THE APPARITIONAL TRACE:
In a recorded moment in history,
time stood still.
A tragic event occurs.
Death takes place,
in the form of murder.
Needless to say,
that it was a very violent death.
Then the ghostly aftermath,
hauntingly settles in.
A barrage of cries, screams and groans,
seem to echo throughout the house at night.
Tenants are affrighted when they go inside.
They say the dead never really rest,
after such a tragic death.
So beware of the apparitional trace.
AN AUTUMN PRAYER
The sun’s golden rays
shine gently down upon the trees,
And it makes me want to say,
O Lord, I thank thee.
The burnished colors of
Red and orange and gold
Stir a feeling of contentment
Within my soul.
Another summer has passed us by, and yet,
When I gaze at the autumn sky,
I feel the peace and joy
of your love near by.
The heart lost for ever
Everyone has a heart in body that sucks the world daily every moment I find the heart within me that sounds much as a morning bird became tired and more and became fired at last it got lost for ever.
Balubagan, Chapainawabganj
11/09/2015
In the darkness of night
What I know, know not at all whether it is fit or not What you do, right for me. I think you do always the same But is there any to take up from the sight of the world? open or hidden. our eyesight sparks in the darkness of night.
Balubagan, Chapainawabganj
12/09/2015
Dot
Here is a dot there is a dot no other place to stop only the glittering of eye and heart that beats the drum of the world I can see the path to walk where everything is placed with beauty and blush.
Balubagan, Chapainawabganj
12/09/2015
Pittsburgh Culture
I walked up on stage like I was a nobody amongst a timid crowd, who would have had an orgasm after a single touch. The spotlight was beaming on me, the guy who traveled from Andy Warhol’s old neighborhood to recite a few pieces of poetry.
The first stanza mentioned a vagina, you know, the kind certain woman share with the social media world via Tumblr or snap chat. They appeared to be nervous. I shifted the position of my ass in the wooden chair to begin the second stanza.
This one mentioned chlamydia, you know, the sexually transmitted disease most of the millennials carry around like an iPhone. I took a look at the crowd after that to see giant eyeballs, taken aback, like I was reciting Anti-Semitic literature, after they snorted an Adderall.
There’s no turning back now, so I continued onto the last stanza. It mentioned an orgasm, you know, the kind we all had before this waste of time, also known as the open Mic. Where people come to share their art with an uptight crowd. The same people who belittle Trump every chance they get, but then emulate Mother Teresa, ’cause that’s the type of behavior that exists in this pseudo-liberal town of Pittsburgh.
I was banned after that night for enticing people to think about their own obscene actions. Christ, if I wanted to be upset, I could’ve stopped at my mom’s house. It’s less of a walk, and the vodka flows like the Allegheny river.
Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he’s not writing, he’s volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. If you appreciate the man’s work, please check out his blog:www.
Brady Romberg to FilFan.com: Fractured bones don’t make up painful memories
Brady Romberg is your average stuntman. On a busy year, he gets 50-60 jobs. In some films, he does work that the actor didn’t get the slightest chance of doing. In the NBC hit TV series “Grimm 2011”, he got to be the monster while the actor didn’t wear the monster props at all. Brady suffers a few fractures now and then. Some break his back but most certainly not his backbone.
Brady handled the stunt performance business like the physics engineer he was. He studied the stunt market and when he realized he could make more money doing stunts than engineering he planned out how he wanted to approach it. He made up his mind in the very beginning that despite looking the way he did –pretty handsome, A-list star material- he wasn’t keen on becoming an actor when he could be a stuntman and make more money than most career actors and have a more exciting job at the same time.
“As long as you’re not a celebrity, being a stuntman pays better than most acting gigs,” the 32-year-old Colorado-native says, “and you can easily make a good name in the stunt business in shorter time. As an actor, you’d have to work 10 years until you start getting the jobs you wanted. In the beginning you would be getting almost no jobs, where you just show up on set and prep yourself until the star comes and then you’re out.”
what was so important at the petco
that you had to almost mow me down
was it a last minute run on biscuits?
a new chew toy for fido
or some cheese flavored treats for the cat?
i’m curious, lady
what was so important at the petco
that you had to almost mow me down
right through that intersection
like you didn’t even care
i could see if you were on your cell phone
a dick move and highly illegal in these parts
at least that would make sense
but you were staring straight ahead
eyeball to eyeball with me
as if we were up on some telepathic shit
did you even see me jump?