In The Demon's Head #139: Blast From The Past Tuesday #4
July 9, 2013
Hello everyone, it's time once again for Blast From The Past Tuesday. The beauty of this is it makes me look back at some of the stuff I did before, and it makes me appreciate what I do now. It's nice to be able to that from time to time. In this edition I have 3 "new" pieces which I'm sure are going to tickle your fancy. So let's check them out below.
July 9, 2013
Hello everyone, it's time once again for Blast From The Past Tuesday. The beauty of this is it makes me look back at some of the stuff I did before, and it makes me appreciate what I do now. It's nice to be able to that from time to time. In this edition I have 3 "new" pieces which I'm sure are going to tickle your fancy. So let's check them out below.
The Hole In The Highway
In the years that followed,
I knew that there weren’t many left,
It had came out of nowhere,
Almost as if pre-planned,
By God himself,
But it wasn’t God,
It couldn’t have been God,
He wouldn’t be this damnning,
Not to his children,
But God,
And my faith don’t matter anymore,
Because what’s done is done,
And anyone who could describe,
Or believe,
Are gone,
They were taken away in the attack,
The power is gone,
The people are going insane,
And here we stand,
Questioning when the end will come for us,
Millions were killed,
Entire cities destroyed,
In single blast,
Some who are left,
Say that it’s China,
Or Japan,
Rectifying our debt,
But I don’t think it was either,
I think it was something far worse,
Because the things that flew overhead,
Were so massive,
That no man could have constructed them,
They were bigger then buildings,
That used to be on the New York shore,
Heavier than the Statue of Liberty,
The Arch,
And all of the monuments in Washington D.C,
That used to stand,
They are all in the bottom of the ocean now,
Where I stand,
Is on this broken highway,
They blew holes,
Limiting travel,
The plan implemented,
To perfection,
I stand high above those below,
Wondering what comes next,
Thinking of whose left,
And realizing that I’m going to figure out what and why,
These things came to us,
And then,
I’m going to go to them,
And we’re going to take back what was once,
Our own,
About The Piece
The idea for a post-apocalyptic story has been in my mind for years. In fact, this piece has turned that idea into what may become a series. Not sure yet but my wheels started turned really fast as I was sitting here thinking and it may become a full-fledged novel series. That’s now part of my plan today... to plot out what may be my first novel series.
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A New Reality
The world that I once knew,
Was taken away,
My story started long ago,
On a drive home,
Me,
My wife,
And beautiful new baby girl,
But then,
Then I was too damn blinded,
By my own need to drink,
That I never realized it,
This night,
Was the same way,
Drunken,
And angry,
I decided that driving,
Was my best option,
The sounds of the world around me,
Drifted away,
As I drove down the road,
Only realizing that my wife,
Was in the seat next to me,
And that our destination was down the road about a mile,
It was safe,
I was safe,
As we drove along,
bumps of the railroad tracks,
And heard screams,
I turned my head,
As the train made its impact,
Broadside on the passenger door,
In the next instance it is dark,
And the world is gone,
Time passes,
Minutes,
Maybe Hours,
Maybe Days,
But when the light refloods my vision,
I’m on the ground,
Laying,
Head hurting,
The car gone,
With it my wife,
And beautiful baby,
Maybe They Are Safe
I think,
But in my head I know I’m wrong,
I want to leave,
But something holds me here,
Death is my salvation
I say,
I hear the whistle blowing,
Almost as if sent from above,
To end this torture,
I hear it getting closer,
And closer,
I step into the tracks,
The train doesn’t stop,
Or slow down,
As blows through me,
I open my eyes,
Feeling the air rush through me,
As if I’m not even there,
And I guess in reality,
I’m not,
Because these train tracks,
That cost me my loved ones,
Have now become my home,
My hell,
For what’s left of eternity
About The Piece
I don’t know what I could say about this piece honestly. I looked at the picture and thought a different story, or style at least called to me. But when I started that it didn’t seem to want to come to me. In fact the first five lines that were in this piece originally were deleted. I felt that those were of a different story that didn’t involve the main character that I was working with for this particular piece.
