OctPoWriMo 2015: Day 11: I Did It My Way

I Did It My Way

When they sneered at me

And what I believe

When they tried to force me to see things their way

I went ahead and did it my way

When they told me I was zany

Said that my thoughts were evil

That I wasn't fit to be among decent people

I kept on doing it my way

When they called me nefarious

Said that I was consorting with the devil

Just because I talk to ghosts

I still did it my way

Sometimes their words made me unhappy

Many times my heart was broken

But lying about my truth would bring no joy

So I always did it my way

Perhaps to those in the mainstream

My beliefs seem a little extreme

But I always try to be good and do right

At the heart of it all, that's my way

~Spectra~

Notes:

I'm Spectra, and I do Tarot readings and speak to those beyond the veil. I've always had psychic abilities. I grew up in a small town, and the rumors flew. I got tired of trying to convince closed-minded people that I wasn't Satan's sister, so I just let them talk. 

Eventually I moved away and didn't have to deal with them any more. Sadly, the world as a whole is rife with closed-minded attitudes.

It's hard to believe, but there are still plenty of people who think that "witch" equates with "devil worshiper." 

If anyone else has esoteric beliefs or simply an open mind and a desire to make the world a better place, you might be interested in Team Netherworld's Open Minded Search for Truth page.

Truth is not one size fits all. We are all walking our own path. The one thing we all must do, first and foremost, is harm none. That includes not spreading lies about those whose paths are different from our own.

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 26

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Hitchcock was indeed a master

I also loved his dry sense of humor on the Alfred Hitchcock Presents program

A trivia niblet:

Bill Mumy once spoke about working with both Alfred Hitchcock and Rod Serling. He said that Rod Serling was just the sweetest guy, so easy to get along with. If anyone messed up a line, he'd say "hey, that's all right, let's try it again."

Hitchcock, conversely, said:

"Little boy, if you mess up that line again, I'll eat you."

Just a little fun, remembering a talented curmudgeon who was one of my heroes of the film world. They don't make 'em like him any more!

Driving Force

For Spectra Ghostseeker

Sometimes the drive I feel to enter our secret universe 

And tell the tales that creep and crawl and dance and sway from synapse to synapse 

Is nothing short of frightening

It makes me wonder if perhaps I'm truly mad

In the darkness of my mind, spooky images delight

Where this compulsion to dream darkly comes from is mysterious

Why have I always sought the shadow?

Why have I never desired to dance in the light?

A clock striking midnight sets my heart to pounding

I tear out my heart and throw it upon my keyboard with a thud

I pour out my life's blood in these tales that I craft

Indeed, they may be nonsense to the outside observer peering in the window of my mind

But they mean the world to me

~Dolly~

Word Prompts: 

                                     Frightening

                                     Darkness

                                     Spooky

                                     Mysterious

                                     Thud

                                     Striking

                                     Midnight

                                     Pounding

Resiliant Sky

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Like tearing of cloth

Lightning shreds across the sky

The sky remains whole

~Spectra~

To Ronnie With Love

July 10, 1942 – May 16, 2010

He's been gone for many yesterdays

And though he was no longer young

We thought he'd be around for many years to come

But the last grain of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass

I always thought him to be perhaps a real-life elf

Did he board the white ship and sail away?

I think if he could choose to, he would want to stay

But he was wise enough to know you can't fight fate

He always put on quite a show

But he never acted like he was better than another

He treated those he met with the kindness of a brother

He was always kind and humble to everyone he met

Disease does not discriminate

Cancer stole away his breath

But even following his death

The works he created remain

He was a small and humble man

But he was larger than life

~Spectra~

This poem didn't really come out in the style of Ronnie James Dio, but is instead a tribute to him.

I was thinking of this song when I wrote it.

She's been gone since yesterday
Oh I didn't care
Never cared for yesterdays
Fancies in the air

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Love should be a simple blend
A whispering on the shore
No clever words you can't defend
They lead to never more

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Summer nights are colder now
They've taken down the fair
And all the lights have died somehow
Or were they ever there

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes

The Horse Thief

Durn nice headstone for a horse thief! Image found here.

A man did a dastardly deed

By stealing the old farmer's fine steed

The farmer's sharpshooter son

Came out with a gun

The horse thief has now gone to seed.

~Spectra~

The Skeleton In the Closet

 

A maid was working alone

When she was surprised by a man made of bone

Out of the closet he strode

Then walked down the road

To the Rainbow Alliance's home

 

~Spectra~

 

 

 

Born gay, follow the ray

Born straight, refuse to hate

 

 

 

A to Z Blogging Challenge: Y is for ???

 

A to Z Blogging Challenge

Y is for ...

by

Spectra Ghostseeker

 

As far as we can determine, there is no poetry form beginning with Y. So we will tell you about William Butler Yeats, then create a poem in the style of one of his.

 

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet born June 13, 1865. He died January 28, 1939. He is considered one of the foremost poets of his time.

 

Here is a poem by W.B. Yeats

 

DREAM OF A BLESSED SPIRIT

by: W.B. Yeats

ALL the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
 
One with her are mirth and duty;
Bear the gold-embroidered dress,
For she needs not her sad beauty,
To the scented oaken press.
 
Hers the kiss of Mother Mary,
The long hair is on her face;
Still she goes with footsteps wary
Full of earth's old timid grace.
 
