"Faceless" & "The Magic Within"
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I was at my sister's Friday night, and as I fell asleep I had these images that I hadn't had since childhood. They scared the bejeezus out of me then, and they still do!
[Poem Faceless removed for publishing Aug 2017]
A very different one from 'Faceless' is the one I wrote about a week ago, with the sense of wonder at what makes a living thing living. What is the very essense of life (If I could answer that question maybe I could make my millions after all! :-D )
[Poem The magic within removed for publishing Aug 2017]
(oh, and by the way, I've added a verse for Steve's Bullet Holes in the Mailbox
over in Heroines and Heros - sorry it was so overdue Steve!)
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over in Heroines and Heros - sorry it was so overdue Steve!)
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20 Comments:
I always get to see the image of "Faceless" you have described everytime after I watched a horror movie. That's why I don't really watch them, no matter how tempted I am to watch the movies for horror's sake!!!
I love the poem on 'The Magic Within'. It really describes who we living things are, but I believe there are still more than that! =)
The last picture looks pretty awesome! =) Did you merge all the pictures together?
faceless sounds terrible :P
eyelids flickering
when you finally sleep
the demons chasing you
you struggle, you run
you leap up at the last moment
to fly up and then free fall.
Hope THEY go away so you can slumber!
I saw on the news that Sussex had an unscheduled fireworks display at the factory!
Yikes! So ironic!
I know how you feel when I was a child I seen all kind's of thing's but only one made me feel so unsafe. I alway's seen little people that would come up to the bed ,and try to pull the cover's off of my feet wired ha? But I do know how you feel belilve me I do I still see thing's I don't like ,and that make me want to run as far away as I can .
Those faceless... I don't know why they come exactly. It's not to do with what I watch, as I rarely watched tv when I was younger, and rarely watch it now (though, I must admit I love a good film...)
The last pic... yes, I hadn't planned to do that with them, but when I was looking through what was on the camera, I realised I'd taken shots in all directions, so I played around with them to see if there was any that fitted together - it's far from perfect, but I kinda like that you get the impression what I really saw.
Gotta go to work now, so will come back and look at what Mystic, MOI and Hope said later...
Not to be too psychoanalytical, but, is there a connection between your faceless "who are theys" and visiting your sister? I'm not trying to create trouble between siblings, but I wonder why you mentioned being at her place. Triggered a childhood memory? Anyway, wishing you sweet repose . . . .
Morning,
The good thing is that they are no longer faceless and their dreams are no longer nightmares. The bad thing, is that your second poem speaks strongly to several.
Love the cloud pics, I'll never get tired of seeing your sky pictures.
I'd just hit 'leave a comment' when my stereo started up out of nowhere....
Then I remembered - this time last week I was so tired I dropped off for 1/2 hour and set alarm to wake me up in time for teaching!
I was going to say: I also like the patched up picture - it's very atmospheric. The poem was a bit scary though... I'm a big wimp.. And even my nightmares are a bit wimpy (last one involved a talking hamster).
And: Did you find your washing on the line or had it flown away?
Not nice at all, Mystic. And there's not movement, no running, no hiding, just being surrounded, and closed in on... brrrrrr.
Yes thanks, MOI, they came and went again...
The fireworks factory is not so very far from here - very sad that a couple of people have lost their lives. They're saying they won't be able to investigate properly until tomorrow, as there's a high risk of something else exploding :-(
Hope - you wouldn't believe my bedtime routine to avoid the hands coming from under the bed as I climbed in, or not looking at the 'ones' hidden in the cupboard, and a caterpillar would be proud of the way I could cocoon myself in my eiderdown, so only my nose was exposed! :-D (mind you, that was partly because of the icicles inside the bedroom :-) )
:-D "Not to be too psychoanalytical..."?
You could be right, in a way. Not because of my sister, but because of something that happened...that may well have triggered a memory (and no, I'm not going to reveal all :-) )
Morning Brian (or should I say g'afternoon!?)... I didn't quite understand what you were trying to say? You say it's a good thing they're no longer faceless, but... they're always faceless. That's the scary thing about them.
The second poem speaks strongly to several? Several...? faceless ones? nightmares?
Ah, it's just clicked... you're speaking on a personal-to-you, aren't you? Why is the second one a bad thing? I thought, when I wrote it, it was a good thing... I was feeling full of the vibrancy of life, of marvelling at our very existence, and how we are not simply a bunch of molecules, but somehow the collection of different molecules that make us up can be directed by ourselves to do all those things that make us alive... And that we actually have a desire to direct them...
Topchamp (I only realised today the initials TC are the same as TopCat - one of my childhood favourite cartoons! :-) ) - You've got a good alarm, if you can set it weekly. Mine tends to go off the next day if I forget to un-set it!
Talking hamster nightmares, huh? :-) Never had one of them myself. One of my stuffed toys used to have to be put away at night, though - It was a doll with a particularly creepy smile (it was probably a perfectly normal doll smile, but it sure gave me the creeps!)
Oh crikey - the washing! Oops, forgot! :-D
Funny that you should give me a nod after this poem because it raises the question that follows me around... I am more than this collection of Molecules... Carbon Compounds and Noble Gasses... but what the "more" is I don't know and the data supports no conclusions.
Your words make me think of a King Crimson song (Confusion) and the ELP Album "Tarkus"....
We all have our demons to conquer when the darkness comes. I don't get nightmares really, I just think a lot about things when I'm awake!
I think "faceless" is something I can remember in some of my dreams, and in real life, which can be scary at times.
I loved the "Magic Within." Nice flow or words that are in search for something, a search for truth and place within our world. I really liked this one a lot.
Thanks for sharing both with us :-)
Sorry. I meant to say my dreams are no longer faceless. I tend to type faster than I think.
Don't mind the nightime spooks; simply fly away from them, gaining altitude and overwatching their petty games of alledged fright.
I could fly more when younger than now but it still is a nice escape from the weary earthbound images; and why do ghosts need clothes, anyway? Thats always baffled me.
Nice photos
Hi Annelisa,
so you not a stone or a mountain
you not a flame, but 'alight'
not a puppet on a string
but
I think you are a cloud with form
you are a stream that can sing
and a plant that's popped many seed
Awesome composite photo at the end
Congratulations! You so deserved to win Bestest Blog of The Day. Bobby made a fine choice. Enjoy your day, my friend!
Wow, I fall asleep early one night, and I have lots of visitors - sweet!
It's a bit mind-boggling, isn't it Steve, what makes us alive? What turns us from what we consist of into what we are? I think philosophers are still puzzling on that one...
MOI - I don't normally get nightmares either - not for ages anyhow. That's what made this one jump out at me. Normally, like you, I just have an overdose of stuff going round and round.
Thanks M. Shahin. (btw - you're next on my list for the heroines and heros - just trying to sum you up...never an easy task! :-) )
Brian - I think I know what you mean then. It's definately better to be confronting faces than faceless, isn't it!
:-D laughed at the idea of all ghosts going round naked! Guess there's really no need for souls to have clothes on, is there! But, I suppose we dress even the undressed. And maybe ghosts dress themselves, because that's what they're used to :-)
(That last comment from me was for Goatman...)
Hi Q9 - Still making me smile! Are you saying I'm an over-producing wet blanket?! :-D
Hiya Mimi - Thanks very much - I saw you'd left a comment over at Bobby's as well, and felt very warmed by it!
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