We may not survive
Or live forever
But we are vessels
Place holding our soul
Our soul is our
Earthly heart
When we pass on
That's when we start
Chorus
When we die
We only start
Our Eventual Ghost
Comes from our heart
I was raised in the Episcopal Church, and have read quite a bit of both the New and Old Testament. While these were written by some old dudes a long time ago – I think a book of morals is a good thing. I also think any religion that is based on The Golden Rule is great. But sadly – I gave up religion years ago due to so much hypocrisy and those who use religion for their political and other money making devious ventures. On top of that – fundamentalists and in your face bible thumpers just plain suck. No wonder churches are closing down right and left.
There is still a part in me that thinks – maybe – just maybe – there is something that is bigger than us ant like humans and that maybe there is at least some Devine or cosmic force in the universe. I say this because I can look at stars and the moon at night or just the beauty of nature during the day – or perhaps witnessing a kind loving gesture by a human being and then some of my erstwhile faith is restored. But man, its getting harder and harder it seems.
Nature makes me feel like there is a God – and humans make me feel like there is a devil. Just kidding (not kidding) – there are some really, really bad humans that have polluted this earth the last 5 or 6 years. Parading as saints no less. Charlatans Jesus threw out of the Temple . . . Throw in gun violence – and what a misery stew.
Any way – none of us live forever – so I have been reflecting on what we are and what a heart and soul is. No definitive answers – but it is an interesting thing to ponder every now and then.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
Horror Show
Posted on October 27, 2021
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