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Helter Skelter

Charles (Charlie) Manson 1969

was in the Local News mostly The Times

when he committed the crimes.

The young girls were so blind

lace on drugs; hallucinogens and wine.

The trial lingered through A 70s time line.

 

I was 15 when we found Stoner’s Den.

Chatsworth Park North, where and when.

Behind the Railroad Tracks, & Tunnel;Then

Up in the mountains and hills we found

An opening to a cave in the ground

 

I wondered just how deep the leap

I dropped a rock in the hole

to see how far , The cave did go

But I never heard it hit the ground

Not even the slightest of sound

 

The boys had been there before

The opening in the ground was the door

A thick rope knotted Nice and Neet

Dangled down approximately 20 feet.

 

Ominous dark Messed with your head

Your feet had to find the ledge or your dead

No going back this way, they said.

Navigating rocks in a narrow jagged path

smaller and tighter the deeper you went

The time to worry was half past spent.

.

If you were claustrophobic

this was the wrong place to be

luckily that was not me. However

I was not prepared for what I would see

 

In the Dark ,The skinny girls cried

soon I know why, A Solid ROCK SLIDE

Lay flat on your back with just

enough room to bend your knees

and don’t sneeze please

Crawl Slide on your back,

stay close keep track

skinny girls had no fat.

They had to be pushed until their

body glide down the rock slide.

 

I had the opposite issue.I was fat

My girth was momentum on the rock Earth

I slide fast and hard with all my worth.

No control, A dip, A drop, unable to stop

I hit a friend, welcome to the Stoner’s Den.

Dimly lit, hard to see, Satan’s ****** words

Were Warnings, on all the walls ,

Invoking spirits, evil calls

Many half Burnt candles on the ground

piles of Dusty spare matches

And flashlights we found.

Whoever owned them was not around .

Once lit The flickering light filled the room.

An uneasy feeling I was in a tomb

 

A boulder so large we found.

couldn’t Put your arms completely around.

It could not be removed from the ground.

A pipe was drilled in rock from top down

 

If Your First time you must drink red wine and smoke the rock with *** you brought.

I was Afraid of what drug residue were left behind. Would my **** contain dope?

 

I didn’t want any part of that scene

overwhelming fear, the need to flee

Panicking, I was turning green.

 

Over and over they played their game

Three other girls lower their head in shame

The more peer pressured I grew cold

I said, NO ,I just want to go.,

Nothing more to say, I got my way.

 

There were three EXITS out

Easy, Medium or Extreme no doubt .

So You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to Know which way the girls wanted to go Nice and slow, Easy, Peezy no problem

Why couldn’t we have gone In that way

If the girls had a say! The experience might’ve gone a different way. Hard to say

 

Years later, we learned, The trappings of

Where we had been. As legend had it, Stoner’s Den was right below Spawn Ranch

were Charlie’s Family lived and danced.

It was know they had been to Stoner’s Den

 

Charles Manson, and His girls planted their Seeds they Cultivated evil deeds for Charlie Faithfully Under his spell they proceed

 

The reckless way we teens behave

We could Have gone to our grave.

We took a walk on the wild side.

in the dark where evil reside

Thank God we made it out alive.

 

That was the dumbest and coolest thing

I have ever done., BUT

I would not recommend it to anyone

 

Inspired song

American pie by Dan McLean 1971

Read the history of that song it’s pretty incredible

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Written by
cj-sutherland
65 / F / U.S
Published
Jul 13, 2023
Lines·Words
90·673
Notes

Helter skelter in the summer swelter. Would happened became part of our pop culture in a Don McLean song bye-bye American pie. Before the music died.

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