Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Sylphs Roundelay

A distant past of quixotic roundelay call to me
Beckoning with their tunable ballad
Overting to me the past gone by
Quothing in rebus as they swelt my heart

Their vileness of wickedness wreathes one’s soul
Like a Sylph rides on a thought in attempts to pother my mind..
With their puissant depth of knowledge they foretell
Their pertness is dangerous and coy

Cutaneous eruption of these ancient beings
The perusal they speak with pithy
Their Nobleness overweens one’s eyes
Like the blind walking into a guiding light

Mislead by an angel who has fell
Wearing the cloak of promise to hide their deceit
Entrapping my soul in their naught
Musty mutters they speak until I am no more

Escape seems like it has preterlapsed my grasp
Silent screams I can only cry now
This forceful violation of chastity they have cursed me
There is no where to flee anymore

Lisa Lynn ‘08

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Moon's Lighted Grace

Before him stands the white pole guards
Dare he cross his blood would be shed
Looking upon the dark stone walls
His soul soars to her instead

She rest her head upon the ice cold bricks
Captive of their embrace
Her tears, she cries, throughout the night
Under the moon’s lighted grace

The guards aim at arm with their steeling spears
Thirsting for the blood of those who love
Rejoicing in, creating fear
Keeping love from them both

Her soul soars to the skies and meets with him
Dreaming of feeling his touch
She closes her eyes and says a prayer
Please do not let this be it all

He bows to his knees under the starry skies
Praying to the heavens above
Please let me have my one true love
Rip down that Berlin Wall

The wind started blowing with a howling sound
The East and West held hands
The dark bricks started tumbling down
The guards and their steel spears laid to rest

His soul soared to her and took her hand
No more was this, just a dream
He pulled her from the crumpled stone
And held her so tenderly

Lisa Lynn ‘08

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Xiphlas's Daggered Edge

Crepitation of the coals
Amber lights they do glow
Rising high soft silver smoke
Gentle winds they do blow

Wreathing up towards the sky
How the stars shine so bright
Fading in to the black abyss
Disappearing in to nothingness

Xiphlas, with it’s daggered edge
Paints the sky’s blank canvas
Picturesque strokes lines of gold
As the Zephyr’s winds they do blow


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Mind Traveler

Exceeding your expectations
Falling into a trance
Seducing your imagination
All within a glance
Hypnotized by desire
That beats within your soul
Needing the Mind Traveler
To take you on the road

Whispers in the wind, call to you...
Hear me, they say
I am the Mind Traveler; I know what it is you seek
For the price of your heart, I will grant you my dreams

Enchanting euphoria
Overwhelming my whole being
Intoxicating visions
Brings me to my knees
Calling out loud
I hand my heart to you
Take it Mind Traveler
I give it to you

I hold this heart, it rest in my hands
It beats so loudly, it is my grace
I hear your desires; I know what it is you seek
I am the Mind Traveler; I will grant you my dreams

Teasing my spirit
Toying with my soul
Soothing my thoughts
Ensnaring my mind
Calamitous dreams
Sensual desiderate lay heavy on my being
Take my heart Mind Traveler
I give it to you

Tracing my finger, along your dreams
Consuming you, from deep within me
Into the depths, that cradles our souls
I am the Mind Traveler I grant you my dreams

Dancing on a breath
Treading on hope
Magical moments
Wherever I go
Mesmerized in a mysterious way
Handing my heart, over your way
Take it Mind Traveler I give it to you
Take it Mind Traveler grant me your dreams

I hold your heart, to my soul
Close my eyes and will not let go
I carry you with me, as I roam
I am the Mind Traveler I grant you my dreams
I am the Mind Traveler hand your heart to me

Lisa '07

Monday, October 20, 2008

The Bell Witch Legend

It being the month of October, Halloween is right around the corner, what would be more appropriate than hearing a good ole’ fashioned ghost story that is based on actual events. Let me share my personal experience at the Bell Farm, the center of attention of the Bell Witch.

