Poetry – the rhythmic short story

I enjoy writing poetry (when the mood strikes). I’d like to think that my poems can relate to not only my life, but hopefully to somebody else’s.

For those who read this, I hope you enjoy it.

Oak Wooden Frame

The faces,
They feel so cold.
Heads stand on their stilt,
Above their vessels,
Made of a fleshy-quilt.

Containers which hold pits.
An organ full of slits.
Dry before they’re fully grown.
A world full of strangers,
Each one feels alone.

The sky weeps for help,
On those who hold in the pain.
Their eyes shun the rain.
While one smile makes a stain.

Hidden in the crowd who always point and blame.
In this painting,
In the gallery,
Of an oak wood frame.

The art of horror

To me, one of the greatest emotions I have ever felt (even during times when I thought I did not care to have very much) was fear. When I was no older than 3, I would cry at nights – due to a witch. I would cry to my parents about seeing her. This, I’m told, happened several times. I’m not sure about you, but I can’t imagine there are many 3 year old’s out there who can imagine something that specific and freak out over it as often as I had. Can anyone say freaky?  That, and one movie in particular (which I know that many 80’s and early 90’s babies can relate to fearing), were my earliest experiences with fear and the horror genre.

You might ask yourself, “well how can a life experience be considered part of the ‘horror genre’?”

Real simple – I see life as a form of art. To me, it is the ultimate form of literature. The ultimate art form. Life reflects the world in OUR heads (the art pieces that are drawn, or brought to by means of beautiful melodies, written in novels, and so on), which in turn – art reflects back with its own world.

Side note: That movie, which scared the living shit out of me, the movie which haunted me for the next few years after seeing it…that movie was Stephen King’s IT. I was a one-year-old child when I saw the images of Pennywise the clown. I also happened to see (some time after I saw the movie) a rubber clown near a sewer drain when I was out-and-about with my parents. True Story!

I ended up watching as many horror flicks as I could in my adolescence. I fell in love with slasher films from the 80s. I personally think Michael Myers and Pinhead are the top dogs of that genre. But I digress.

Let’s get back to the art of horror. Horror is something that embodies fear, does it not? Of course it does! Horror is something that lives around and in some cases, with us, on a regular basis. Just look on the news. From radical groups who shoot artist for portraying their god, to protestors who take it to the next level, to rapist and murders.

I find that people who don’t like horror novels, movies, and so forth fall under two categories: a) they don’t like to be scared, or b) they are repulsed and find that the horror art is the reason for all these terrible things in our society.

I don’t care if someone likes the genre I happen to love. Everybody won’t like the same thing. However, for the people in category b…I find them to be laughable. Here is my one supporting example: Was art responsible for violence before Edgar Allen Poe? The answer is, of course, yes!

I write in the genre of horror for a few reasons: 1) I love it! 2) I think I have stories that others will love as well and 3) It’s a necessity for me to write these stories.

I don’t think I am alone when I say this. But as a writer, I have millions of stories and worlds in my head. The characters who live in them – I want the world that I live in to know about them. Also, if I don’t write their stories down, I feel that I start to go a little nutty. If I go a day or two without writing, the stories end up building up, begging to come out. Begging to be written down. I know this applies for every genre. But I can’t speak for those who write in other genres.

All I know is one thing (without being disrespectful towards every other genre), I feel that horror is the greatest genre there is. It’s my personal opinion, but it’s something I have always felt a strong love for.

Demons from the heart

Let’s talk about mythological creatures briefly,

I find them to be fascinating. Whether you’re reading a story about the Russian domovoi (the picture displayed for this particular blog), the Jersey Devil, the loch nesss monster, Cthulhu, or big foot. What they all have in common is they’re all mythological creatures…aren’t they?

The writer’s responsible for these creatures, tell these tales of creatures, demons, and monsters for different reasons. But at the very core, everybody tells these stories for one reason: entertainment. The human race NEEDS entertainment, in more than one form. But in EVERY form of entertainment – embedded in them are stories.

Stories are what separate us from the animals, right?

From an episode of reality TV (I know, I know…their stories are shitty), to an epic trilogy such as Lord of the Rings or Star Wars, to a story within the lines of Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven, to a phenomenal story such as Stephen King’s IT, stories are what drive us, compel us, and make us want to tell our friends, family, and sometimes (such as what I am doing) they make us want to put it out there for anybody in the world…possibly the universe or other dimensions, to read.

The story I want to share with you is a mythological being from Russia. Maybe some of you never heard of this one before, I know that I hadn’t until I randomly stumbled upon it.

The domovoi:

Don’t fret if you live outside the boarders of Russia – they don’t appear to live beyond that country. They are known to be masculine, generally tiny, full-length bearded (ZZ Top styled), and more often than not, are completely covered in hair.

According to some, the playful spirits take on the physical appearance of the current or the past owner of that particular house. They have a grey beard, while some have little horns on their tail.

There have been reports of people spotting their neighbor outside of their home, then spotting them somewhere (within a matter of seconds) inside the home.

One particular case: A father drove off, waving goodbye to his wife (who was doing yard work), she waved goodbye to her husband–moments later she happened to see her husband in their bedroom window, looking down at her.

Others have rumored that the domovoi can take on the appearance of a cat or dog. These reports run fewer than those of the ones of human-mimicking. When people talk about the domovoi, they either give them monstrous characteristics, or none at all.

Domovoi’s have similar capabalities to those of poltergeists. Don’t be fearful though! Their power’s are not NECESSARILY harmful.

Within the last century, there have been reported sightings in and ONLY in Russia. Most of them have been “caught on film”, but never seemed to make it onto YouTube or any other form of evidence to the world.

