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
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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 |
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