Now I’m not sure how many of you have ever went to see the farm of where the Bell Witch is, but I have, it was quite some time ago. A friend and I decided to go and visit it one evening, just for fun, but we got creeped out very quickly. As we were driving down the black top road leading onto the farm, the road eventually turning into a creek gravel one as the blacktop ended. We were in a brand new vehicle at the time and then all of a sudden the vehicle just shut off, lost all power. Even though we didn’t see anything, we could hear screams, coming from where? I do not know. However, it made my skin crawl as we fought to try to get the truck started.

About after 15 minutes of numerous attempts to get the vehicle started, listening to the screams, the truck finally kicked over and we left as quickly as we came. The following day we had taken the truck to a mechanic to see what made it just cut off as it did. There was nothing wrong with the vehicle. The Bell Witch farm is very eerie, and something just does not feel right about the place, maybe it is the stories, or just thinking about the old ghost tales that does it to a person.

However, after hearing the screams and the oddness of a new vehicle with nothing wrong just completely cutting off in the middle of the night does not help at all when trying to be a skeptic.
Located in sleepy Adams, Tennessee is the former location of the John Bell Farm, one of the most famous haunted spots in American History. This sinister case involved spectral creatures, disembodied voices, poltergeist activity and even resulted in the death of John Bell . . . all at the hands of the infamous Bell Witch.


The Bell Witch Legend

Americans responded to the lure of the paranormal in droves, making "The Sixth Sense" and "The Blair Witch Project" box office hits and proving, once again, that our fascination with things that go bump in the night often makes our wallets go bump in our pockets. In addition, as logic would have it, interest in true-to-life, documented hauntings has grown considerably over the last few years.

One such haunting that has become known in recent years is the so-called "Bell Witch," a sinister entity that tormented a family on Tennessee’s frontier between the years of 1817 and 1821. Unlike the recent blockbuster films and its Southern folklore counterparts, the "Bell Witch" haunting involved real people and places -- just like us and the land we live on -- and has been substantiated by eyewitness accounts, affidavits, and manuscripts penned by those who experienced the haunting first hand. This distinction led Dr. Nandor Fodor, a noted researcher and psychologist, to label it "America's Greatest Ghost Story."

Despite the abundance of documentation pertaining to the haunting, the legend of the "Bell Witch" is very complicated. Errors, both in fact and logic, abound—as do many explanative theories based on fallacies and inadequate research. Anyone can claim to be a "researcher," "armchair historian," or what have you; but one must research the "Bell Witch" legend and history for many years to fully comprehend it and formulate a credible opinion. It should be noted, however, that research alone does not prove the existence of the supernatural and, conversely, not all researchers of such phenomena are out to prove its existence.

In the early 1800s, John Bell moved his family from North Carolina to the Red River bottomland in Robertson County, Tennessee, settling in a community that later became known as Adams. Bell purchased some land and a large log home for his family. The Bells quickly made many friends and gained prominence in the community. John Bell acquired additional land and cleared a number of fields over the next several years.

One day in 1817, John Bell was inspecting his cornfield when he encountered a strange-looking animal sitting in the middle of a cornrow. Shocked by the appearance of this animal, which had the body of a dog and the head of a rabbit, Bell shot several times to no avail. The animal vanished. Bell thought nothing more about the incident--at least not until after dinner. That evening, the Bells began hearing "beating" sounds on the outside walls of their house.
These mysterious sounds continued with increased force each night. Bell and his sons often hurried outside to catch the culprit but always returned empty-handed. The noises were soon followed by more problems. The Bell children began waking up frightened and complaining of sounds much like rats gnawing at their bedposts. It was not long until the children began complaining of more terrifying things--having their bed covers pulled and their pillows were tossed onto the floor by a seemingly invisible force.

As time went on, the Bells began to hear more strange noises. Only this time, they sounded like faint, whispering voices--too weak to understand--but sounded like a feeble old woman crying or singing hymns. The encounters escalated, and the Bells’ youngest daughter, Betsy, began experiencing physically brutal encounters with the entity. It relentlessly pulled her hair and slapped her, often leaving visible prints on her face and body for days at a time. The evil disturbances escalated over the next year to the point it was time for John Bell to share his "family trouble" with his closest friend and neighbor, James Johnston.

