Easter 2016: A Poem

March 27, 2016 at 7:01 pm (History, News, Poetry, Religion, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , )

Easter 2016: A Poem

Almost 2000 years ago, a tomb stood empty.
Empty of its occupant.
And the news of that event spread outwards from Jerusalem all over the world.
And light and love entered human hearts.

Today humanity’s hearts seem to stand empty of that light and love.
We have all of us made our hearts as empty as that tomb.
The heart of humanity has become like a tomb- an empty tomb- empty of Christ.
Holman Hunt once painted a picture of Christ standing knocking at the door of our hearts .
Today it would be a picture of Mary Magdalene standing outside our empty hearts asking, “My Lord is gone. And I do not know where they have lain Him.”

-A poem written by Christopher
Easter Sunday
Sunday March 27th
2016.

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Haiku About Easter Sunday

April 5, 2015 at 6:38 pm (History, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , )

Haiku About Easter Sunday

The tomb stands empty
rock unsealed and clothes on ground
Christ The Lord risen!

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In A Cave In Geneva

April 20, 2014 at 6:17 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, Mystery/horror, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

In A Cave In Geneva

The man who had accepted the mysterious figure’s offer on the top of Mount Everest and had then flown around the world in a supersonic jet (owned by a Park Avenue New York City billionaire) after having done so was now standing in a cave in Geneva Switzerland.

He was tied to ropes and was about to descend down a hole to a very deep pit in the bottom of the cave.

Some said the pit was bottomless and went deep down to the very bowels of the Earth itself.

The man with his arms outstretched proceeded to descend.

“Say, did anyone here know that this particular Easter Sunday is Hitler’s 125th birthday?” Somebody in the man’s party asked.

“Quiet you fool,” another man spoke in a very commanding and authoritative voice.

The man with the commanding and authoritative voice was dressed in a red robe with a red hood.

He resembled a medieval monk but was wearing an insignia on the front of his robe that no known monastic order of the Middle Ages wore.

The man dressed as a monk then spoke in ancient Hebrew and Ancient Greek and ancient Latin as the man in the ropes hovered over the bottomless pit.

At that moment, a spectral entity rose up out of the bottomless pit and entered the man’s body.

To some observers at the top, it looked like the entity resembled the figure depicted by classical Hindu statues of Shiva the Destroyer.

To others, the entity resembled the figure depicted by classical statues of the ancient Greco-Roman god Apollo.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 20th
2014.

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Easter Morn in London’s Highgate Cemetery

April 24, 2011 at 7:15 pm (Commentary, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Three of the heavy metal rocker Stryker’s groupies were in a London fish and chips shop nursing a hangover from the night before.

One girl opened up her purse and two of the other girls screamed, “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! You’ve got a penis in there.”

“How the Hell did that get in there?” the girl who was blonde scratched her head.

“I know, I know,” shouted the redhead, “you picked it up two nights ago after the rock star Stryker had his penis cut off by that guy who then turned into a hamster and scurried outside the nightclub.”

“I thought this extra large popsicle was taking a long time to suck,” the blonde sighed.

“It was no popsicle,” said the brunette, “like Miranda here just said, it’s Stryker’s penis.”

“Oh, my God,” the blonde hit her forehead, “oh, what a dummy. oh, what a dummy.”

“We really should return it to Stryker,” said the brunette Vivian.

“But he’s dead isn’t he?” said the blonde named Candy.

“I heard that recording executive guy Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell tell the bouncers at the nightclub to bury Stryker in his own tomb at Highgate Cemetery,” Miranda the redhead spoke up.

“Let’s go and open Stryker’s coffin and put his penis back in,” said Vivian, “a guy like that shouldn’t be buried without his penis.”

“But how are we going to get into the tomb and into the coffin?” Candy asked.

“Don’t ask such questions,” Miranda slapped her, “this is no time for you to be developing a high IQ now.”

* * *

Many eyebrows were raised among various people in London’s Highgate Cemetery on this Easter morning as three very beautiful young women wearing extra short micro mini skirts and sexy pantyhose and sexy spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes entered the cemetery.

They asked one of the cemetery grounds keepers where Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell’s tomb was located and he pointed them in the right direction.

They passed by a British bank executive who was busy vomiting on Karl Marx’s tombstone that had on it the epitaph WORKERS OF ALL LANDS UNITE.

They approached the Campbell mausoleum.

The door was open.

“Look the door is open,” Miranda ran in.

“The coffin is empty,” said Candy who followed close on her heels.

“They’ve stolen Stryker’s body!” Vivian exclaimed, “The bastards!”.

* * *

Miranda stood at the empty coffin and wept.

“Miranda,’ a voice behind her gently said.

Miranda turned and saw a figure standing there.

“Please tell me where they have taken my rock lord’s body,” Miranda begged as she grabbed the stranger’s leg, “I won’t tell the authorities.”

“Miranda,” the figure opened his robe, “do you know where my penis is?.”

Miranda screamed and ran out of the mausoleum.

* * *

And thus had the death heavy metal rock star Stryker risen from the dead on this Easter Sunday morn in London’s Highgate Cemetery.

And it seemed like all the doves had left London.

And the city was overflowing with crows.

And on the radio from a nearby apartment that had its window open… could be heard playing that old song from the old 1960s rock musical Hair, “This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius… the Age of Aquarius…”

To be continued.

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