John 11

The Raising of Lazarus

‘‘43Then Jesus shouted, “Lazarus, come out!” 44And the dead man came out, his hands and feet bound in graveclothes, his face wrapped in a headcloth. Jesus told them, “Unwrap him and let him go!”’’

~ A reading from John 11:43-44.N.T.

PET SEMATARY

Ancients of days

Hear our pleas

Listen to our cries

Every pang from

The depths

Of our hearts,

Minds, & Souls

The thing watches

Burts out guffawing

Seeing their attempts

At toying with

The other—side

Not satisfied with-

Any demise of

Our loved one(s)

But sometimes

All hell surely

Does break loose

When you toy

Or play around

With…nature..

The natural order

Of life ‘n’ death!

Come one,

Come all

At your

Own expense

To the

Pet Sematary….

Do not

Forget you

Can bring

A friend,

One/Two

Will do

Or even

A fellow

Former partner

Who is now

Back & ready

For action

After the short

Trip to the

Other Side

Even with

Warning signs

Folks never

Seem to listen

Use it at your

Own peril

Be my guest

Go ahead

Make sure

Not to cry

When something

Reaches out to you

Pulling you in a cycle

Of unending use of

The Pet Sematary…

Some places

Things, grounds…..

Need to be left alone

And not used

For our own agendas

To help bring back

That which needs

To be put & left to rest…

The ancestors

Who created

That place

Already knew:

What we bury…

Should be left..

Right in the ground!

Buried, and left to rest…

At least for the time being..

#PET #SEMATARY

Nov. 10th, 2022.

Hers is a helpless cry,

Tears only she sheds,

From confidant to spy,

Her piece of heaven she transcends.

Taken by evil,

Her kin grows feeble,

All a taint in perfection,

But the killer draws no attention.

A devil basking in pride,

An angel wishing to guide,

Her saviors to redemption,

And she to retribution.

Hers is a journey cut short,

One that only yet begins,

Guilty end for one who sins,

A trial that ends not in court,

But in a heaven she molds.

two souls in one mind.

enough to break

one already broken girl.

her other half vanishes

leaving her alone

in a world that she does not

understand.

she had grown accustomed to darkness,

yet now she is thrust into the light

people she'd never met

and a girl in the mirror that keeps getting closer.

a boy that understands who she is.

a best friend with roots in magic.

a murder that she doesn't remember.

she doesn't remember.

something has been woken up

a snake that curls in the dead house of her mind

fangs that whisper to her.

it must be destroyed.

and it's his fault,

the boy she trusted, the boy she loved,

he has killed her other half.

he has awoken the monster.

and she's doing things now

that she swore she'd never do,

broken promises to a girl that no longer exists.

the girl in the mirror is here.

a ritual conducted

her mind on display

each room of her dead house

searched

in an attempt to find someone

who is no longer there.

tongues cut out

madness reached

the ritual gone wrong

there is only one way

to fight fire.

and the world burns.

The hunchbacked skeleton hugging Esmeralda's

a heart wrenching symbol of love and devotion.

For all, Quasimodo was a monster and slave;

and under his grotesque figure, only she saw,

a kind heart that also needs to be saved.

To satisfy lust, the beast beneath deacon Frollo,

ordered Quasimodo to abduct the dancing fairy;

but the slave got punished for his master's deeds.

For saving his life, Esmeralda fed him water,

and it was elixir of love for him in the pillory.

For the murder she didn't do and the witchcraft

she never knew, Esmeralda was hanged.

The beast ensured that, if he can't have her,

then no else can either have her or see her alive.

And thus the gypsy girl died and Frollo laughed.

For Quasimodo, Frollo looked cruel than the devil,

so he pushed the deacon from the Notre-Dame,

to deliver him straight to the devil itself.

Quasimodo also vanished into thin air,

only to find hugging Esmeralda, in the charnel house.

I stare at my team,

My friends,

My enemies.

Remember who your friends are.

I am.

Ruby’s glistening gem,

Decorating her wrist.

Oscar and the smile hiding in his eyes,

The clank of his cane.

And Adrian,

There’s always Adrian.

He smiles when he sees me,

Lighting up his whole face.

To him I’m not Insomnia,

Not Nightmare,

Just Nova.

Young girl, abandoned by all

Left in the marsh to care for herself

Kya did the best that she could

Despite the ire of the townsfolk.

She was dubbed “Marsh Girl”,

And only Jumpin’, Mabel, and Tate

Knew who she was–

A kind, resourceful, bright young woman.

Tate went away, abandoned her

As everyone else had done.

She lost her faith in humanity.

Loneliness caused her to trust Chase, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

He lied to her, used her,

Took advantage of her.

She didn’t see it because she was so lonely, so hungry

To be loved and accepted.

Kya and Chase ran into each other in town.

A girl with pearls introduced herself as his fiancee.

Kya ran away, maddening Chase

He came after her, attacking her as her father had attacked her mom.

One night, while Kya was out of town,

Chase died, and she was accused of murder.

One friendly lawyer, nice to her since childhood,

Defends her to a jury of her “peers”.

Kya, found not guilty, returns to her home.

Tate begs forgiveness, and they love each other.

They live together among beautiful creatures

Deep in the marsh where the crawdads sing.

Many years later, Kya dies in her beloved marsh.

Deep in grief, Tate goes through her things and discovers the truth

Told by a hidden shell on a string.

Kya was guilty of the murder.

Mischief, that’s all Max’s mother seen.

He was wearing his wolf suit.

As he ran around, acting obscene.

She’s had enough!

She let out a roar, “Wild thing”, she screamed.

Max told her that he’d eat her up.

So he was sent to bed, no eating or anything

Max was misunderstood.

He hopped on a sail boat, quickly.

His imagination was very vivid.

Soon he arrived where the wild things must be.

The beasts tried to make him fearful.

He said “Be still”, taming them magically.

They claimed him to be the most wild thing.

Max frightened them because he wasn’t afraid.

He was crowned to be their king.

“Let the wild Rumpus Start“, Max yelled.

Max & the beasts danced around, some did sing

Max had enough!

He sent them to bed without something to eat.

What Max wanted, was to be near loved ones.

So he jumped on his sail boat, off to sea.

All of the beasts wanted him to stay!

Unhappy, the beasts showed Max their teeth.

It didn’t work, “we love you“ they cried.

He knew home, he’s destined to be.

Finally, Max was back in his room.

There sat his dinner, a nice surprise.

The best part, it was still warm!