Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
A midnight walk
On Hallow's eve,
Should you dare
Venture into the night:
He looks for those,
Out on their own
Who show no fear-
Those who tread
Carelessly into the night.
And before you know it,
He'll fast approach,
And drag you off
To the Hell under ground.
Posted by Joy Eliz at 9:55 PM
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Come to me, my silk spinning children,
For I have a task gruesome in nature:
Let the moon guide your way
through cracks and crevices,
To the list of souls
Who've crossed my path.
Into sleep filled rooms,
Our victims slumber,
Their parted lips give way
To passages and chambers.
As your Spider Master,
heed my command
to cob-up the insides
and lay your eggs.
Posted by Joy Eliz at 11:52 AM
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Oh these vague visions!
How I smell the phantom smoke and hear the calling of Ravens
I see the apparitions of bricks and dirt
yet they are as useful as random
pieces to a puzzle I've never seen
Feelings of fear, panic and sorrow overwhelm
All for what? The spirits that want to avert?
Just because I dare to see does not mean I should look
So, a message to the powers that are,
There is no point in showing me the things
I cannot nor should not change
Posted by Joy Eliz at 7:06 AM
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
"make time for the little things in life. Perhaps start a collection or take up a hobby" he said adding another lump of sweetness to the horribly bitter tea. Tea, perhaps made of tree bark and moss but I dare not complain. "This meeting is but a friendly bit of advice" he smiled pointing to the coat hook that held scythe and shroud.
And I could empathize how a reaper would rarely have a guest for tea. So I showed no fear and complimented him on his exquisite Fiesta Collection.
Posted by Joy Eliz at 5:53 AM
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Saturday, October 14, 2006
As quiet as the night, the spirits roam
Up and down the rows of graves
keeping tallies of all who have come and gone
While others rest, some chose an active after-life
Visiting the places they were once fond of
holding on to the small details that have stayed the same
reminisce they will,
until they no longer recognize the living world
Posted by Joy Eliz at 9:33 AM
Friday, October 13, 2006
want to own this card?
Out in the forest lives a goblin
like no other goblin, he is a "Hob"
As to what a Hob truly is, no one can say
But to be a Hob is the highest of pedigree
revered quite gobliny - what ever that may be.
On Halloween night gather under moon,
they dance and jig about the patch
And when they find the perfect pumpkin
they offer it up to the goblin that is Hob
There is no explaining the ways of the weird
that in a goblins life lanterns are dear.
Happy Friday the 13th!!
Posted by Joy Eliz at 7:32 AM
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
A quiet hush falls among the stones and gate
A feeling of sadness - A feeling of peace
Tense statues set to protect,
although nothing can readily be done
As this is a scared space -
The burial grounds of ancestors
Our proof of love and respect
And these monuments are for the eyes
Comfort for the still beating heart
As mourning is only for the living
If you could ignore the guilt
If you would quiet your soul
You could let yourself truly see-
And you would know that I am here
Posted by Joy Eliz at 5:57 AM
Monday, October 02, 2006
Sunday, October 01, 2006
I am determined to get Adobe Photoshop to submit to my will!
And apparently it's working because I kept clicking on all the buttons and eventually got the above picture. I know there is a help menu but I don't want to read - I want to click. I want to click, click, double-click and have everything turn out the way I want.
I must make note that the background picture is Captain Jack's excellent photography and the top layer is one of my drawing.
Inspiration: Check out Julie Miller's Vintage Fictions.
Posted by Joy Eliz at 6:19 AM