As My Tears Run Red

In many ways, the paranormal boom of recent years has been a blessing. Not only has it brought a fringe science into the forefront of the adult collective, it has opened the eyes of many skeptics that once overlooked the spirit world that surrounded them. Research in the paranormal has also opened up a new hobby - paranormal collecting. Ironically, to many people, this pastime is nothing new. Collecting items of interest is something many people do to show off their personality. Personally, I have an affinity for hats, especially older hats that I find at estate sales and such. These sales now receive a boost in business from collectors looking to find the next addition to their collection. Finding these collectibles is the fun part; for many of us, it is like a treasure hunt or a race, hoping to beat someone to that believed one-of-a-kind artifact that can set you apart. However, if you are a paranormal enthusiast, collecting paranormal items can be more challenging than collecting...

I was watching the news last night here in New Jersey and to my surprise a story came on about a Mountain Lion sighting in Connecticut in the New York City suburbs. Ironically, roughly six years ago when I was working with my friends at the Smoking Gun Research Agency and doubling as Editorial Director for Haunted Times Magazine, I was called into that same area to research some big cat sightings. In talking with the state park agency, me and my teammates were basically told that we were insane, that it was impossible for any type of Mountain Lion to be alive in this area. I guess, that maybe they should have paid attention to our group and the citizens that originally reported the sightings. The following is the article that was originally published in the Premier Issue of Haunted Times Magazine in August 2005. Big Cat in Connecticut, Connecticut based paranormal research group search for answers. By Mark A. Mihalko Right now researchers from around the world are searching the far ...

Such a dark day in the world Leaders defiled The protectors destroyed in your name Not by the masses that follow But, from the hypocrisy of medieval royalty For what - your secrets? Jealousy? Fear? Maybe it was just their shame from following the false prophet The sinner who hid behind his disciples And worse, women and children Spouting lies of redemption Preaching abstinence instead of indulgence Creating turmoil in the perfect world Through it all, you stood tall These destroyers of forged faith were blind Failing to harness the power of your minions By creating a day of homage of their transgressions They granted you eternal life History crying tears of truths in your name You will never be forgotten You Baphomet, will live forever Like the Templar’s, your followers will bleed for you Carrying on the traditions past down by the strong Your enigma, a mystery to most A companion to some A day of fear to the meek That day is today, Friday the 13th

Today I stand Peering into dominion Searching for the pathway to your heart For years, I have waited Longing for your touch Hoping to explore the illicit boundaries When we last met The embers of jealousy turned to flame Partnerships to hatred Our identity lost Our existence no more Life is so different now I have changed My path no longer harbors light Only darkness Desires My heart remains empty though Longing for another sign A void only you could fill My fantasy, an impossible dream? Perhaps After all, I am only a memory now Your unforgiven

After watching Sasquatch: The Legend of Bigfoot today, I decided that I would start a Cryptozoology themed week for my other Blog; The Ring Master's Realm .  With that in mind, I decided to post some recent comments about my first book Searching the Abyss .  Sure, this is one of the last major non-fiction projects I have completed, my love of the unexplained and paranormal continue to motivate me in my writings.  Have you ever heard of that unexplained animal sighting up the road? Or been interested in organizing a trip searching for your native legends? If so, this is the book for you. This handbook outlines the world of cryptozoology, everything from its humble beginnings to details on collecting evidence in the field. Complete with tips on researching, classifying and investigating cryptids, this book is easy to use and is everything you need to get your search started. Written for the beginner, Searching the Abyss offers both practical advice and personal exper...

Shattered Slices of pleasure take a toll Alone you lay Tears of pleasure Cries of pain Hear the last gasp of sin? Scarlet streams line the walls Silent spectors enjoy the performance My altar is clear My soul whole My sins.... 

The fragile one rises Speaking volumes with the silence Projecting visions into the emptiness Destroying hope One world out of touch Lost in the spiraling masses of descent Two bodies make one Four eyes make six Reality cries out The fragile one screams Another day ends

This is from Walking Before Dawn  (available for kindle or email me for a signed copy) and was also published by Whispering Spirits Magazine .   A lone tombstone Elisabeth Alone in the heart of this sanctuary Are you the one? The maiden we search for The Green Lady The legends vary Drowned in a swamp Taken by a scorned lover Satan's seductress I am here Alone Come to me Many have seen you walking Hitchhiking on the lone dirt road Traveling the downward spiral into the depths of stone Snap I take a picture A beautiful light shines clear Is that you? Unveil your vortex Open my blindness Let me share your story Symbols burnt into the earth surround you Did they succeed? Summoning you from your slumber Conjuring your restless spirit Flirting with an unknown evil If so, can I enter? I belong with you Come to me Silence Suddenly I see a figure Is it you dear? No Worse, it is legion These cloaked figures rise from the ashes Surrounding me They want my heart My soul My life They w...

This is going to be part of my zombie epic (if I ever get around to finishing it). Unfortunately, I am unsure which character is speaking to me with this one. I am sure I will figure it out in time... It haunts me in times of solitude A vague whisper of a dream I can almost remember The lingering warmth of a forgotten touch I sense it there, in the darkness In the quiet moments of times I can barely recall Resting on the limits of my reason It calls to me, urging me to cry out Only to have my voice echo into nothingness It is a history that was written in stone ages ago And every figure of it has faded away To leave me here to live in the shadow of a wraith A vision of what was and a lost wish of what may be I know it, and I know it is there It waits for me to discover it once more To unearth the secrets it holds and find myself Because without it I am but an undefined impression of possibilities It becomes me as I have always been a part of it A promise that has exi...

