SoundTrack to a Spooky Saga ~ Bonus Vid of the Day

Somewhere within our world… at some point within the upcoming dead-of-the-night hours… there’ll exist the gusty, gale driven lightning flashes and thunder crashes that’ll further enhance Midnight Syndicate’s spooky track Darkness Descends.

However… even if our skies prove starlit, we mustn’t be lulled into any false sense of security. No… you see… this night’s ol’ Devil Moon… it’s waxing sliver… shall not significantly illuminate our perilous, winding wilderness path to nowhere…

At times, such as this, we must exercise due diligence… watch our backs and steps. The mere offhand whisper… the telltale kicked pebble or snap of a twig… could alert any and all nearby sorcerers, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, goblins and demons… perchance the Grim Reaper… maybe even Satan, himself… to our presence.

So my travel companions… do we now venture forth to discover who and what may await us? All that may or may not be enshrouded by the misty cloak of dank darkness? Let’s find out… shall we?

Follow closely… ever so closely… as we silently slip deeper and deeper into the vast unknown of the supernatural world…

 

 

 

 

 

 

October BlogCast ~ Unhappy Un-Halloween

 

Before we track through this month’s musical selections, my apologies to anyone who may’ve clicked by ISO my October 1st BlogCast… to no avail.

So, how could that happen… or, more to the point… not happen? In short… circumstances beyond my control.

To flesh that out… to blame were two so-called leaders shooting off their mouths about shooting off their nuclear missiles… as well as childishly trading insults… DJT calling KJU “little rocket man” and KJU calling DJT a “dotard”.

With the all too real prospect of us (their 7+ billion hostages) EITHER winding up buried alive within the claustrophobic confines of subterranean bomb shelters OR incinerated into piles of radioactive cremains… entombed throughout eternity beneath megatonnage of ground zero rubble… I began to ask myself…

Just WTF was I doing blogging at my desk within the confines of my home? Would it not be wise to freely take in and savor Mother Nature’s splendors before it was too late… perhaps for the last time?

Working towards that end, I took a LOA from WordPress to venture forth into my lifelong, homeland and hometown… to take the time to fully appreciate all things great and small… that ranging from my upward telescopic and naked eye viewing of the vast cosmos all the way back down to earth to view an out of season, blooming daffodil. Even things as mundane as observing my breath condensing in the cold, crisp, early autumnal air, hearing the hush of the full moonlit night and savoring the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee all took on an extra-special meaning.

I knew, at the very least, were I to “survive” a nuclear holocaust within some hellhole shelter, I’d be able to playback these treasured memories within the theater of my mind. Were I to perish in the split second of that blinding nuclear flash… my recent experiences might even “flash before my eyes” prior to my either attaining eternal life or having my atoms blasted into oblivion.

Well, at least for the time being, that nuclear holocaust has been postponed. For how long? Well, that’ll be left up to those two blithering idiots. In any event, and in spite of all the uncertainty, I’ve opted to end my six week long, vanishing act from WordPress. This being the last day of the month, I still have a bit of time to squeeze in (and make amends for) that missed October BlogCast, too.

One certainty, here… Halloween’s storybook ghouls, goblins, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, witches, warlocks and zombies… even the devil himself… do pale in comparison to those two abominable monsters… i.e., DJT and KJU.

But whatever supernatural manifestations do wind up roaming the earth this dank, dark evening, these musical selections will certainly set the proper mood.

 

Beautiful Gothic Music [Piano] – The Cry of the Forest

Mike Oldfield ~ Tubular Bells (Exorcist Film Theme)

Tarja Turunen ~ Oasis

Midnight Syndicate ~ Born Of The Night

If you’ve liked what you’ve heard today, I’ll meet you back here on or before Thursday, November 23, 2017 for my Thanksgiving BlogCast.

For past programs, click onto my BlogCasts and Music categories.

 

21 Verse Salute: Nocturnal Admissions

Part One ~ The Awakening

 

Why oh why are we cursed? What’s the cause, bizarre dreams?

Ones, which lock tight our muscles, and stifle our screams.

While real world type nightmares, can inculcate fright,

There’s far more to my strange dream, this midsummer night.

 

From toss and turn slumbers, I abruptly awaken,

Are night terrors at fault, for my feeling so shaken?

I cannot help but wonder. What’s the cause? Who’s to blame?

