​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

You believe you are not seen.
A charming smile, a gentle demeanor.
People see you as a saint.
 
They do not see what the true self is.
What this all-seeing eye can see.
The true face under your dark.
 
Your deception is well rehearsed,
years of practicing on the people.
They cannot see what the truth is.
 
This snake, you do not know,
is able to feel your deceitful aura.
It radiates from your skin.
 
You will be discovered in time.
Until that day know
I feel the person you truly are.
This snake sees all.
 
January 26, 2023
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023
 

​Attempting to put pen to paper.
Not sure why but not feeling
the inspiration to create today.
 
Maybe it is the weather outside.
It is grey in the sky,
rain is hitting the ground.
making beautiful, while snow
turning into a soggy mess.
 
Could be the busy days
that have been pulling me
from here to there
and everywhere in between.
 
The words get jumbled in my head,
thoughts are not close to being straight.
It effects all the mind and body.
I know there are days like this.
The inner fight is the challenge.
Accepting these feelings are natural,
to be not inspired with my world today.
 
January 1, 2023
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2023
 
 
 

Nothing Man
 
He has been scoping
the cluttered room for hours,
waiting for the best victim.
A lady that has had enough
to lose her inhibitions
and be easily agreeable.
In his mind, he is not taking
advantage of a tipsy mind
even when she wakes in the morning
not knowing what happened
or where she is.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
He quietly grips his household,
and guards with a silent, angry demeanor.
His subtle words cut all around deep.
Making the family feel
that they will never grow and succeed.
There is a dark aura of control
in the tight grip.
Never letting the rest feel good.
Hiding finances,
allowing only small allowances.
All about the under the thumb control.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
He thinks he is superior
then all around him.
Self-satisfying smile on his face,
thinking no one can
see or feel the arrogance.
Only being kind when he can use
the hearts of any other.
It is never his fault.
That is his manipulative legacy.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
 
He withholds his money and time
since being asked to leave the home
to get his own control still.
He never reserves to see the children
or help pay for their growing.
Not his issue, he believes.
If all of that should be given,
then he should be in the home.
Those are his thoughts, punishment.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
November 30, 2022
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022
 

The Ghosts of History
are rolling restlessly in their graves,
screaming at us to listen today.
 
They wonder aloud
as to why
we have not learned
from the destruction of the past.
 
Roads of progress
created from their blood
being cracked and soiled
by the ignorant.
 
People have not
placed in their hearts
the tribulations
that yesteryear
was to save for today.
 
Repeating the carnage
with the same horrid results
causing the Ghosts of History
to roll and scream in their grave.
 
September 9, 2022
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022

​

I am the Dark Figure
that lays in the clouds.
A place you cannot see
pulling the strings
on many a puppet.
 
I was the one
that sat Pol Pat
in his leaderships claim
in the late seventies, Cambodia.
Filling his head on how to lead
causing millions to die
of famine and disease.
All the blame thrown
at this failure of the leader,
not one seeing the strings
guiding his corrupt mind.
 
I visited Nanjing
for six bloody weeks,
marching with Japanese troops,
guiding their bloodletting
on the Chinese.
Murder and rape
of hundreds of thousands.
Pushing the mind
to such destructive pathways
was not difficult
once the strings are pulled.
 
As soon as he came into power
I knew Adolf Hitler’s mind
would be easy to manipulate.
To think he was the only superior,
laying waste to those
Hitler thought were inferior.
Creating the murder of millions,
bloodshed through the European nations.
Creating and intentional war.
 
Pushing thoughts into weak minds,
so easy for the taking.
To do the invisible Dark Figure’s
chaotic, murderous bidding.
 
July 7, 2022
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022