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He vowed to free her

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He fell for her as soon as he saw her

She was beautiful but troubled

He asked her on dates

She declined saying though she liked him it was best

He kept pushing asking to know the problem

Until one day she told him that she was troubled by a haunting

A demon came to her each night and claimed her as his own

And she was just so petrified and she felt so alone

He told she was not alone now and he would face the demon

She begged him not to do this but in his love he wS believing

That he could and would conquer anything

If it helped to win her heart

So when he went to face that demon

He was galvanised from the start

It scared him at first by throwing things

And appearing out of the shadows

A gnarly twisted toothy thing

With long fingers and spindly arms

It had yellow eyes and obsidian skin

And sharp razor pointy teeth

It was strong enough to throw him around

And hissed when ever it breathed

But he stood in the face of this demon each night

And every time he did

He reiterated his love for her and that he would keep fighting it

He resonated love and light and spoke blessing to this beast

And uttered mantras that he believed

From his faith that was Buddhist

And after many nights of facing the demon and reciting mantras

A deity appeared on night within this darkened room

It flooded the room with a luminescent light

In one hand it held a chain and in the other it held a scythe

And with its long black hair tied back it shone power from its eyes

The deity ensnared the demon with its bloody chain

And cut the head from the demon with its scythe

As the demon cried out in pain

And the deity dragged away the demon

With its head attached to his belt

And said it was time to return it too Naraka

To dwell in hell until it learnt of its sickness and its evil

And in a moment they were gone and just he and her were left

And she now realised that him loving her was a sign that she was blessed

And everyday that sat and practised Buddhism together

As an act if gratitude and appreciation for the deities endeavours

And their love grew along with their faith

And knew if any demons came again

That they would have the strength

To face it down and call the deity once again.

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Trick or treating

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Seventeen and trick or treating

This was not her plan for halloween

A party down the road was more her scene

But her little brother needed showing round

With mum and dad as well to protect him against killer clowns

Which to her was ridiculous

Because those sort of clowns don’t really exist

But now they had disappeared in a crowd of dressed up ghouls

And she was on her own know not what to do

Dressed as a zombie cheerleader

Full face paint, and bloodstained cheerleader outfit

She had put a lot of effort into it

With her pair of ponytails dipped in red dye

To offset the ebony black of her hair

And her white face with bleeding painted scars

She looked around and saw a house

With Ann avenue of pumpkins

And at the end a witch beckoning all comes in

She shrugged her shoulders and skipped playfully up the path

As she reached the door it opened

And inside she saw a huge hallway

With stairs rising up in front of her

She stepped in stood still chewing gum

Twiddling one of her ponytails

The out of the darkness came forth from the shadows

A creepy disfigured wretched figure

Hunched over, gnarly crippled legs

Black long hair hanging down over its face

But as it came closer she could see its snake like venomous eyes

Red and seething like lava

And sharp pointy yellowy teeth

Wearing a licivious grimace from ear to ear

It stopped in front of her

She saw his varicose veins under its grey skin

Throbbing as the blood pulsed through its body

It reached out towards her and touched her breast through her top

And giggled maniacally as it did

She barely altered her demenour

And watched as it kneeded her supple breast

Then with its other hand reached its hand on to her thigh

Up under her skirt and gripped her buttock

Now drooling and breathing heavily

Still she just stood chewing her gum

Unconcerned this creature was squeezing her bum

It spoke saying that he craved and long to feast on young flesh

It’s breath stunk of rank death

She smiled and replied that she was afraid feasting on her tonight was out of the question

As the creature snarled in disdain at her and gripped at her body tighter

Her eyes lit up in a red radiance

And she suddenly grabbed the creatures head in her hands

And moved her face into his

And started to bite and rip

Tearing skin from the creatures face

It screamed and painfully wailed

As she set about it and assailed the creature

Pushing it on its back and sitting on top

Her fingernails now talons stripped it’s flesh

Causing veins to spurt

As the creature writhed dying and full of hurt

The roles now well and truly reversed

And when finished stood above the poor beast

It’s eyes flickering it’s last moments of life

She lifted her skirt asking if it liked what it could see

All her clothes now soaked in its blood and dripping

Smiling she returned to her innocent teen demenour

Turned and skipped out of the house singing

‘Trick or treat give your candy to me

And I will give you a thrill you will never believe’

As the door shut behind her the creatures life expired

And she went to meet her brother mother and father

To see if they too had feasted on demons

The same as she had this halloween.

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Setting you free

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I opened your cage

And freed you from your shackles

And watched you fly away

Telling myself you will return one day

To return the love

I bestowed on you by setting you free

But I did not expect or demand it

I just kept my hopes and dreams up high

And gazed upon the sky from time to time.

Don’t get it twisted

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Don’t get it twisted

Don’t lose yourself

Trying to be

That who others

Seem to think that

You should be

Remember you’re unique

And can be

A little bit crazy

And a whole lot flawed

But those are the things

About you that others

See and adore

Within you

So don’t get it twisted

Be the authentic you

Be honest and true to you

And live how you choose too.

