​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
 

​I am a drifting one,
flying through the sky,
a spirit, invisible to the naked eye.
 
The lone tank man,
the one who stood in courage,
blocking tanks in Tiananmen Square,
full of courage and strength.
This drifting one held his hand,
giving unconditional support.
 
On that fateful bus of change
in the city of Montgomery,
one lady of colour
not moving, full of strength and belief.
This drifting one was there
providing a hand.
 
In Peru, when the plane crashed,
a brave seventeen-year-old
walked out of the Amazon
swollen, infected but alive.
This drifting one guided her downstream
to the opening of civilization.
 
I am the drifting one,
flying through the air of history,
a spirit, invisible to the naked eye.
 
August 4, 2022
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022

​Dark Figure V
 
You do not think I can feel you.
The Dark Figure praying
down on my spirit.
I sense you always.
 
As the Dark Figure
you are the quiet
cause of many tragedies and death
all through the mixed pages of history.
 
The Queens of Fate
as well as you
love the smell of chaos
and fresh, running blood.
 
As I sit here,
see shadows of all of you.
You are impatiently waiting
for my soul’s turn.
 
Smile to self at the thought.
Many times, you and your servants
have tried to silence my heart.
The muscles and bones
have always healed.
 
You keep striking
however, I have a divine purpose
that you are selfishly to blind to see
and I am protected silently.
 
Dark Figure and the Queens of Fate
keep coming with your assault.
Until my path is completed
my time with you will not come.
 
November 18, 2021
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021
 

People around here call them Trash Pandas.
Visitors that come in the silence of the night
so, no one can hear or see them.
Searching our garbage for food.
 
See the remains of the search
every Wednesday morning.
They try so hard to clean up
however, it is impossible.
My broom picks up the remains.
 
I was up late one Tuesday night
when I heard the cans
being shuffled, searched through.
Quietly, I looked out the window.
Surprised by what I saw.
Always assumed it was animals
that made the community mess
but it was not.
 
In the dark, there was a shadow of two.
It looked like an adult and a child
trying to be quiet, invisible
as they went through the cans.
I watched however did not say a word.
 
After seeing this
I started making too much food
for one person to have on Tuesdays.
Made sure it was in a bag
on top of the curbside trash can
so, it could be easily fond.
 
I do not care what brought
these two to our nighttime neighbourhood.
That was not my business.
Never approached them either
so, I did not scare them
and they could keep a bit of dignity.
Everyone needs food.
 
I have heard neighbours grumble,
complaining every Wednesday
about the animalistic Trash Pandas
with a snarl on their faces.
 
Makes a person think to themselves
what would happen
if they ever became Trash Pandas themselves
how would they feel?
 
October 20, 2021
Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021