December 24th
Can I Beeee More excited!?! Tis the Season and Holiday greetings, I have an early X- mas present for everyone! In the lyrics of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” they mention ghost stories, and in that moment there was nothing I wanted to find out more about (It’s got to be a “Thing” right?). All that came to my mind was of course The Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Well to my Absolute delight poet/author/actor Johnny Francis Wolf penned this absolute Masterpiece! This may truly be a ghost story of a different kind. I know that your going to love this piece as much as I do! Ohhhhh….. and be on the Look Out for Johnny’s upcoming book of poetry and art coming to you from the Wonderful Press, Wild Publishers which is going to prove to be a break through premier
MB93
A small town lacking local color..
Took its shades from charcoal grays, granting red a sometimes daub.
He knew the year ahead was short, that graduation loomed in June.. with scholarship and football fame drawing him afar.
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Ascendancy or walking over.. graves that grew beneath the pines. Flowers there for years before the grass allowed the stones with names. These were things he’d visit often, letting go of more each time.
Now frozen field.
Icicles and sculpted angels, etchings glazed.. shiny dates of birth and death.
“I promise, Mom, I’ll finish school. I pledge you, Dad, I’ll make you proud,” when knelt upon the icy sod that joyous day.
Bearing gifts.
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And all alone as rending paper, wresting boxes, grinning wide at faceless marble.. treasures bared when opened, aired.. was showing both as beamed with pride.
Gifts he bought himself.
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“I love my sweater.. perfect size! Will serve me well in college quarters. Mom you always knew my style.
“Dad, this tool, this pocket knife with twelve attachments.. opens cans and pries off caps! Is awesome for a campus life.
“I’m sorry for the game we lost. But coach confirmed it wasn’t me, my arm threw fine, the other team was simply better. Swear, we’ll win.. and BIG.. next week! Oh god, I miss you both so much.
“There’s no good reason, me to stay..
“The house, this town, reminds me of the you that left with no one saying, ‘Wear your boots and call up Grace and ask her to the New Year’s Dance.’
“And how you fed the deer.. their noses taking from your fingertips.
“And looking up at bleachers, seeing two who jumped as one.
“And why you chose to drive that night…”
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Gathered up the scraps of wrappings, leaving bows on both their graves.. tied around the slabs of marble.
Hugs of velvet, lieu of arms.
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Johnny Francis Wolf
Breathless Noir
Faith Vanegas aka Lady faith is an amazing writer as well as having so many other talents. Recently, I have come upon writings that have reached within me and stirred my very soul. Writings that are both sacred and personal as well as universal to the human emotion. I feel drawn to Faith Vanegas’ writings like I am indeed a moth to a flame. There is a hidden key, that unlocks empathy and realization. These Not words or poems that are common, mundane, predictable. These are writings of honesty and exploration, revealing truths once hidden behind the veil of archetype consciousness. These are the works of a True writer
silence and loneliness
And here I am breathless, soul
shut down wanting nothing.
And here I am suffering in
silence, not saying the pain
I feel.
And here am with a lump in my
throat suffocating the tears that
calm the soul.
And here I am between the
silence and loneliness of a cold
night dying of sadness with a
heart full of wounds.
And here I am spitting lyrics of
agony.
Lady Faith
2022©®
“Cartoon Sins”
I recently became aware of Kim Acrylic’s writing and have since been consistently blown away by her content, visual, and rich human experience. Each piece is masterfully put together and painted in Technicolor with the talent only a true master can bring. Here in “Cartoon Sins” is one such piece… Enjoy.
“Cartoon Sins”
You are disguised as a misguided planet of fortunes spinning
Where will the comets land during orgasmic cosmic showers?
I hunt you , I breed your scent, become one with the dirty nightlife
Meth-head politics go bump in the swollen nights of fractured affairs.
The sky rains down needles of heroin prescribed by sobriety
I will be the tiny giant gaunt with gluttony, originally redundant
Genius and forgotten idols waste underground to deliver their glory
Far away I hear the band play your song of bittersweet romance with substances
Ruin is the floor we dance upon while dreaming of black and white cartoon sins
Horrific is the love i have for holograms and neglected penetration
pop art stills sing us to sleep awhile playing show and tell with neon colors
Foggy are my thoughts on sensitivity, life and loss, please help me come down
I send to you my smile to be adopted by your enlarged unforgiving obsession.
©Kim Acrylic 2015
Voiceless Vagabonds
Or
Michael
Maria Crest is Fucking Brilliant!
I Kan’t seem to get enough of her original, no punches pulled writing.
