I need Halloween
To hide who I really am
I need Halloween
Pretend like I’m a better man
I need Halloween
To mask my inequity
I need Halloween
To guard my lies and deceit
There aren’t ghosts in the air
That can really scare me
No I must truly beware
Of this mirror’s reflection I see
I need Halloween
Cause I don’t like who I am
I need Halloween
Lord why can’t I be a better man?
To hide who I really am
I need Halloween
Pretend like I’m a better man
I need Halloween
To mask my inequity
I need Halloween
To guard my lies and deceit
There aren’t ghosts in the air
That can really scare me
No I must truly beware
Of this mirror’s reflection I see
I need Halloween
Cause I don’t like who I am
I need Halloween
Lord why can’t I be a better man?
Don’t blame this evil on me
I’m just a created thing
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
Desire can burn
Or leave you cold and alone
I’m the king of fools
Sitting on an old, rusty throne
The tongue is a fire
Sin is the song it sings
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
Vampires feed
By haunted moonlight
They can never live
That’s how I feel tonight
Man kills what it loves
Kisses with a scorpion sting
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
My arms are strong
They’ll hold you tight
You’ll rest so calm
You’ll never want to fight
Like a bat I fly
My black leather wings
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
I’m just a created thing
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
Desire can burn
Or leave you cold and alone
I’m the king of fools
Sitting on an old, rusty throne
The tongue is a fire
Sin is the song it sings
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
Vampires feed
By haunted moonlight
They can never live
That’s how I feel tonight
Man kills what it loves
Kisses with a scorpion sting
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
My arms are strong
They’ll hold you tight
You’ll rest so calm
You’ll never want to fight
Like a bat I fly
My black leather wings
What God made I threw away
Now the devil’s puppet on a string
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Wow Dr. Strange you just keep putting out these poems like you were pouring water
I am impressed at how many you can do in a day. I read in an earlier post that you didnt think you would write again. Does that mean you were a writer at one time? Let us in on your secret!
I am impressed at how many you can do in a day. I read in an earlier post that you didnt think you would write again. Does that mean you were a writer at one time? Let us in on your secret!
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
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I must admit I have written two children"s books and a novel...all of which I have sitting in a file waiting to be sent to a agent ....I havent worked up the nerve to do it...I also have about 4 other works in various stages of completion... I guess I just dont have the self esteem to let someone read something ...other than poems
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
- I B Howlin' Wolfman
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I made comic book characters about 20 yrs ago. I wanted to get back into that next year. Now that RCT isn't the most "important thing" in my life anymore. I may chase that down and start drawing again.
I had a Halloween issue I was planning on. But I never got past the pencil renderings. Maybe I'll try and create an "artist's Corner" of the forums I'll be creating. It'll be a great outlet for artists of any type. Nothing's better than "networking".
I had a Halloween issue I was planning on. But I never got past the pencil renderings. Maybe I'll try and create an "artist's Corner" of the forums I'll be creating. It'll be a great outlet for artists of any type. Nothing's better than "networking".
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You should IBH, I hate to see someone's talent lay dormant....when you get something together make sure you remember to post!!!!
Wild Winds thou shalt blow
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
carry away my saddened soul
tis the time of Judgement
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I’ll pour over you like water
Fill the places you need
Quench your fever with blood
Deep inside plant a seed
You’ll live for the night
Want will be your guide
Beauty carved in marble
Passion never to subside
Two bodies are one
Love is penetration
Death and life dance
To my song of creation
Fill the places you need
Quench your fever with blood
Deep inside plant a seed
You’ll live for the night
Want will be your guide
Beauty carved in marble
Passion never to subside
Two bodies are one
Love is penetration
Death and life dance
To my song of creation
Wow... everyones work is so impressive, I'm humbled. I used to DO this stuff. Music; Lyrics; poems and the like.
I want to contribute to all your great entries but somehow... and BELIEVE me this is difficult to admit, ..... There's just..... NOTHING! I don't know what to think of myself anymore.
I can contribute this.....
It's only "Halloweeny" in that the piece is about a girl who is facing the gallows as a witch. It's from my 'Blue Rose Suite'. It was written way back in the last century!!!! And as far as I can recall, it's the last thing I was really proud of writing. It's called....
THE HANGING OF ANNAZALDA
She did not struggle.
She did not protest,
This innocent flower,
Facing death like a guest
In a fleeting moment,
Amidst the zealous din
Her eyes did meet mine,
And I saw all she held within:
A life of wonder and beauty.
A life of gentle pride.
A life that had been ready,
To stretch Its arms open wide.
Now, poised at the gallows
Her face was not long.
She simply wore a tender smile
Then forever, was she gone.
I want to contribute to all your great entries but somehow... and BELIEVE me this is difficult to admit, ..... There's just..... NOTHING! I don't know what to think of myself anymore.
I can contribute this.....
It's only "Halloweeny" in that the piece is about a girl who is facing the gallows as a witch. It's from my 'Blue Rose Suite'. It was written way back in the last century!!!! And as far as I can recall, it's the last thing I was really proud of writing. It's called....
THE HANGING OF ANNAZALDA
She did not struggle.
She did not protest,
This innocent flower,
Facing death like a guest
In a fleeting moment,
Amidst the zealous din
Her eyes did meet mine,
And I saw all she held within:
A life of wonder and beauty.
A life of gentle pride.
A life that had been ready,
To stretch Its arms open wide.
Now, poised at the gallows
Her face was not long.
She simply wore a tender smile
Then forever, was she gone.