Soul eater

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She felt fingers trace her body

Lightly moving over her supple skin

She felt the static charge arousing her

She felt the stirrings soon begin

She felt a the tongue licking her erogenous zones

And began to lose control

In the darkness of her bedroom

She did not know her husband was home

As the sensations raised higher

And her body writhed even more wilder

As she reached her climaxes peak

In the darkness she could see

A witch like hag holding up her husbands severed head

And a demon between her legs

Before she could react she felt

Her spine chilling moment of death

As the demon let upon her body

And devoured her until little was left

And she felt her soul no as part of the demon

And now she too craved sweet succulent flesh.

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A bump in the night

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A noise heard in the darkness

this new place she lived in creaked and groaned

this place she was hoping to call home

first week of living alone

since the end of her marriage

and the broken heart pain she now carried with her.

She go up out out of her bed,

tied back he long black hair,

she felt the goosebumps rise on her tanned skin

her deep blue eyes scanning the dark for everything

slowly she moved from the bedroom

into the living area of this apartment

refurbished but still within the confines

of an old tenement building

she scanned around the room in darkness

hoping to find everything was alright

that it was just a thing going bump in the night

her curtains were closed, they were made of heavy felt

as the looked out on other apartments

and people could look in as they went past

a sliver of a chill snaked slowly up her spine

as she walked over to look behind

and see if something may be hiding

behind her curtains in the night

she pulled it back slowly almost shaking

going slightly weak at the knees

she did not think for a moment

that she would be able to even breathe

as she pulled it back she saw nothing

then a face appeared and screamed

and she do too and lept backwards

Then she heard the laughter after

furious she looked back out

and saw some teenagers running off

though angry that they scared her

at least it solved what noise had gone off

turning back she walked to the bedroom

but then decided to get a drink

and she went to get some juice

and drank it by the kitchen sink

and as she drank it smiling to herself

why she had scared herself

in the mirror above the sink

a silhouette had followed her

no time to think, no time to move

a tear ran from her eye and down her cheek

I am not sure if the felt the snap before she felt it

but now she lay on the floor on the kitchen mat

a life of sorrow now extinct

caused by a demon created by a writers ink.

Satan within

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Satan is not a true being

But a reflection our own ruin

It’s a metaphor for our own short comings

Our own incarnate evil and wicked thoughts

That we subliminally have been taught

Since childhood until we die

The only demons are the ones inside

Created by our own irrational and corrupted minds

That can lead to destructive lives

And it’s no good looking for somewhere to hide

Because darkness is something that resides

In the shadows of your being

Stifling the light

But through goodness and a justifiable life

We can demonstrate our might

And cleanse our being as well as our minds.

Travelog

I adventure through jungles

And tropical lands

I travel deserts over vast area of nothing but sand

I sail the oceans on the jet stream

I work on trawlers fishing in the extreme

I hide from spies and enemies

I sit on mountain tops meditating

I woo and seduce the most beautiful girls

I go to places of extreme beauty

I sail the universe on a cosmic yacht

Ride asteroids and jump from rock to rock

Around Saturn’s Ring and visiting its moons

But before to long I come and it always feels too soon

But I know I will be adventuring again soon

Discovering the secrets so long hidden

Finding Atlantis and Camelot’s residing

I discover alien life in far off worlds

This is my life and it’s lived on the edge

And you may ask how is I am not dead

I say that in books which is where I’ve been

The hero and adventurer does not die in these stories

Every book you see, I live it real and breathe

And in return I get to escape from reality

Get to enjoy a little fantasy

Come join me we can live the dream

Spend hot nights doing nothing more than seducing

Beautiful people

And shining our light and liberating

This is the world in of books in which I live.

Philanthropic me

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Call me philanthropic

Call me anything you like

It’s not a state of ego being

It’s just about what’s right

Of course I care for myself

But I put others first

Who I see are struggling

Those I see who are hurt

It’s an act of selfless contrition

For being blessed to be

In a safe and decent society

And though I don’t have very much money

I open my mind and eyes to see

The terrible atrocities and wars

Where others live and die fearfully

In my mind I see those dying of starvation

And people who are in need

And those who suffer immense oppression

Are worse off than me

So how can I complain

I just must up my kindness and compassion

And act philanthropically each day

I look one day to define those who make others live this way

To highlight their shameful games

I hp those in misery while they relax in luxury

How can this be right?

But philanthropic people focus on the love and light

And concern themselves with what is right

And let those who hate, kill and lie

To justify this in their own minds

And live with those consequences all the while they breathe.

Haunted

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There are things that haunt me

There are ghosts that hover close

That live on the periphery

That resonate on harmonic notes

Of frequency within the vibrations of our dreams

It’s hard to tell what their intentions are

It’s hard to know what we should feel

About these ghosts that haunt us

Are they friendly are they not

Are they here intentionally

Or are they simply lost

Our lives they resonate the light

And in duality also light

But I am sure in both realities these ghosts

Play a part within our lives

And haunt us all.