I recently was fortunate enough to collaborate with her on a piece, a down n dirty piece, about a Chinese Cafe’ in New York City. I will always look back at what I called Shang Hi Shang Lo as one of the Most exciting opportunities to work with a fellow writer… She IS True Punk at heart in her writing, No Holds Barred! I Look forward to working with her on many projects…
MB93
This is our fourth collaboration
Souls lacking worth
and posterity
that write
Poetry
Vignettes
Short stories
in desolate
destinations
forgotten by
time
Never having
had
Human
Compassion
The final
notes from
an electric guitar
echoing
empty manuscripts of
glass
and whiskey
The spirit of
New York City
Only visible
To the naked eye
behind the worn
Red velvet curtain
of cigarette smoke
Hashish
and
Crack cocaine
Paid in
Fives and tens
at home in the
shadows of Brooklyn
and Queens
Back alley huzzies
swap spit
cum
and oxy
Taking length
like dictation
with
Water Gate
Deep Throat
nuance
In the back of
whispered shelves
deep inside
libraries of
unpublished books
Trains pass
tortured screeching
stations
Steam Barrel
Freight Trains
Churning and Burning
Dreams and Hopes
of the Dying and
Neglected
Voices
Of
UnSung
Generations
And
Counter Culture
Icons
Through the boroughs
Rich with broken
Bones and
Lives
Deep in green Scum
That wreaks
like the Hudson
River
In mid August
on a humid
Afternoon
All
Dissolving
Absorbed
and
Revolving
in corruptible prisons
of marble and sweat
On angel foreheads
Frightened and starved
I look over my shoulder
Adorn with Black
Feathers
I count each cry
Deliver each Name
For
I am the Archangel
of
New
York
Maria Crest
&
MB93
Stardust ⭐
Jadis Moon Wolfe is one of the most inspiring voices in poetry that I have come across. Her vast knowledge in so many subjects including but not limited to Lilith as well as magicK and healing. I am proud to be fortunate enough to call her friend….. Here are two pieces of her amazing work Stardust & Universus. 🌒🌕🌘
[Dark Thoughts Edition💀]
She was made of Stardust mixd
With a lil bit of Fire & Ice_
A handful of Rose Petals
& A Dash of Moonlight
An Alpha Wolfe Spirit
Leader of the pack
Aries Warrior
Always got ur back
Healer & Priestess
Enchantress whispering
The soft chants linger
Sweet as honey
Bees buzzing
Butterflies flutter
Goddess Lullaby
Lovely yet fierce
Heathen running thru her veins
Only the trees knew her true name
Jus her stare can pierce
jet black eyes..
Empath mind
Sweet Crimson Kiss
With a hint of whiskey
Angelic & Heavenly
Pure bliss
Surrounded by
Gregorian Chants
& sage scents
Boundaries u cud not cross
Memory Loss
Unbeknownst wat
dances in the dark
Like a ocean full
of 1,000 sharks
Under starry skies_
Wondering endlessly
as the sunset lies
Upon olive skin
As she listens to the wind
All the pain & love
held within
I’m a Lost Saint…
& a Beautiful Sin…
Stardust
Where one ends
The other begins
_Moon🌙
UNIVERSUS
Conjunction Forms
“Next Stop…
The Edge Of
The Universe.
Where It All Meets As One,
& Stand Still In Space
Planets Aligning
Asking For Peace
The Moon Bows
Greeting Each One
With A Huge Energy Shift
Soon Complete
As The Cosmic Realm Awaits
An Answer
Hand In Hand
Trusting Each Other
To Keep The Earth Upstand
No More War
No Desolation
Conserve The Beauty Of This Land
Natural Oasis
On A Infinite Basis
As The Road Ahead Disappears
My Heart Skips A Beat
It Is Near To the End Of The World I Go
With No Signs Of Defeat
Mars Please Guide Me
Astronomical Phenomenon
Bestow Ur Grace Upon Us
As They Meet
Conjunction Forms
No More Insane
Slay The “Black Hole” Sun
& Save The Universus
So Harmonically
Please Stay.”
-Jadis Wolfe Moon 🐺 🌒
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A Terrible Fairy Tale
This piece is an absolutely delight! Penned by none other than Lady And Ariel: Maiden of Anguish. You can actually hear and feel the out of tune ringling of an old music box or music of a demented carousel!
Tik
Tok
Tik
Tok
Knock
KNOCK
KNNOOOCCCKK!
Mommy’s here, open up!
Rock the baby in the tree top.
Mary’s lamb is served at dawn.
Little boy blue missed his cue.
All the fat children were
cooked in the stew.
Tik
Tok
Tik
Tok
Bang
Bang
BAAAANGGGG!
The ghost of Bluebeard sang!
A jolly, holly Santa sanguinate.
Miss Mary Mack, cracker snack.
Missed the eye of the needle.
The camel crawled through but he too knew the poison juice of the beetle.
Never run, child.
Stand your ground.
Or you too shall meet your fate.
Served with beanstalks and
Golden eggs upon the giant’s plate.
Tik
Tik
Tok
Tok
Backwards ran the mouse up
The clock.