A few words of advice: If you do come across one of these creatures, if you say the word “master” in front of them, it is thought amongst the domovoi’s that it is a sign of praise toward them. It is a “proper” way to address them, even for the head of the household.

Hope this helps in case you run into one of these little guys!

Investiagators of a Paranormal World

John Constantine Dylan DogSam and Dean Winchester

From left to right: John Constantine, Dylan Dog, Dean and Sam Winchester

The characters above all come from different backgrounds, have different outlooks on life, and go about their day-to-day routine differently. However, they all have one very BIG similarity–they all are investigators of the paranormal world. Some would consider what they investigate to be nightmarish or horrific. While others (most people), would scoff at them and call them crazy, had they been told what they do for a living.

Let’s start with John Constantine, shall we?

He’s a disillusioned soul with a habit of chain smoking cigarettes, cursing, and mucking around with the dark arts of sorcery, which inevitably ends him in dangerous situations.  He finds that holding onto friendships (with the exception of his roommate Francis “Chas” Chandler, who eventually travels with him and becomes his sidekick), is a harder thing to maintain than it is to continually conquer the supernatural beings he comes across. Whether he does it gracefully or not, that is. For the friends that he does make, they usually end up critically injured, or dead.

Even though this British cynic struggles with right from wrong, he has a soft spot for humanity. Every time something terrible happens to a friend or loved one, John becomes hindered. Which has left him at times in terrible states, such as a mental breakdown.

Though you won’t find him in the papers, or on YouTube, and he HAS been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer at one point in his life…I assure you, he IS still investigating the paranormal. Shall you ever come across him, prey that he merely becomes your savior, and not a friend!

Next up is Dylan Dog.

Dylan is another investigator from London. Although he is a penniless investigator, he still managed to gather  a decent-sized supply of the same outfit (a red shirt, black jacket, and blue jeans). That one outfit is all he wears, regardless of the weather, due to it ruining his look, had he wore a jacket in cold conditions, or had a hat on for one reason or another.

Susceptible to motion sickness, Dylan seldom travels far. NEVER by plane.

Once an alcoholic, he now never drinks. He’s also a vegetarian, who is an animal rights supporter.

Even though he lives in the modern era of technological advances, Dylan cares very little for modernized and near-future technologies. He tracks his thoughts by ink and a feather-pen. He is a hopeless romantic, who has a love for literature and poetry. His love for music, oddly ranges from classical to heavy metal.

His clientele generally are women. Whom he, like John Constantine, has relations with many women.

He had been on the force in the Scotland Yards, but ended pursuing his investigations in the paranormal realm. He, also like John Constantine, has a sidekick, Groucho (a Grocho Marx impersonator who became stuck in that appearance).

Dylan’s moodiness is often calmed down by Groucho and the silliness he provides. Without him, Dylan’s chances of survival may be non existent, due to Groucho’s last second appearance of a delivery with his pistol to Dylan.

If you are from, or find yourself in London, maybe you’ll come across Dylan. Maybe you’ll come across his and Groucho’s apartment with the infamous screaming-doorbell. If you DO find yourself in their presence, you may hear Dylan playing the one song he can play on his clarinet, Devil’s Trill.

Third up is Dean and Sam Winchester

These two brothers hail from Kansas. They were born into your American-Dreamed family, of a wife and husband, with two kids and a nice home. However, everything changed when Sam and Dean’s mother was burned alive one night by a demon. Their father thankfully saved Sam and Dean from being consumed by the fire.

Their father raised them on the road (making sure they got their book-learning in as much as they could) training them on how to protect themselves, but more importantly, how to protect each other from what really lives among them–the supernatural.

Sam and Dean’s path’s separated for some time when Sam sought out a normal life, attending college, and excelling at it. However, their paths intertwined once again, making them hunters or investigators of the paranormal world.

Throughout their career they travel the roads of the United States, fighting any kind of paranormal being you could imagine. They even come across the First fallen angel himself, Lucifer.

Like any brotherly relationship, they can get on each others nerves. But they always manage to collect themselves and realize that there are bigger concerns and problems out there than their little spats.

Last I heard, Sam and Dean were headed somewhere in the Mid-West…not sure why. But I’m most certain it’s for a reason beyond my knowledge of paranormal activity. If you come across these two, rather if THEY come across you, do whatever they say and keep your mouth shut. Trust me, they’ll save you…probably.

All these characters were loose influences on my own characters, Detective Bruce Oswald and Detective Nancy Booth. They’re with the Providence police department: Investigation Division.

Bruce Oswald was born and raised in Rhode Island. He plays by the rules, mostly. He’s a service man who went straight into the military after high school. After serving his country, he came back home and became a police officer with the Providence police department. He eventually rose to detective, where he was assigned with his first and only partner, Nancy Booth.

Nancy Booth was born in a small town in Massachusetts. Her whole life she had a fascination with finding and discovering things. It didn’t matter what it was, she could and WOULD find whatever was lost. She was never the type of kid to lose something and never find it again, that’s for sure.

She moved to Providence, where there was an opening in the Investigation Division. There she met her partner Bruce Oswald.

As far as paranormal activity goes, they hadn’t come across any, that they KNEW of, for the first few years. That is, until they came across the mutilated body of a college girl who’s case ended in a dead end. Fifteen months afterwards, they were assigned another case of a mutilated girl. The cases were too similar to think that they weren’t connected.

Nancy Booth is called away, due to her mother being murdered. While Nancy is away, grieving with her sisters and father, Bruce handles the case on his own. Within a few days of handling that particular case, through the aid of his only-suspect, that this case involves something out of his realm of reality. Then and there he finds himself investigating the supernatural.

Then and there he starts questioning everything else. Will Bruce end up surviving through his first known paranormal investigation, or die in peril?

If interested, you can find out what happens to Bruce Oswald for yourself in the link below!

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