As My Tears Run Red

Not far from the grotto There lies a tomb Run down and dilapidated It hides the secret well Through the cobwebs and decay This empty sepulcher cries out Hoping for the master to return It did not always lie this way He was here Or was he? The name on the stone The carvings on the wall So ornate Yet, unbecoming His greatness masked by the mystery His life marred by tragedy I was a child of 13 when I discovered it Much older when I deciphered it Even older when I understood it Or was I? The heir, I was not Just a bystander to the inept Jealousy and rage filled the air How could they ignore this grand monument? Him, for that matter Sure, this house lay dormant Only a faint whisper of the wind Not even the rat or the spider ventured near Or did they? My vigil, waiting for him was long Days of staring turned to weeks Weeks to months, months to years This candle burned The flame of my innocence turned to passion Truths understood The tears of my prayers...

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....