I just received an awesome email from Charlotte Gledson , a great writer and one of the editors of House of Horror Magazine notifying me that one of my submissions has been picked up for Issue #2, the Spring Break/Road Trip edition. I cannot wait to see it! Information on this quarterly print publication can be found at their webpage .

The Edward Ballister Project is now available at amazon.com .  Pick up a copy of this great novel today! I wish that, as I was growing up, I had written down the memorable sweet evenings that passed in the night like a breeze through a downtown courtyard. But I did not. I wrote down nothing, only remembering the past through shoddy memories and the far-fetched recollections of others. As unimportant as that may seem to most, it is very important to me; I traded the sweet for the strange the day that I was introduced to Edward Ballister. -Excerpt of Chapter One by Jeff Ezell Product Details Paperback: 168 pages Publisher: Static Movement (March 29, 2011) Language: English ISBN-10: 1617061018 ISBN-13: 978-1617061011 Product Dimensions: 9 x 6 x 0.4 inches

Roughly two years ago, I was honored to become part of a tremendous creative endeavor, The Edward Ballister Project. The idea was simple, bring different writers, with different styles and ideas together to create one nightmare. Finally, today, I got word of it finally going to print with Static Movement. What a day! Do you really want to know who I am? I think deep down, you already know... THE EDWARD BALLISTER PROJECT. IT'S UP TO YOU HOW THE STORY ENDS.... This project is to bring together a group of dedicated authors who are prepared to write a chapter each in order to create a phenomenal piece of dark fiction, resulting in a completed novel. Each author can take the story in any direction they wish, creating twists and turns to develop it into one of the the most exciting page turners in horror writing. Each author will have a different interpretation on the story, making this a unique experience for both writer and reader. Once the novel is complete it will be considered f...

Every night I struggle with reality My fragile heart saddened by the void in our lives My hopes A faded memory lost at sea My fears A wall of tears around my heart With you, I can live again I lay alone Waiting on your beauty to pierce the darkness To fracture the boundary that keeps us apart Beloved seraph Sweep into my dreams Comfort me with your soft whispers of love Echoes of lust Our destiny Remind me of the meaning of perfection The happiness felt in the morning interludes we share The way you complete me Every night I struggle with the loneliness My mind wandering the pathways that will be My hopes A silken vision of our bodies as one My fears A torment of the world we now share With you, I will live again I lay alone Waiting on your caress Longing to feel your flesh upon mine Precious angel Fall into my arms Tempt me with the splendor of your breast The softness of your lips The future Lead me to tranquility where our souls combine Our empti...

Mysterious lines cross the sky Did you see them? He was there upon the bridge Staring into the chasm before the despair Alive again Shaking the mortal landscape Their foundations cracked Apparent only to the blind Did you see him? His return prophesized in scripture At least forty years have past since the last encounter The signs were all around A moth flew across the clouds weakening the rafters Blinding the populace with dissent At last, his message revealed Did you hear him? Mass destruction followed The past rises from the ashes With the meek again standing guard More disasters abound Two more if the legends are true Those eyes burn with laughter Did you see them? The grand wings unfurled His presence feared The moth again takes flight The locations planned Devastation near Remember the point His rise to immortality Will this time end the same way? Will the innocents' death be in vain? They bled for him Their souls sacrificed for the good ...

• Published in the Ashen Eye: Torment What is happening out there? These people…These depraved creatures Plaguing us like the locusts in Babylon My mind cannot, will not comprehend what I have witnessed tonight This ordeal glistening like a surreal testament from Argento This nightmare cannot be real I shake, trembling from the fear I must stay strong The others are counting on my vigilance For generations it has been passed to me to have faith Faith in what I ask Truths and lies, heaven and hell Depends on your perspective, doesn't it? I remember my grandmother enumerate scripture and verse Words I saw promulgated by the corrupt and pretentious In my mind, I can hear her now It was allowed to fight against God's people and defeat them And it was given authority over every tribe, nation, language and race (Rev 13:7) Are we in the midst of the 42 months of deceit? Or has god finally forsaken us at last? In my mind, the answer is clear He did fuck all with these sins of torm...

Now that our beauty is relatively safe, I guess we should venture into the cathedral again. I think it is time for Saint Peter to stand before us and preach his gospel. Wow, Saint Peter, I wonder where that name came from for this? Maybe it is because of my love for the writings of the great prophets like Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce or Saint Malachi. Yeah, it must be Saint Malachi. In his teachings, Peter the Roman is supposed to rise to power and become the final pope, causing great turmoil across the land. Ironically, similar to the uprising spawned by this clergy member.    The almighty spoke and the earth trembled, Thou shall drive the infidels into the Chasm of Flame. Their sins cleansed at the hand of the father. The Great Beast opened his mouth at the base of the mount, And laughed at their despair ( Jehovah 7.28 ) My children… My flock… Behold the mighty beast His teeth glistening in sunlight, waiting for our offering The purification of the heretics is at hand We must...

The unknown regions of love The helpless feelings of life My desolate heart cries out Desires Trust Passages of unknown meaning I am helpless I come I run I hide Slowly time crawls Alone in the abyss I wonder Trapped in solitude You fill my head with love Desires Trust I reach for you The pain of reality takes hold Misunderstood Look Around Feel the unsettling persona? Hopeless Fear surrounds me Can you hear the clock? I can Tick-tock, tick-tock The pulse of the unknown What is out there? Or is it in my head The pain covers everything Trembling You are gone I am alone again Who am I? A bitter taste touches my lips A hand takes my sight I can’t move Screams fill the air Can you hear me? Gone The darkness is here I am lost