****
Radio Waves
They were angry,
It started with the guns,
Then with marriage,
And slowly they begin to twist,
Everything,
To where we had no choice,
No freedoms,
No thoughts,
That were our own,
Slowly they began to heavily monitor,
Entertainment,
First books,
They were edited,
If there was a chance that something could cause,
An uproar against the government,
That now called itself,
The Power,
When books became a thing of the past,
They focused on Television,
Editing shows left and right,
Destroying anything,
That was a radical thought,
It too fell by the wayside,
When The Power,
Had their way with it,
Then finally radios,
They were the last to go,
And were the hardest to stop,
Those who were in control of the towers,
Took their last breaths,
Defending what the nation once was,
And damning what it had become,
In fact the very last station,
KHXM was closed,
When it was discovered,
That they had planted speakers in flowers,
Around the country,
In an attempt to begin an uprising,
When he was found,
He was dealt with,
Killed,
On air for all of his followers to hear,
As if a parting shot to those who once wanted to listen,
Now life is more about awaiting death,
Then living,
We all go place to place,
Doing whatever job we are offered,
And we don’t say much,
Communication has died,
And with it the souls of those who once called this nation home,
The Power has finally taken control and they will do whatever they need,
To keep it,
The echoed sounds of my dad’s last screams still run through my head,
I was in the building when that happened,
But they never found me,
For years I’ve waited for a chance to get at The Power,
And I will do so,
One day I will find a way into their doors,
And I will finish what my dad,
And that rebellion started,
One day,
They will Fall,
To Me,
About The Piece
As a man who loves radio and music, and given the current headlines, I thought that this idea rang out in a lot of ways. A lot of you may be curious about what happens next here and who knows I may actually add on to it at some point. We’ll have to wait and see what happens. The picture is a strange one in how it’s set up and I think it played perfectly into this idea.
****
That's the three pieces that I'm sharing for today. All in all these are three really good poems that I feel should be shared with those who haven't ever seen them.
Remember you can connect with me on social media by using one of the buttons on this page. Also you can now share this post, the blog, or anything that I post here by using the share buttons at the top of the post. Finally, be sure to sign up for the mailing list. Here in the next month, you'll get another new free piece entitled "Duke" so be sure to get signed up soon.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
In the years that followed,
I knew that there weren’t many left,
It had came out of nowhere,
Almost as if pre-planned,
By God himself,
But it wasn’t God,
It couldn’t have been God,
He wouldn’t be this damnning,
Not to his children,
But God,
And my faith don’t matter anymore,
Because what’s done is done,
And anyone who could describe,
Or believe,
Are gone,
They were taken away in the attack,
The power is gone,
The people are going insane,
And here we stand,
Questioning when the end will come for us,
Millions were killed,
Entire cities destroyed,
In single blast,
Some who are left,
Say that it’s China,
Or Japan,
Rectifying our debt,
But I don’t think it was either,
I think it was something far worse,
Because the things that flew overhead,
Were so massive,
That no man could have constructed them,
They were bigger then buildings,
That used to be on the New York shore,
Heavier than the Statue of Liberty,
The Arch,
And all of the monuments in Washington D.C,
That used to stand,
They are all in the bottom of the ocean now,
Where I stand,
Is on this broken highway,
They blew holes,
Limiting travel,
The plan implemented,
To perfection,
I stand high above those below,
Wondering what comes next,
Thinking of whose left,
And realizing that I’m going to figure out what and why,
These things came to us,
And then,
I’m going to go to them,
And we’re going to take back what was once,
Our own,
About The Piece
The idea for a post-apocalyptic story has been in my mind for years. In fact, this piece has turned that idea into what may become a series. Not sure yet but my wheels started turned really fast as I was sitting here thinking and it may become a full-fledged novel series. That’s now part of my plan today... to plot out what may be my first novel series.
