The Night Of The Dolls

       They are creepy and so life like
Their eyes seem to follow you
You pass it off as silliness yet down
Your spine a chill passes through

You tell yourself that dolls can’t
Hurt you and you denounce your fear
But something inside still makes you
Tremble when the night grows near

Like the stories of the werewolf and
Dracula at times the Moon is full
You know deep down there’s something
About it that let’s Evil rule

You’ve heard the myths and know
Of the legend of a baby’s cry
You’ve seen the tombstones of the dead
And know a possessed doll needs no alibi

But stuff like this isn’t really real
Yet there’s still this Erie feeling
You lay down in your bed and you
See a strange shadow upon the ceiling

You’re paralyzed and you’re about to die
You’re surrounded by a hundred eyeballs
And you realize the stories were true
And this is the night of the dolls

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 10/16/2020
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Dedicated to my niece Karla
Who once stated that dolls
Creep her out.

The Scorpion Queen And Her Twin Telson
      
    She’s an Angel, or at least
That’s the illusion she wants us to see
But I believe she’s the Devil
And there’s fire burning within thee

She’s beautiful in every way
Her dress is yellow and black
She’s perfect in every way but I
Caution you, beware of her attack

She may promise you Heaven
You may easily fall under her spell
But if you do, you may soon realize
You’re on the highway to Hell

I’ve heard the myths and fear the legend
Of her Angelic voice as she begins to sing
And how that’s the only warning
She gives just before her sting

There’s unbearable pain as her venomous
Poison runs through your veins
And how death is welcomed as you realize
You’re trapped inside a world she reigns

I know you’re the King of your castle
The Captain of the ship
I hope you have a heart of stone
And a stiff upper lip

Be prepared for your sentence, a life
In the grips of her power with no parole
You’ll be a useless man, a zombie
Without existence and without a soul

If you dare to venture into the stormy sea
Be sure your ship has a sturdy keelson
For even Hercules would succumb to
The Scorpion Queen and her twin telson

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 10/12/2020
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Mr, Story Teller

      Mr, story teller, tell me  a story of twinkle and twilight and fairytale
Tell me a story, a story of Hope
One in which the world doesn’t fail

For I woke up this morning, I opened
My eyes to see all that I could see
I saw a vision of the universe and our
World in a doomed destiny

I saw the planet’s and the stars
And I saw chaos in a confused galaxy
I saw it all so vividly losing its
wonder and all of its majesty

I’ve never felt so sad and broken
Hearted, never been so blue
So my friend here I am and I
Am putting my faith in you

So Mr, story teller, Mr, make believe
Master of magic and illusion and pretending
Tell me a story, a wonderful story
A beautiful story with a happy ending

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 10/09/2020
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Legend Of The Black Swan

     The oath was taken and there’s
No turning back now at all
You’re a part of an elite brotherhood
Sworn to answer the call

You’re the best they’ve seen in a long time
A ****** who’s shot is sure and true
Your reputation is growing with each ****
The best of the best, there’s only been a few

This is who you are, you’ve joined the dark side the oath taken under the black rose
You’ve mastered every trick, to perfection
Allowing for wind and the use of shadows

Though this isn’t the life you’ve dreamed
It’s the life that you were born into
And it doesn’t matter how much you wish
It could change, there’s nothing you can do

So you tell yourself lies to make yourself
Feel better after each assassin
You tell yourself that you will still
Join the Angels like a Saxon

After countless murders, in the distance
You hear the toll of your own bell
You’ll spend your eternity in the
Deepest fiery debts of hell

Yes this is your destiny and long
After your extinction like the Mastodon
Your legacy is that of the Angel of death
Known as the legend of the Black Swan

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 10/06/2020
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Like Dracula


   Take a look inside your heart, search
For any speck of love that remains
You can take the hate and throw it away
and break away from your chains

Somewhere there’s got to be
Something there to remind you
Of a heart and soul that you left
Somewhere far behind you

The damage and suffering came to
You on your journey through life
But the damage and suffering doesn’t
Have to be a continued strife

Know this deep down in your heart
The darkness fears the power of the light
So it’s time to rise up to the challenge and
Find the strength from inside to fight

We have the freedom to choose
We can Love or we can Hate
We have the power and it begins with
Each one of us, I pray it’s not too late  

We can’t be separated by minor differences like the black widow and the tarantula
We’re all humans and a spider is a spider
Know the dark fears the light like Dracula

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 09/25/2020
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This is not a poem.

Where Is God?

To those who may be wondering,
Where is God?
To those who believe,
You know the answer.
The notion and miss conception is
That if there’s a God,
Then why?
Why is there all of this Hell on Earth?
Why is there all of this pain and suffering?
Why?, Why?, Why?
The answer is—- This is Earth,
We were created to Love!!!
Love each other unconditionally!!!
Just like his love for us.
The battle between good and evil has been
Since the beginning of time.
We are given the freedom to choose,
It’s that simple!!!
We can choose to be good or evil.
God is not and will not just gonna save everyone from this world.
That’s not the deal.
The Deal——It’s very simple,
He says, choose me.
That’s it, in your heart choose me
And ask to be forgiven of your sins.
Choose me and I will save you, I will
save your soul from
An eternal life in Hell and give you an everlasting life in Heaven.
Die unto yourself and be reborn into a life
With me and when your days are over here in
This world you will join me in Heaven!!!
The signs are showing—It is written these are the end of days.
It’s been for awhile and there’s nothing written about how long the end of days
Will last.
We cannot turn it around.
All that we can do is make that choice.
The choice to be saved, the choice to receive the gift. We can choose to love and not to hate. We can choose forgiveness and to forgive.
That’s it people, it’s that simple!!!
Look, for those whom already know,
You have nothing to worry about.
I’m not here trying to force my beliefs onto anyone. I am just trying to be a messenger and present the news.
You can say it’s just a fairytale, a fantasy or a dream and that’s okay, I will never judge you or  condemn you because that’s not my job or my intent.
So you can say that I am wrong and I can tell you that you are wrong and that will be that.
I just know this one most important factor,
Disappointing, oh you bet ya, it would most definitely be if I die and find out that I am wrong.
But just think about that and think about how disappointed you will be if you find out that I am right.
I’d rather believe and be wrong
Then not believe and be wrong.
All I can do now is Love you and pray for you!!!
God Bless!!!

The Doctor Will Say

     I’m a man in my late fifties
My body has been abused
I wish I could have a new one or
At least from life be excused

I still need to work and so
Each day I must carry on
As each day arrives though I can
Feel the weakening of the pion

For I have been beaten by an abusive
Father and by bullies too
I’ve been injured playing sports
And to me pain is nothing new

Car totaling accidents you
Know I’ve been in a few
I’ve also had surgeries and here’s
something I need to share with you

I’m sensitive to the Anesthesia
So I die and they bring me back
I’ve always survived some how but I
Don’t wanna be a surgery crackerjack

Years ago I had a forklift accident and I
Injured my right shoulder but no surgery
I was much younger and tougher
But now that old injury is killing me

The pain is getting unbearable and I don’t
Take anything afraid to be a drug addict
But the pain and my brain are now in
A constant bitter conflict

Mind over matter is not an option
My shoulder is now in a rapid decay
Still though I hesitate to see the Doctor
Because I know what the Doctor will say

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 09/21/2020
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