Dances of Horror

One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain. (Bob Marley). Bob was clearly optimistic about music, I guess he never really explored the other darker side of painful beats.

Ghostbusters

I remember movies and shows like Ghostbusters, no not the more modern Melissa Gilbert one, the original from 1984. Remember Scooby Doo, appearing around 2002. Now for me that is what scary used to be. Then we all graduated to the macabre and bloody and downright heart attack causing, bloody and gooey, chainsaw wielding, mayhem and murder types of scary movies. Yes, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre was first aired in Texas in October of 1984. But then there were the 2000, 2003, 2006, and we got bloodier and bloodier. The many types of D's made things even worse, 3D, 4D and God knows what other D's. I shudder to think of what is coming next.

Still, I am sticking to the task of delving into the horror genre, hope it doesn't kill me, but only makes me stronger.

Pardon me, but these beats will definitely cause you pain.

Jigsaw, Hannibal, Candyman, Leatherface etc. Sings.

I have decided to step away from the everyday and comfortable and delve into the Dark Side of myself. Horror is something I have avoided even more than the dreaded Plaque. Extreme horror movies terrify me and cause the type of nightmares that have me waking up in a state of fear and dread. The type of dreams where one awakens screaming, thus frightening and scarily awakening the entire household. Many a night I have been quite unpopular as the one causing family others to lose their beauty rest.

I did watch Hannibal, but I must confess to not being brave enough to watch the others. Except some really badly done young folks scary movies.

Why do they make the young people in horror movies seem incapable of making intelligent decisions. They mostly all end up dead. There are, however, brilliant exceptions to this rule.

Lady Gaga-Bloody Mary

M3GAN

Somebody's watching me-Thriller etc

Michael Myers on Piano

Guess the Movie

X-Files, Stranger things, The Exorcist, Walking Dead etc.

Nightcore//Ghost "Scary song"

Hide and seek

Thriller

That being said.

Everyone but me, jumped from good old 'Scooby Doo', Shaggy, Velma, Fred and Daphne to Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Hannibal and the rest of the bloody gang.

I do have a lot of catching up to do, or better yet, I will just continue from here and hope for the best.

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Poem... by W. Ernest Henley

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul.

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The Bells

by Edgar Allan Poe

(published 1849)

I.

HEAR the sledges with the bells --

Silver bells !

What a world of merriment their melody foretells !

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night !

While the stars that oversprinkle

All the heavens, seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight ;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells --

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II.

Hear the mellow wedding bells

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells !

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight !

From the molten-golden notes,

And all in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

On the moon !

Oh, from out the sounding cells,

What a gush of euphony voluminously wells !

How it swells !

How it dwells

On the Future ! how it tells

Of the rapture that impels

To the swinging and the ringing

Of the bells, bells, bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells --

To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells !

III.

Hear the loud alarum bells --

Brazen bells !

What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells !

In the startled ear of night

How they scream out their affright !

Too much horrified to speak,

They can only shriek, shriek,

Out of tune,

In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,

In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,

Leaping higher, higher, higher,

With a desperate desire,

And a resolute endeavor

Now -- now to sit or never,

By the side of the pale-faced moon.

Oh, the bells, bells, bells !

What a tale their terror tells

Of Despair !

How they clang, and clash, and roar !

What a horror they outpour

On the bosom of the palpitating air !

Yet the ear, it fully knows,

By the twanging,

And the clanging,

How the danger ebbs and flows ;

Yet, the ear distinctly tells,

In the jangling,

And the wrangling,

How the danger sinks and swells,

By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells --

Of the bells --

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells --

In the clamour and the clangour of the bells !

IV.

Hear the tolling of the bells --

Iron bells !

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels !

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy meaning of their tone !

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.

And the people -- ah, the people --

They that dwell up in the steeple,

All alone,

And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,

In that muffled monotone,

Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone --

They are neither man nor woman --

They are neither brute nor human --

They are Ghouls: --

And their king it is who tolls ;

And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls,

Rolls

A pæan from the bells !

And his merry bosom swells

With the pæan of the bells !

And he dances, and he yells ;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the pæan of the bells --

Of the bells :

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells --

Of the bells, bells, bells --

To the sobbing of the bells ;

Keeping time, time, time,

As he knells, knells, knells,

In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the rolling of the bells --

Of the bells, bells, bells --

To the tolling of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells --

Bells, bells, bells --

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

NOTES:

The indentation of this poem was done purposely in an attempt to match the way Poe originally wrote it. It seems as though Poe had some idea in mind but no one is sure what it was.

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