Halloween – Mark Wayne – "Warrior, Poet and Writer"

Life, Writing

Hiding Ourselves

October 30, 2019October 30, 2019 Mark Wayne

On the eve of Halloween are the masks we wear images of who we believe we are, who we wish to be or are we simply hiding from our true selves and others?

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople

Poetry

Hunting, on Halloween

October 31, 2015 Mark Wayne

Happy Halloween!

May you always be a light.

That the darkness does not comprehend.

Art, God, Poetry

Behold, A White Horse

October 31, 2014October 31, 2014 Mark Wayne

In the quiet before the coming storm,
in the dark before the first light of morn.
Out of the black night they come,
souls for the taking they have won.
From beyond the blood-red moon,
destruction and disease screams a terrifying tune.

Behold, a light-colored steed.
Ridden by death, its only purpose to make souls bleed.
Behold, a dusky charger.
Ridden by judgement, its only purpose to make life harder.
Behold, a scarlet mount.
Ridden by chaos, its only purpose to make nothing count.
Behold, a sallow pony.
Ridden by defeat, its only purpose to make conquest only.

The huntsmen were led by the dragon snake,
who turned the sun to black; its thirst to slake.
Those who were left fled in terror and fear,
a voice speaking of a fortress refuge; so we hear.
He will cover us with His feathers as a shield about us,
His angels will defend the throne; in this we trust.
He sets us on high, because we know His name,
set free by His mercy and kindness; we are never the same.

We call on Him and He will respond in swift deliverance.
He tramples the serpent in a moment of eternal significance.

Behold, a white horse!
Ridden by faith and truth, its only purpose to make all things new.

(The poem above was inspired by verses from Psalm 91 and Revelation 6 and 19:11 from the bible. On this Halloween night where the veil between worlds may be thin I wished to convey that although there is evil, there is something stronger that wins in the end. This is also poem 31 of 31 for the month of October Poetry Writing Month. It is finished, now onto National Novel Writing Month and 50,000 words. God bless! ~M)

Writing

Magic and Mystery

October 26, 2014 Mark Wayne

In halls of forgotten magic, live the many small moments of endless mystery.

For a light spoken from before time began came as a mystery of a deeper magic still.

Writing

A Cow’s Nightmare

October 24, 2014October 23, 2014 Mark Wayne

Quietly standing along the fence at twilight
The setting sun casts yellow flames silently down
They silently watch as the cars disappear out of sight

Days are spent grazing in fields of green clover
Content in hopes of more lazy days ahead
Clumsily they lay down and sometimes roll over

No worries, no cares, living completely unaware
As something wicked and evil this way comes
They think not even a thought of what to wear

But some know that cows are haunted by a dream
Visions of demons hysterically waving gleaming steel
The cows search idly for what it all might mean

Warnings are unheeded as All Hallow’s Eve approaches
A feeling of dread covers the land in wicked whispers
Upon the heavy mists malevolence slowly encroaches

Bipeds in startling white coats walk out of the dark
Staring evilly into the cows eyes revealing a glimmer
A crashing boom rings into the night sending sparks

They feel a thud and everything goes suddenly black
Falling to the ground in the final throes of death
Warm blood flows from the humans’ frenzied hacks

Revelations in dreams for cows come early and then too late
A grisly fate is upon them and their end has come
And they are now only steaks and cheeseburgers upon a plate

A little bit horrific and humorous in honor of Halloween being only a week away, as even cows can have nightmares of evil things! 🙂 This is also a link up to Hastywords for her 31 Days of Horror! And my 24th poem for the month of October, #OctPoWriMo!

Art, God, Photograph, Poetry

dusty rain falls …

October 31, 2012 Mark Wayne

dusty rain falls onto blazing fires

heavy smoke bleeds over the dusk

muted moonlight streams cast dark shadows

hearts beating loudly fears grasping hope

holding the storm hands reach through

faith, hope and love overcomes the dark

demons are trembling anticipating his coming

fleeing sight unseen God’s spirit reigns

~Maleko ©2012

Photograph is of the Seattle waterfront with the Great Wheel, Qwest Field, Safeco Field and Mt. Rainer in the background (look close there is a lot going on in this picture!). Edited using PicMonkey, an on-line photo editor with great and easy to use editing tools.

On the eve of Halloween are the masks we wear images of who we believe we are, who we wish to be or are we simply hiding from our true selves and others?

Quietly standing along the fence at twilight The setting sun casts yellow flames silently down They silently watch as the cars disappear out of sight

Days are spent grazing in fields of green clover Content in hopes of more lazy days ahead Clumsily they lay down and sometimes roll over

No worries, no cares, living completely unaware As something wicked and evil this way comes They think not even a thought of what to wear

But some know that cows are haunted by a dream Visions of demons hysterically waving gleaming steel The cows search idly for what it all might mean

Warnings are unheeded as All Hallow’s Eve approaches A feeling of dread covers the land in wicked whispers Upon the heavy mists malevolence slowly encroaches

Bipeds in startling white coats walk out of the dark Staring evilly into the cows eyes revealing a glimmer A crashing boom rings into the night sending sparks

They feel a thud and everything goes suddenly black Falling to the ground in the final throes of death Warm blood flows from the humans’ frenzied hacks

Revelations in dreams for cows come early and then too late A grisly fate is upon them and their end has come And they are now only steaks and cheeseburgers upon a plate