****
A New Reality
The world that I once knew,
Was taken away,
My story started long ago,
On a drive home,
Me,
My wife,
And beautiful new baby girl,
But then,
Then I was too damn blinded,
By my own need to drink,
That I never realized it,
This night,
Was the same way,
Drunken,
And angry,
I decided that driving,
Was my best option,
The sounds of the world around me,
Drifted away,
As I drove down the road,
Only realizing that my wife,
Was in the seat next to me,
And that our destination was down the road about a mile,
It was safe,
I was safe,
As we drove along,
bumps of the railroad tracks,
And heard screams,
I turned my head,
As the train made its impact,
Broadside on the passenger door,
In the next instance it is dark,
And the world is gone,
Time passes,
Minutes,
Maybe Hours,
Maybe Days,
But when the light refloods my vision,
I’m on the ground,
Laying,
Head hurting,
The car gone,
With it my wife,
And beautiful baby,
Maybe They Are Safe
I think,
But in my head I know I’m wrong,
I want to leave,
But something holds me here,
Death is my salvation
I say,
I hear the whistle blowing,
Almost as if sent from above,
To end this torture,
I hear it getting closer,
And closer,
I step into the tracks,
The train doesn’t stop,
Or slow down,
As blows through me,
I open my eyes,
Feeling the air rush through me,
As if I’m not even there,
And I guess in reality,
I’m not,
Because these train tracks,
That cost me my loved ones,
Have now become my home,
My hell,
For what’s left of eternity
About The Piece
I don’t know what I could say about this piece honestly. I looked at the picture and thought a different story, or style at least called to me. But when I started that it didn’t seem to want to come to me. In fact the first five lines that were in this piece originally were deleted. I felt that those were of a different story that didn’t involve the main character that I was working with for this particular piece.
****
Radio Waves
They were angry,
It started with the guns,
Then with marriage,
And slowly they begin to twist,
Everything,
To where we had no choice,
No freedoms,
No thoughts,
That were our own,
Slowly they began to heavily monitor,
Entertainment,
First books,
They were edited,
If there was a chance that something could cause,
An uproar against the government,
That now called itself,
The Power,
When books became a thing of the past,
They focused on Television,
Editing shows left and right,
Destroying anything,
That was a radical thought,
It too fell by the wayside,
When The Power,
Had their way with it,
Then finally radios,
They were the last to go,
And were the hardest to stop,
Those who were in control of the towers,
Took their last breaths,
Defending what the nation once was,
And damning what it had become,
In fact the very last station,
KHXM was closed,
When it was discovered,
That they had planted speakers in flowers,
Around the country,
In an attempt to begin an uprising,
When he was found,
He was dealt with,
Killed,
On air for all of his followers to hear,
As if a parting shot to those who once wanted to listen,
Now life is more about awaiting death,
Then living,
We all go place to place,
Doing whatever job we are offered,
And we don’t say much,
Communication has died,
And with it the souls of those who once called this nation home,
The Power has finally taken control and they will do whatever they need,
To keep it,
The echoed sounds of my dad’s last screams still run through my head,
I was in the building when that happened,
But they never found me,
For years I’ve waited for a chance to get at The Power,
And I will do so,
One day I will find a way into their doors,
And I will finish what my dad,
And that rebellion started,
One day,
They will Fall,
To Me,
About The Piece
As a man who loves radio and music, and given the current headlines, I thought that this idea rang out in a lot of ways. A lot of you may be curious about what happens next here and who knows I may actually add on to it at some point. We’ll have to wait and see what happens. The picture is a strange one in how it’s set up and I think it played perfectly into this idea.
****
That's the three pieces that I'm sharing for today. All in all these are three really good poems that I feel should be shared with those who haven't ever seen them.
Remember you can connect with me on social media by using one of the buttons on this page. Also you can now share this post, the blog, or anything that I post here by using the share buttons at the top of the post. Finally, be sure to sign up for the mailing list. Here in the next month, you'll get another new free piece entitled "Duke" so be sure to get signed up soon.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.