Johnston and his wife spent the night at the Bell home, where they were subjected to the same terrifying disturbances that the Bells had been. After having his bedcovers repeatedly removed, and being slapped, Johnston sprang out of bed, asking, "I ask you in the name of the Lord God, who are you and what do you want?" There was no response of any type, but the remainder of the night was peaceful.

As word of the Bell disturbances spread throughout the community, so did the entity's antics. Over time, the it’s voice strengthened to the point it was loud and understandable. It sang hymns, quoted scripture, carried on intelligent conversation, and once quoted, word-for-word, two sermons that took place at the same time thirteen miles apart. During none of this time did anyone know who or what the entity was, or its purpose for tormenting the Red River Settlement.

Word eventually spread outside the settlement, even as far as Nashville, where one Andrew Jackson became interested.

John Bell, Jr. and Jesse Bell fought under General Andrew Jackson in the Battle of New Orleans, and had developed a good rapport with him. In 1819, Jackson got word of the disturbances at the Bell home and decided to pay a personal visit. Jackson and his entourage, consisting of several men and a large wagon, journeyed from Nashville to the Bell home. As the entourage approached the Bell property, the wagon suddenly stopped. The horses tried pulling but to no avail--the wagon simply would not move.

After several minutes of cursing and trying to get the wagon to move, Jackson exclaimed that it must have been the "witch." As soon as Jackson uttered these words, an unidentified female voice spoke, telling Jackson and his men that they could proceed, and that "she" would see them again later that evening. The men were finally allowed to continue.

Jackson and John Bell had a long discussion about the Indians and other topics while Jackson’s men patiently waited to see if the "spirit" was going to manifest itself. One of the men in Jackson’s entourage claimed to be a "witch tamer." After several uneventful hours, this man decided to "call" the "spirit." He pulled out a shiny pistol and made his intent to kill the "spirit" known to all that were present.

Almost immediately, the man began screaming and moving his body in many different directions. He said he was being stuck with pins and being severely beaten. The man quickly ran out the door, and the "spirit" announced that there was yet one more "fraud" in Jackson’s party, and that he would be identified on the following evening.

Terrified, Jackson’s men begged to leave the Bell farm. Jackson insisted on staying so that he could find out whom the other "fraud" was. Jackson and his men eventually went out to the field to sleep in their tents and the men continued to beg and plead with Jackson to leave.
Jackson maintained the position that he wanted to know whom the other "fraud" in his party was. However, by mid-day the next day, Jackson and his men had already left the Bell farm and were seen going through Springfield. Jackson, a hero in the Battle of New Orleans four years earlier, was quoted as later having said, "I’d rather fight the entire British Army than to deal with the Bell Witch." Jackson later became the President of the United States.

Over time, Betsy Bell became interested in Joshua Gardner, a young man who lived not far from her. With the blessings of their parents, they agreed to engagement. Nevertheless, despite their evident happiness, the "spirit" repeatedly told Betsy not to marry Joshua Gardner.

It is interesting to note that their schoolteacher, Richard Powell, was noticeably interested in Betsy and wanted to marry her when she became older. Powell was believed to have been a student of the occult, and had been secretly married to a woman in nearby Nashville for some time. Betsy and Joshua could not go to the river, the field, or the cave to play, without the "spirit" following along and persistently taunting them. Betsy and Joshua’s patience finally reached critical mass, and on Easter Monday of 1821, Betsy met Joshua at the river and broke off their engagement.

The encounters decreased after that heartbreaking Easter Monday, although the "spirit" continued to express its dislike for "ol Jack Bell," and relentlessly vowed to kill him. As Bell’s health grew worse, the "spirit" would torture him more severely, sometimes removing his shoes from his feet and relentlessly slapping his face while he was experiencing seizures.

