Monster
Know there is a monster under the bed who wants to take me whole It is messing with my head body tingles with dread paranoid sleep is taking its toll Know there is a monster under the bed why does he not leave instead? is it a way to control? It is messing with my head trembling, filled with dread I feel the darkness troll Know there is a monster under the bed Its mission under there is unsaid having my body afraid must be the goal It is messing with my head the evil I feel spread fear it is trying to swallow my soul Know there is a monster under the bed It is messing with my head July 19, 2024 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2024
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Tired of Smiling
Generally, I walk through this world with an appreciative smile. Happy to be breathing in the earth’s air. As of late, this has become harder as I watch and see what is going on in this world all around me. Read in our local news a local synagogue had their windows broken in the show of the night by a hidden, cowardly person. Leaving holes in this sacred place that means so much too many who visit for their faith. How can they feel safe now? Walking around our city in the cold season, seeing ones who do not have a home, without those heated walls and beds. Every winter season there seems to be more living outside finding places to stay warm. Hoping for doses of hot food. How do they have the spirit to stay alive? Hearing stories of an overcrowded hospital with understaffed caregivers. Precious patients lining the hallways, laying in delicate conditions, Feeling alone and scared, taking longer to heal. How are they to feel cared for? The weight of all I am seeing is resting squarely on me causing changes in my emotions. The calm demeanour is shifting and it is showing on my face. Tired of faking and smiling. February 8, 2024 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2024 Annie drops the children
off to school and takes a breath. Another morning full of hustle to get everything off scheduled. Hiding her emotions from the kids. With every step, Annie’s worried. Annie keeps her smiles for friends to see on book night. Not saying a lot as she cannot focus on the words of each page. Faking laughs and enthusiasm. She is hiding, Annie’s worried. Anytime the parents or in-laws visit, Annie plays the perfect host, chatting away over coffee or tea. Making sure visits are perfect. Annie’s worried. The sun goes down. With a glass of wine, Annie thinks, mind full of never-ending thoughts that cannot be shared. Uncertain who would understand. Annie’s worried. Annie thinks of her partner in crime, who is away as a peacekeeper for another four to five months. It is supposed to be safe however, she feels the stress in his voice when he calls. The news is only showing disaster in those parts of the world. Annie sees it all and waits for the day he comes home safely. Annie is strong and holding the emotions at bay. Annie’s worried. February 16, 2024 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2024 Abigail
Abigail stares out the window, focusing on the night, crescent moon while talking in her own mind. So many emotions running through her. Quiet tears are filling Abigail’s eyes, thinking of the unknown next turn. Abigail feels like she is starting over again. The losses have been constantly coming. Inside, she does not want to fully break. She knows rebuilding will take strength. Abigail has been here before and knows the steps to be taken. Abigail feels she is different, stronger than even the day before today. Reminds herself that old ways or methods can be spiritually damaging. Tonight, Abigail wants a break from it all. A mix of wine and thoughts. Staring at the bright, crescent moon. Tomorrow the build begins. December 4, 2023 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023 Frothing Hyenas
Beware of the frothing hyenas. The ones waiting in the weeds, quiet, unsuspecting, and watching. They are looking to scavenge from the meat of the temporarily weakened. Those of us that are saddened or having non-focused moments are prime for the hiding animals. We do not hear their sinister laughter as they prepare to pounce. Steal the will from you. Even at our most frail and our skin, soul is open, keep what you can alert. Beware of the frothing hyenas. October 7, 2023 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023 By you, it is written.
The eroded path you are on, the dark destiny that awaits you. A Story created by your own hand. You will play the hurt victim however your dishonest actions are planned from start to finish. Deliberately causing pain to others the end destiny for you, it is written. I have personally felt your chameleon like ways when you took me and shattered my heart, kicked away my feelings without blinking an eye. Your torment will not be seen coming from the skies. Everything will be lost due to your own doing. You will only know when you are alone. It is written. September 8, 2023 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023 The Demon Inside (Villanelle)
We see the person you hide the secret under your true skin The fiery demon inside the smile is where you lied an insincere grin We see the person you hide. angelic eyed gateways to the underneath sin The fiery demon inside presenting the delicate side there is fire within We see the person you hide respect for others is set aside makes your thoughts thin The fiery demon inside the true you can be a blindside seeping though the skin We see the person you hide The fiery demon inside May 5, 2023 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023 The Gatekeeper
The Gatekeeper’s giggle echoes in my head as my mind awakes in my terrified bed. Hardly remember my dreams. Tonight is the exception. Playing over and over again through my tired eyes. The Gatekeeper opened the entrance to let my lucid mind in. Smiling while closing the gates, trapping me inside. I walk down a red, dirt tunnel. In the end, there is a firelight. An older lady with a hidden face offers a clear glass of liquid That I take and drink. It is thick and bitter. My body reacts like it is a cleanser. As I cannot stop drinking, feel light as I leave the room. Next place is so dark, all I hear is water flowing. I cannot see it so a fear is rising in me. Not knowing where it is. One step and I could go under. As soon as a toe hits the waters I turn and run. End up in a grey, snowy area. A black and white bench inviting me to sit. An arm wraps around my shoulder. One that I feel but cannot see. Whispering words of comfort and guidance to my ear. I turn my head in hopes that I can see who it is. I cannot see the face but the voice I know. The leads to my waking, drenched in my own sweat, more tired than before. Sleep will not be brought back. All the mind hears repeatedly is the Gatekeeper’s giggle. March 2, 2023 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023 The Hanging Ghost
You would never know it today however this dirt road of nothing was a bustling, small town over a short century ago. This little, logging town was full of families and work. Now there is a ghostly shadow. A shadow provided by a farm hand who had enough after a day of scolding, struck the lady of the house with a blade to the throat, taking her voice and life. He was tried three times until the system got it right. Sentenced to the Hanging Tree. To this day, there are many in communities that surround here that day the hanging man was innocent all along. The spirit of darkness overcame this community as people passed on or left and the twon became desolate. Abandoned by ancestors. The only one still here on this overgrown, dirt road, the tortured, hanging ghost. June 27, 2023 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023 Walk amongst everyone
with a black raven on my left shoulder that only I can hear and see. It is a constant reminder as I live that I need all the darkness to feel the empowerment of the light. Have the vision to see the darkness, the strength to avoid it. When the haze approaches me, however, to feel, I embrace it. The feeling of torture and pain I am not afraid of it. Have to feel that pleasure of the electricity routing through the body knowing the inner destruction that the darkness will cause. I know that I am protected with the guidance of my Raven. It will see me through when I am blind to the light in the end. Believe in this and the guiding Raven whispers. March 1, 2023 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023 |
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