Andariel: Maiden of Anguish
Cks 08/09/2022
Timberwolf
This is a poem from the brilliant, magical, spiritual and even poetic Sheila Ca. Sheila was totally inspirational and relevant to inspiring me to pursue writing. One day I brought up the idea of creating a group where people could write and share their words together. That would become Beat Poets & Angelic Scribes. Thank you Shelia… for our friendship and inspiration.
In the heat
of the night
you take your flight to
find refuge from the rain
upon a mountain range
A crack of
the window opens
to a trapped door cave
Resting Virgin, thankful
that the bird will wake her
in the Morning, in
sweet melody proper for
a Lady
Fur of Lamb
against her naked body he
creeps along her breasts
sucking and biting
Deep breath, she frantically
fluffs the soft wool
Timberwolf, Ariel, flies
up like an Angel, as the
winged beast bites her snout
Two days
weakness
and delirium
takes over
She’s
crawling
down
boulders
to reach the
arcane opening
Rabies, dwell
within
taking
up residency
in the delicate
gray
matter
of her
brain
Sheila Ca
2022©
OTHERWISE ENGAGED I I
This is Fantastic! This poem really hit home with me! Equal parts my own growing up in the eighties and Stranger Things, Alicia Mathis totally captures a moment that seems to have been placed in, a capsule that was waiting to be unearthed from that specific, time for today’s audience!
was the color of our acid
tonight, the sky
was the color of our acid
washed
jeans jackets
I I
the ones we wore together all
Fall
when we were on
and off
and on
ever since we met
many years ago
at age eleven
and sometimes
you’d ‘borrow’
your grandmother’s rusting
Mercedes
sputtering conspicuous
attempting to be quiet
without
I I
a license
and you’d show
up
at my window
with your Dungeons
and Dragons
and we’d sprint
towards the forlorn
whistles
where memories
appeared
to linger
I I
like ghosts
of our fathers
driving us
to the tracks
as newborns
so we would fall
asleep
lulled
by the blues
of long trains
where you and i
would jump
I I
and grab on
to the hems
of their smoke-sewn
garments
disappearing
too soon
through
our fingers
I I
so we clasped
fast
upon an endless
gown
of stars
ushering
us through
till ‘the wee
small
hours
of the morning’
I I
and just before
you drifted
back
inside your car
you slipped
a diamond
around
my left ring finger
and vowed
to never
leave
me
and that yes
you’d call
when you arrived
safe
and sound
at home
I I
yet that call
never
came
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and now
as i type this poem
with one hand
while my cat is asleep
on the other
i think of the nights
i still drive across
those railroad tracks
and pause
smack dab
in the middle
just to see if i can hear
your voice
again
on the other line
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© alicia mathias
poem 7/15
summer 2022
I bumped into Jonah Pearson searching for the Next BIG Thing. He’s an incredible poet as well as a horror artist that loves to illustrate punk collages. You can feel his inspiration of classic gothic romantic writers and surrealist artists.
Taxidermic Foliage
Sweet lies idle next to wrath
Delicacies gurgli young
Doilies dangling deceitful delight
Narrow the corpse to the drum –
Orange-like angora,
Jaundice and pruned,
Hysterics glisten –
Upon the revved xylophone,
Orphanic calls to mercy
Adjacent in baroque
Fencing above the crown
Of crows feet, flushed abhorrent,
Contemptible neck-snapping
Blameful in coven –
Kicks the twigs of homage
Picturesque night flights
Prose with probe
Landmine wasted a detriment
Metallic yards outline kid
Pillars of downing vulture
Crisp in caliced air –
Alarmed among the fang of the elbow
Quintessential velvet cartilage
Taxidermic foliage halts me
Sinister act in stop-and-stare
Unbeknownst to the light of day
Needled tightly; the catwalk of catacombs
Vengeance tied ferociously in my cornea
By Jonah Pearson
A Brilliant poem that I stumbled upon! Written by Leah Mullenax ! These are the moments when great writing is refreshing and appreciated! #Props! 📖✍️😇
Sunshine-Electric-Rainbow- Storm
Everyone has two sides
Colorful radiance to shine in the light
Darkness and shadows that creep in the night
The brilliance of Jekyll and the sinister Hyde
The harder one pushes the dark from the light
the blacker the shadows that brew deep inside
Balance and harmony come with inclusion and acceptance
Releasing the shame, comparison, and resistance
Embrace all the flaws that in contrast provide
your own unique image of beauty defined
Repent from others’ definition of how best to live life
Follow the drum that the thunder provides
Echoing the dynamic that’s flashing inside
A storm of brilliant wonder, a sky of tranquility,
Both required to create a rainbow,
Peace and power entwine as a fused dichotomy
In love and self-acceptance, one can embody
the sun, the storm, and a rainbow of happy
-Leah Mullenax
06-27-22
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 