On the morning of December 20, 1820, after a long battle with a crippling nervous system disorder, John Bell breathed his last breath. Immediately after Bell’s death, the family found a small vial of unidentified liquid that Bell had partaken of the evening before his death. John Bell, Jr. gave some of the liquid to the family’s cat, and the cat died almost instantly. The "spirit" suddenly spoke up exclaiming, "I gave Ol' Jack a big dose of that last night, and that fixed him." John, Jr. quickly threw the vial into the fireplace, where it shot up the chimney in the form of a bright, blue flame. As family and friends began to leave John Bell’s burial site, the "spirit" laughed loudly and sang a cheerful song about a bottle of brandy.

In April of 1821, the "spirit" visited Lucy Bell and told her that "it" would return in seven years for a visit. Seven years later, in 1828, the "spirit" returned as promised. Most of this visit centered around John Bell, Jr. The "spirit" discussed with him such things as the origin of life, Christianity, the need for a mass spiritual reawakening, and other in-depth topics. Of particular significance were the "spirit’s" predictions of the Civil War, World War I, the Great Depression, and World War II.

After three weeks, the "spirit" bade farewell, promising to visit John Bell’s most direct descendant in 107 years. The year would have been 1935, and the closest direct living descendant of John Bell was Charles Bailey Bell, a physician in Nashville. Charles Bailey Bell himself wrote a book about the "Bell Witch," but it had been published prior 1935. No follow-up was published, and Bell died a few years later in 1945.

Today, the "spirit" which haunted the Bell family nearly 200 years ago is believed by many to be the source of numerous manifestations in the area where the story took place. Some believe that when the "spirit" returned in 1935, it took residence in Adams, Tennessee, once a part of the Bell farm. The faint sounds of people talking and children playing can sometimes be heard in the area. It is also very difficult to take a good picture there..

Several years ago, one of John Bell’s descendants was rabbit hunting and shot a rabbit, which wandered into some dense brush. While searching, he felt a large rock underneath the brush where the rabbit had entered. The rock turned out to be a part of Joel Egbert Bell’s tombstone, and the rabbit was never found. In the mid 1990’s, a picture was taken of a girl sitting on a rock outside the cave’s entrance. When the picture was developed, there appeared to be a man standing behind her. Upon expert examination, it was determined that the man-like image was not a double-exposure, but an entirely separate entity. It has been said that if you visit the fields of the old Bell farm on dark, cold and rainy nights, you can sometimes see small lights gliding over the fields and dancing in the dell.

The cause of the Bells’ torment nearly 200 years ago and today's horrid manifestations has remained a mystery. Numerous versions and theories that purportedly explain the cause of the disturbances abound, and vary from person to person. The only constant is that there was "something" wrong on the Bell farm in the early 1800s, and there is still "something" wrong at the old Bell farm today, nearly 200 years later. It happened to the John Bell family in 1817.

Suck Creek-One Of Tennessee's Beautiful Wonders

Suck Creek, located in east Tennessee near Chattanooga.

These are some photo's I had taken while in the eastern part of the state, there were a few times I almost slipped and fell into the cold water just trying to get the best pictures I could!

It was too beautiful to not and try though, photography is a passion of mine that I truly do enjoy. I was at awe with the red tones of the the leaves and rocks and the colors of the waters, such a magical place to see........Enjoy the photo's!

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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Chants Of The Wordsmith

She sits in the dark
Thoughts of him
Consumes her heart
She sits back to meditate
Casting a spell, calling his name

Candle light
Take my heart
Glows so bright
In the dark
Candle light
Call to me
Enamor him
With all of me

Candles start to flicker
Thunder beats the ground
Winds howl with wonders
Magic all around
Soft ballads gently singing
On the breath of the breeze
Stars toy fully dancing
On the roof tops of the trees

Candle light
Take my heart
Glows so bright
In the dark
Candle light
Call to me
Enamor him
With all of me

He hears the Chants of the Wordsmith
Seducing songs, call to him
Enchanting all emotions
That linger deep within'
They call unto him
In the balefulness of the night
Casting a spell on him, in the candle light

Candle light
Take my heart
Glows so bright
In the dark
Candle light
Call to me
Enamor him
With all of me

Lisa '07