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
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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 |
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