El Coco (PART 10)

Part 10

Google popped up a few links. Some of them were links to Youtube videos. Other links were regular links to websites. One video link caught my eye: How to Kill The Boogeyman In 3 Easy Steps by Dr. Nathaniel T. Doughe.
I clicked on that one.
An old guy sprang into view on my laptop. He was wearing this strange looking hat. He had a bushy beard, mustache and jagged scar across his forehead. It reminded me a bit of Harry Potter’s scar, only bigger. “So…you need the Boogeyman gone? Destroyed? Sent back to Hell? Well you clicked on the right link my friend. My name is Dr. Nathaniel T. Doughe and I will explain in 3 easy steps how to do just that. Free. No charge. Just remember to like this video and click on the follow button. Following my channel will keep you up to date with all the current ways to kill the Boogeyman.”
Yeah! Only 3 easy steps and it was free information. I was extremely happy. The task ahead would be easy and cheap.
Dr. Doughe cleared his throat and continued. “1st step is the most common sense one. One must be prepared to confront the Boogeyman with the right tools and weapons.” He lifted a huge book and showed it to his Youtube followers. It was an aged Bible with rips and what looked like mold growing on the cover. “Much like vampires, Boogymen are extremely scared of the word of God. Any sight of the bible will make them think twice before coming any closer to it. Use it as a shield.
“Another weapon one must have in one’s arsenal is another vampire tool. Holy water. I like to keep my holy water in a squirt gun,” and he picked up a red one from the table and showed it off. Holy water drips were falling from the trigger. “Holy water can be used as a defense or an offense. Depending on the situation,” he said this as he placed the bible and the squirt gun down. He then picked up this shiny jagged dagger and continued “here is the weapon of choice used by every monster hunter. The Dagger of Crom. These weapons were mass produced 10000 years ago. Before the Roman Empire. Closer to the beginnings of the Egyptian empire. Even though the daggers were mass produced only a few remain in existence. And this one “ the doctor brandished the dagger slicing the air with it “is one of the last ones in existence. The Daggers of Crom were enchanted, because of the spells casted upon them by the Shamans of that time. The Boogiemen back then were in abundance. These weapons were highly effective in keeping their population down. “
How am I gonna get a hold of one of those, I thought to myself disappointedly.

When The Mind Goes



When the mind goes
So goes the dreams
And all our schemes
When it decides so.

And not only dreams
But hope and fears
And all we hear.
And all be seen.

Laughter hides away
Scared to make its way
Hopeless and dismay
When the mind goes away.

Friends and family fear
I am no longer here
Scared to come near
Drowing in my tears.

A hernandez 10 2 2025

Not my photo


I’ve Stopped Listening


I’ve stop listening to my cat
And the world
And the tweeting birds
And the silent nights,
To the voices in my head
That would before
Keep me sane
Now silent.

I’ve stopped listening to my friends
And foes
And chattering teeth
And pumping blood;
No more listening
Makes no sense to listen
Anymore.

I’ve stopped hearing
All complaints
And prayers
And theories
And plans
And cries
All speeches
I’ve stopped listening
To him
And her
And all of them
Hovering around graves stuck in tragic times.

I have stop listening
To crickets
Chirping
And frogs
Croaking.

I am done listening
To all sounds
all around.
I am done.

A hernandez 6 19 2025

Together We Merge, Ending into Darkness, the Last Parts of the Morbid Mind

Our fingers are one

Our bones mashed and done

There’s no one to blame but us

And no time to put up a fuss

Our lives are fusing

Into a awful looking

Mess

But I guess

Its all for the good

For the benefit of the hood

Lest we forget our minds

And we discover, we find

That our lives are crumbling

Into the darkness, morbidly tumbling

Then we will have to figure

A way to design or configure

A way out of this mess

Get out hats and get dress

Flee for our lives

Avoid the big dives

Down the darkest unlit road

Cluttered with puddles and dying toads

Oh we must not pretend

That the coming end

Is a dream we wake from

Is a mistake we do not run

Run run!

