This was the view thru the lampshade in my family room. Natural light. Bwaahaha!!
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Horror House
© 2014 Michael Fiveson
Lost souls peek through the spider infested curtains, waiting for another sad story.
What?
On a chilly day in early November I walked without concern until I heard what sounded like something flying past me at a very quick speed. So quick, I could not see it, although I could feel a presence and there was an awful smell, like something that died long ago, but refused to give up its stink. Again and again it swooshed past me and my steps became more urgent as I became genuinely afraid. I passed someone’s trash and grabbed an old 2×4, just in case I might need it. That would be fine, if it was a human I was sensing, but this was something else, I was certain. Then I heard it and could not believe what it said
“I want to suck your blood”…I looked up and…and… oh my God……there it was!!
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
P.S I can no longer see my reflection in the mirror, which turns out to be a blessing. My wife really likes my stamina, but my dog only growls at me. But the best part is that there is a vampire convention next year in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and flying there will be much cheaper this time. Quicker too.
Well Past Bizarre
This is the story of what I found a few days ago when I went into my basement to look for something located close to where I store my paint cans and buckets. This is what I saw…
Now what in the hell is that I wondered and upon closer examination saw this….
Apparently a can without a cap had some leakage and morphed into an alien from outer space, or at least looks like what I always thought they might look like. You can still see the spray nozzle that was consumed to create bone and structure…
Note the oblong cranium which is a sure sign of an advanced being with superior intellect..
This head is as hard as a….head, and must have formed some time ago. Note the brain which is partially outside the skull. So far it has not chosen to communicate with me, even though I find myself sending it messages….including “please don’t hurt me.”
WHY ME! WHY ME! (should I sell it on ebay?)
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
Invader
Attached to my screen window…..peering into my home….reporting back to the mother ship….help me! help me! Aghhhhhghhh!!!
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
All Gone
his father told him
not to worry
and to meet him
everyday
after dinner
by the fence
that separated
where the boys lived
and the men lived
and so he did
everyday
and the minutes
they had together
were all that was left
his mother
and sister
were somewhere else
in that awful place
where people screamed
and disappeared
and there was very little food
and it was cold
and he had to pretend
to be older
like his father told him
because younger boys
are taken somewhere
and never return
he did not know why
they were taken from their home
so many
such a long trip
filth
agony
sickness
pain
despair
death
so each day
he went to that fence
for many months
as his father grew thinner
and his mother
and sister
were somewhere else
I love you, said father
be strong
be brave
work hard
come tomorrow
my son
and so he did
except his father
was not there
that day
or the next day
or any other day
again
and all that he had
was all gone
in that awful place
called Auschwitz
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
Anne Frank
I will confess that only now, this late in life, am I reading Anne Frank’s diary.
With just 20 pages left, and her demise imminent, I am reluctant to finish it, as I know how I am going to react, and I am already grieving. During the course of this read I have fallen completely in love with this brave and enchanting girl who was so far beyond her years. Still, she had a child’s innocence while teetering between remarkable insight, bravery, fear, and a young girl’s fantasy.
I find that as I get older certain things punch me right in the heart, and my soul bleeds openly. Our world is filled with so much beauty which runs concurrently with a certain degree of horror and unimaginable suffering. This dichotomy spins my head and leaves me uncertain of everything outside of my own small family.
Now I am off to say goodbye to Anne and hurt just a little bit more.
The Children
explain to me
you smilers
and knowers
of truth
you who have mastered
right and wrong
explain to me
the children
crying at night
beyond comfort
they would suck their thumbs
if they had any
separated from their parents
who blew up
before their eyes
mother’s last look
father’s last touch
in pieces
while the children
lived
wishing they had died
blind, limbless, hopeless
beyond repair
explain to me
you masters of war
decision makers
widow makers
how you sleep at night
content
fat
rich
bastards
those children
would claw your eyes out
rip your guts out
claim your soul
if you had one
Heroes
called to service
from our great cities
and tiny towns
farmers, carpenters, fathers, and fishermen
at a time, when the risk of dying
held great purpose
and was so clearly defined
off to save the world
and our way of life
these men, boys mostly
walked for months
crawled through unspeakable horror
died in a million awful ways
leaving behind
wives
children
girlfriends
comfort
to march off
and save the world
so few left
they are all very old now
these heroes
they will tell you
they did nothing special
as they saved the world
many returned
limbless
shaken
crippled
yet prideful
respected
and loved
if you meet one
thank him
tell him you know
what he did
and who he is
tell him
he saved the world
All Gone
his father told him
not to worry
and to meet him
everyday
after dinner
by the fence
that separated
where the boys lived
and the men lived
and so he did
everyday
and the minutes
they had together
were all that was left
his mother
and sister
were somewhere else
in that awful place
where people screamed
and disappeared
and there was very little food
and it was cold
and he had to pretend
to be older
like his father told him
because younger boys
are taken somewhere
and never return
he did not know why
they were taken from their home
so many
such a long trip
filth
agony
sickness
pain
despair
death
so each day
he went to that fence
for many months
as his father grew thinner
and his mother
and sister
were somewhere else
I love you, said father
be strong
be brave
work hard
come tomorrow
my son
and so he did
except his father
was not there
that day
or the next day
or any other day
again
and all that he had
was all gone
in that awful place
called Auschwitz
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