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There once was a wicked Warlock
Who lived on Crabtree Hill,
He lured the Witch of the Morning there
Who was my mother still,
My father, he was the patient type
Said, ‘Son, she’s just a witch,
And she’ll be back in the morning, once
That Warlock’s scratched her itch.

I didn’t know what he meant just then,
I was far too young to know,
What people did in the darkness once
Their feelings overflowed,
But I was forever curious
And suppose that I am still,
I wanted to know, so had to go
On a trek up Crabtree Hill.

The Warlock lived in a copse of trees
In a tiny little shack,
A goat’s head hung up above his door
I remember, looking back,
A window covered in mud and dust
Was the way I looked inside,
To see my mother down on her knees
Like a nasty Warlock bride.

I knew that I shouldn’t be looking
Then she turned, and saw my face,
And stopped just what she was doing
Though I’d seen her loss of grace,
I turned to run, then I heard his voice
As he called my mother, ‘Cath!’
Then caught me running off through the trees
As he stood, and blocked my path.

The man was a massive mountain,
And he wore a hat with horns,
His arms like a pair of Christmas hams
As he called, ‘This one of yours?’
I fought and struggled and kicked like mad
As he took me into his shack,
While ever the Witch of the Morning smiled
And said, ‘He’s just my Jack.’

‘I think we should cook him up for tea,’
Said the Warlock, with a wink,
And Cath, my mother said, ‘Let me see,
I must have a little think.
I hope that he didn’t see the act
Of love that I did for you,’
Then took my hand and opened the door
And motioned me out, said, ‘Shoo.’

Now I’m a man, and I think on back
To that day on Crabtree Hill,
And just like the Warlock, I will stand
In front of my darling Jill,
While she gets down on her knees for me
On the floor, without a stitch,
To show me the love she has for me,
Just like the Morning Witch.

David Lewis Paget
J M Baker Oct 2014
It's quiet now.
The crabtree slumped and it's shadow staggered across the broken dirt and cement that now seem mute in his years as a man.
Beaten down by the world.
Only a young boy paid any mind.
He once tried to eat the fruit it had to offer.
It was so sour and angry he spit the pulp to the ground.
He liked this.
The way it's **** flesh dried his taste buds like sidewalk chalk.
Written 9/30/2012.
Maybe I'm alive
Maybe I'm a lie
Maybe I'ma die
Maybe I'ma dive
Off the deep end
Well that depends
How deep your sins
Sew
Hold em close
Theyll never know
If you never tell them so
They'll never grow
If you never let them go

Like dandelions shuffle through gusts
A man behind a lie ruffles up husks
Like a bull with no tusks
Who could give a ****

Honestly I.
Work, sweat, bleed and cry.
Lost track of why
Probably cause it is I is who I lie beside
Haa this guy ^
Is who I try to hide
But it's dark inside
Wish I could dance like the raindrops
On your window that wiggle light
When you giggle I just might
Fall back in __
Better to die within
Than to have my heart broken again

So hey, I smile and I joke
Drift home to find
There's no love in this dope
A few know this false hope
Is sometimes the only cope
In mechanisms ambition burns
Turning talent into ashes
Can't tell you what I'm askin
Just please don't stop answerin

I'm just a lonely cancer and
This is how I feel.
Too much.
-Luca Ivaldi
"I'm the best corner in the game. When you try me with a sorry receiver like Crabtree, that's the result you going to get. Don’t you EVER talk about me.
Crabtree. Don’t you open your mouth about the best. Or I’m gonna shut it for you real quick. L-O-B.”  -Richard Sherman
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
The madman is the man
Who has lost everything except his reason
Chesterton was right.
The heart has its reasons:
Emily's dress was white

Grey day blues in Maryland
Ordinary ugly
But basketball with my boys
Tonight two green lights

Barnes and Noble bookstore
Billy Crystal knows a hassle
Barnes is alright
But that Noble is a real ******* :)

I read a biology book
The evolution of the mammals
I remember Lou Whitaker
And shortstop Allen Trammell

9th grade biology
Mr. Crabtree's Florida class
Judi and I lab partners
Sometimes saw her at Mass

      She was a grand wee lass.
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2023
The madman is the man
Who has lost everything except his reason
Chesterton was right
The heart has its reasons:
Emily's dress was white

Grey day blues in Maryland
Ordinary ugly
But basketball with my boys
Tonight two green lights

Barnes and Noble bookstore
Billy Crystal knows a hassle
Barnes is alright
But that Noble is a real ******* :)

I read a biology book
The evolution of the mammals
I remember Lou Whitaker
And shortstop Allen Trammell

9th grade biology
Mr. Crabtree's Florida class
Judi and I lab partners
Sometimes saw her at Mass

      She was a grand wee lass.
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
Cutts was found dead in her London flat,
aged 48. An inquest         into her death produced
a verdict of suicide by          barbiturate poisoning.
The             role of Blanche Hunt was taken over
by Maggie Jones, who played                             the part until her own death                     h
               (                                      ) Budget(           ),      
                                       $250,000
The Tingler                is a 1959 American                   |  horror/thriller
film produced &    directed by       William Castle;
It is the third      of five collaborations      between
Castle & writer Robb White, and stars
Vincent Price,               Darryl Hickman,                       {Patricia Cutts},
Pamela Lincoln,                  Philip Coolidge,             and Judith Evelyn.

The film          tells the story of a scientist
who discovers                             a parasite in human beings,
called a "Libido", which     feeds on lust'
The creature earns its reputation            by making
the spine of its host tingle
when the host  is aroused.      |
Box office  (                                    )    $650,000 (on double bill)
Fiend Without a Face is a                                1958 independently
made British                  black-and-white             science
fiction-horror film      drama from            Amalgamated
Productions,          produced by John Croydon
& Richard Gordon, & directed                        by Arthur Crabtree.
The film stars  Marshall Thompson,
Kynaston Reeves,           Michael Balfour
& Kim Parker.       The film was released
in the UK by Eros Films;          in the US
it was released by MGM           as a double feature      with The Haunted Strangler.

                 Fiend Without a Face            tells the story
of mysterious deaths at the                         hands of a  
[    mentally  created]                                 invisible life form
that feeds on Libido       and then
steals female                                              *******     &    spinal columns &  
       genitalia
       to use as bodies in order to multiply (                             ) its *******.

The screenplay                           by          Herbert J. Leder
was based upon                                        Amelia Reynolds Long's
1930 short story                                       "The Thought Monster",
originally published in the March 1930 issue of Weird Tales magazine
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
Revolutions don't start in the Center
But on the peripheries
Prayers for the octopus
And the old Crabtree

Mr. Charles Darwin
Leaving Highway 5
Island Girls!
Happy to be alive

I watch Europa Report
Director from Ecuador
If it is authentic
Catholicism close to the poor

Mr. John Denver
The Eagle and the Hawk
Rocky Mountain Higher
We ****. We fly. We talk.

         Sweet Surrender!

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