For the hills lest we be done!

There is no other escape planned,

We are so absolutely damned

Lest we forget

Lest we regret

To remember or minds

Thus the end of time.

Art Hernandez 2 18 2007

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Semblance Of Sanity

Semblance Of Sanity Leaking My brain is leaking All over my moms brand New sofa. She is sad No fad She is so sad No fucking fad She cant stop crying Her world is dying She is falling Deeply sinking Brains Two of them Are better than one. And that monster had three. But just one head. Very big head. A hernandez 9 9 2024

Charlie Adlard art

The Unfriendly Kind

The unfortunate
Unfriendly kind
Come to my front door
Asking for my whore
I’m laughing in their
Faces. And I watch
Them squirm with that
Earth worm stuck in their
Teeth. It keeps trying to live
To escape the teeth and end the
Suffering.
I continue to laugh
As spittle strikes the Unfriendly
Kind right in their eyes.
I’m laughing so hard now.
I can’t stop laughing so hard now.
I need to breathe now.
But I can’t.
I can’t breathe anymore.
I need to relax. Stop laughing.
Stop examining that earth worm.
It’s eyes are staring at me.
Pleading.
I need you.
Help me.
A Hernandez 5 25 2023

BONKERS (5 Short Poems)

BONKERS (5 Short Poems) By A. Hernandez / 5-2023

Bonkers

All you motherfuckers
Are bonkers
Loud mouth suckers
Full of crappers.



Is There An End or Beginning?

Is there really a beginning
Or an end?
You. Over there.
You have the answer?

I don’t have one. sorry.
I wish I did.
But I don’t 
And I’m scared.

I Want To Rule The World
I want to rule the world.
But 1st I’m gonna take my
Shower
Eat my Wheaties
Brush my teeth
Put my pants on
One leg at a time
Get my chest covered
Step outside to listen
To the harmless birds
And the buzzing wind
Full of bees.
And other insects.
Get into my brand new
Car and take off to Disney.


One day
One day
Maybe Tuesday
Or maybe Sunday
Come play come stay
Come make me pay.
For the one day.
That day
I ripped your heart out
With my teeth.

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We all, Sometime, Sooner or Later, Find Need to Run Away From the Fears that Strike at the Middle of the Night / A. Hernandez 1992

We (my 5th grade class) had a poet come to our class to explain to us kids what was poetry. I remember him well, he had a mechanical arm instead of a right arm; he explained he had lost it in the Vietnam war. Anyway he told the class to write what ever comes into your head. Poetry was what ever your mind could imagine. His explanation of poetry had a profound effect in my poetry and writing. Best explains this very strange poem I wrote below. It has a very long title. I wrote it when I was 26 years old 31 years ago.

The man saw it, the moon white as snow, high above his head.

The man’s eyes were open wide as wide as a grave is dead.

The man saw the moon, shining brightly,

Glowing the ground and the darkness and blood red.

He watched as the bats and creepers that

Roam run through shadows and smiled as they fled.

Showers of rainy blood came quickly; drops on

His head, as someone above him was killed dead!

The rain was not of water but tasted of blood. The man split in four ahead.

Come to hell it screamed at him, grabbing

Him with all four severed parts, and even head.

Come with all of us dead and gone, bad and

Spoiled, come to join the band of the dead.

Then together as light meets night they

Merge and devour themselves into each other, all parts,

Even head.

Art H 1-31-1992

Original Pen and Paper / 1992

Dreadful Lingering

I try not to linger

In dark thoughts

But that’s just bunk

Yet dark thoughts are all I got.

I try not to linger

In dreadful thoughts

And all that trunk junk

But dark thoughts is what I got.

Not lingering here man

Get the heck out man

Understand?

Don’t linger here man.

A. Hernandez 3 19 2023

Digital illustrations by Aykut Aydoğdu