Was THE VOICE really real, which had called me by name?

 

The whole room is spinning, my head is a reeling,

Try as I do, I can’t shake that weird feeling.

I’m not buzzed on booze, doped on drugs, NO, not my scene,

So what the Hell won’t permit me to feel calm, serene?

 

I hide beneath blankets, pillows cover my ears,

Such childish defenses, can’t fight grown up fears,

Bits and snatches besiege me, my memory cache,

A fleeting image bursts forth, like a forked lighting flash.

 

Tries to snag my dream frags, are a task truly daunting,

Creepy, will-o’-the-wisp, not too unlike a haunting.

Revelation now strikes me, I nearly scream,

It dawns on me how, this is far from mere dream.

 

As I lie face up fretting, wide awake in my bed,

Decibels grow intense, the sounds spike in the red,

Were I to tell anyone, would I lose all my cred?

OMG! Once again THE VOICE talks in my head!

 

It knows all I know! All I think!! I think so!!!

“Yes we do”, it responds, “ESP’s our MO.”

I then pose the question, “Are you friend or foe?”

It drones, “Let’s meet in the woods. Just follow our glow!”

 

I’m enraptured, intrigued, entranced, in a daze,

A lightshow backlights closed curtains, rivets my gaze.

I’m suffused with blue hues, pastel greens, purples, limes,

Tick-tocking so softly, twice the clock chimes.

 

In awe of the unknown, I lunge for the phone,

Press handset to ear, yet detect no dial tone,

I shout in the mouthpiece, “I can take this no more!”

THE VOICE in my mind says, “Egress your back door!”

 

Deadbolt clicks, doorknob rattles, all hinges creek,

Which way should I go, in our game, hide and seek?

Perched atop porch, my skyward stretch and a yawn,

Precede my two downward steps, my stroll across lawn.

 

Part Two ~ “Miles To Go Before I Sleep”

 

I enter the woods, the nighttime chill’s everywhere,

Watch pale firefly flickers, both on land, in mid air.

Starlit sparkles above, twigs snap beneath feet,

I cannot help but wonder, whom on Earth I shall meet?

 

Looking skyward, I spot three disks, fly in formation,

They light up wood’s clearing, our shared destination,

Blue hues, pastel purples, all bathe the expanse,

Instinct warns I should flee, while I’ve still got the chance!”

 

Yet, Earth has no future, due to despots so manic,

They scare me more than ETs, ergo I don’t panic.

Silver saucers touch down, the pilots appear,

I approach, we shake hands, there’s no need for fear.

 

They’re large headed, gray skinned, but that’s not important,

It’s big thoughts that count, here, our behavior, comportment,

They seem to be stunned, by my no-nonsense amity,

As if fully expecting, a first contact calamity.

 

Our telepathic connection, our meld, mind to mind,

Greatly aids close encounters, of the third kind.

I feel just like Armstrong, who, need I remind,

Once took “one small step”, “giant leap for mankind”!

 

But our facial expressions, all the sudden, turn sad,

We’re all keenly aware, that my world has gone mad.

ETs tell me it’s too late, that needless to say,

Tyrants, who crave Armageddon, can’t stave off Doomsday!

 

ETs have heard about DT, they appraise him as dim,

Since they’ve seen Earth’s near future, they know that it’s grim.

Once this narcissist despot, upon world stage, encroaches,

He nukes the whole world! Sole survivors? Cockroaches!

 

Part Three ~ The Light-Years Shall Set Me Free

 

ETs next make an offer, I cannot rebuff,

I can leave Earth, forever, avoid the times tough,

They plan to rescue ten thousand, save our helix double,

Transplant us light-years away, to a world free of trouble.

 

My thoughts? I’ll go gladly, the zillions of miles,

And this lights up our eyes, turns our frowns into smiles,

Here on Earth there are too few, who care about me,

So, off to distant stars, planets, is where I shall flee.

 

I enter their starship, we prepare for our flight,

They’ll provide all I need, I’ll be traveling light,

We lift off, zoom outward, soon Big Blue’s a mere dot,

I bid, “Farewell cruel world”, though I know it will not.

 

The starfield blurs brightly, as our ship starts to gleam,

As we attain speed of light, we become a light beam,

But the whiteness of linen, replaces white light,

Back in my bed, my dream dies, in the dark dead of night.