With white feet of angels seven
Her white feet go glimmering;
And above the deep of heaven,
Flame on flame, and wing on wing.

 

~W.B. Yeats~

 

And now, here's mine.

 

An Unsung Song

 

A zeal for life he never did find

His sorrow always showed in his eyes

Such troubles he always had in his mind

And nobody heard his soul's cries

 

No-one was there on that fateful night

A shot rang out unheard

His body was found before morning's light

What followed was more than absurd

 

The sad final act of this troubled man

Was exploited for shocking effect

What was done is something I can't understand

A display of callousness and disrespect

 

I heard he was a nice fellow

Who sadly felt little of glee

People have disdain for suicide

I wish we'd open our hearts and see

 

He deserves so much more than the pain he had

He deserves more than his unhappy end

This sorrowful case makes me feel helpless and sad

For a lost soul who needed a friend

 

~Spectra~

 

Per Yngve Ohlin (January 16, 1969 - April 8, 1991) was a Swedish heavy metal musician. An actual photograph of his suicide was made into a bootleg C.D. cover. The fact that people continue to circulate this photograph shows callous disregard, both for this troubled young man and for his surviving family.

 

 

 



A to Z Blogging Challenge: W is for Wrapped Refrain

A to Z Blogging Challenge:

W is for Wrapped Refrain

by

Spectra Ghostseeker

The Wrapped Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each; Meter: 8,8,8,8,12,12 and Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c.

Refrain rule: In each stanza the first 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) at the end of the last line. This is what wraps each stanza with a repeated refrain ...thus, the Wrapped Refrain.

First the Example, then my Burnt Offering.

Let’s Steal Away to Meet Again

Let’s steal away to some place cool,

     with rivulets that foam and pool

beneath a wooded, shady shore

     that frames the rocks with sycamore.

The afternoon has just begun; without delay,

let’s meet beneath the shaded sun...let’s steal away.

Let’s meet again where once we knew

     the buttercups with golden dew;

we scurried to our hidden spot

     where I recall forget-me-not.

And, we shall have the promised dreams that we did then,

as we revisit hideaways...let’s meet again.

Copyright © 2007 Jan Turner

Doom

Foolish people hell-bent on

Making ourselves be dead and gone

Always hurrying off to war

With prideful need to even score

Bombs have no regard for monument or steeple

What the hell are we doing, we foolish people

We think warring is righteousness

In our proud short-sightedness

We believe in our agenda

It is weakness to be tender

Taking peaceful actions is nothing but boring

When asked "what action should we take?" we think warring

~Spectra~

Wordless Wednesday: Wild Rye

A to Z Blogging Challenge: F is for Freestyle

A to Z Blogging Challenge: F is for Freestyle

by

Spectra Ghostseeker

Ah, Freestyle. My Favorite Form of Fonicks! (No, that's not a real word, or at least it's not spelled like that and it doesn't mean anything in this context.) 

I like Freestyling. I don't have to give a Fuck about any Foolish Rules. Don't have to Fiddle around with couplets or rhymes or syllables. I'm Free to let My Freak Flag Fly.

So I will, in the Following Freestyle.

Feeling This Way

I'm feeling way too bipolar

Way too broke

Way too little hopeful

Way too overwhelmed

I'm ideating suicide

Wishing the asteroid would hit

Or my car would blow up

Or I'd drive off a cliff

Because if I'm to be really really honest

(Which I am on days like this)

I really don't think it will ever get any better.

I'm getting too old to fool myself any more

Too jaded to believe in dreams

When is my ship coming in?

Bastard already sailed.

You think I'm too bitter

Too pessimistic

Too gloomy, too grim

I think I don't care

So, I'm feeling this way

But unlike a lot of people

I'll say it out loud

Or at least through my keyboard.

This is the way I'm feeling

This is the way it is today.

~Spectra~

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld

E is for Epitaph Style

A to Z Blogging Challenge:

E is for Epitaph Style

by

Spectra Ghostseeker

An epitaph style poem is a small blurb as would appear on a tombstone indicating something about the person buried in the grave.

I've got one for my crew.

Here lies the Undead Blogging Team

In the A to Z Challenge, they ran out of steam

~Spectra~

C is for Clerihew

Clerihew poetry is named for its creator, Edmund Clerihew Bentley (10 July 1875 – 30 March 1956)

Spectra will pop off a few for you utilizing some of our Netherworld folk, and herself.

Image credit: clairev / 123RF Stock Photo

Spectra Ghostseeker

Is a Tarot card peeper

A zany old lady

Who tries to make the future less hazy

Photoshop manipulation by Cie Cheesemeister.

Ed is on the left, his guy Dave is on the right.

Evil Ed is one of our borrowed characters. He was our favorite in Fright Night. 

Dave, who is our creation, is the twin brother of Dwayne Hicks (IV), another borrowed character.

Actor Stephen Geoffreys, who played Evil Ed, is openly gay. So we thought that Ed should be too.

Evil Ed is a vamp

Who's a little bit camp

We think it's completely okay

That he's openly gay

Stephen Geoffreys played Evil in Fright Night
That he wasn't more famous just ain't right
He's got less hair today
Which is completely okay.

One more, and then I must run!

Lafayette is furry and black
He's a cat, as a matter of fact
Good luck finishing your clerical task
As on papers he likes to crash

Thanks, see you at the Letter D!

~Spectra~