What Fears Become from The Horror Zine

Introducing the NEW Horror Zine book HERE!

Featuring the work of dead beat poet

Published by Imajin Books


From horror masterminds Bentley Little, Ramsey Campbell, Graham Masterton, Joe R. Lansdale, Elizabeth Massie, Piers Anthony, Melanie Tem, Cheryl Kaye Tardif, Scott Nicholson, Conrad Williams, Simon Clark and a host of other respected authors, poets and artists comes WHAT FEARS BECOME, a terrifying collection of bone-chilling, nail-biting horror that is sure to keep you awake until all hours of the night.

This anthology brings together some of the best works from The Horror Zine, an online magazine dedicated to giving you chills and thrills. Edited by Jeani Rector, each story, poem and art work within showcases an international talent that will give you shivers.

Featuring three poems by dead beat poet [b.a.d].

Published by Imajin Books

"Each spine-tingling chiller takes the reader into the depths of eerie imaginations!" ―Fangoria

Bad Friend Experience

You boo when there is a supoprtive cheer
you smile and nod nicely to my face
you pleasantly disagree with things dear
you bet against me and then rig the race
you grin but when i’m not looking it’s a sneer.

You laugh when i stumble with persistance
you frown when i am happy and succeed
you clap for long uncomfortable silence
you give bad advise when there is no need
I can’t stand the ‘Your Friend’ experience.

Dualistic Dynamic Duo

Sometimes i feel like the logical Mr. Spock
sometimes i’m like Captain James T. Kirk
a calibrated clock, does more than go tick tock
Relativistic synergy is part of the cirque.

Sometimes i feel like Gilligan the first mate
sometimes i’m like the Skipper in charge of you
governing operational dynamics, aren’t ever late
Aetherspheric navigation with a smart & small crew.

Sometimes i feel like the mysterious Mr. Roark
sometimes i’m like the vanishing little lost Tattoo
to get what you want now, give it some more torque
Quantumetric differences bond both me and you.

                                         

Seasonal Aetherspheric Cycles

Another summer gone without notice
another fall with a thing unanticipated
another spring with a floating Lotus
another winter of dreams dissipated.

An inner season is upon us at all times
with each other the long saga will continue
we’re all guilty of crying emotional crimes
spacial distortions for all of us to misconstrue.

We’re floating in the middle of a long quantum string
a super massive black hole awaits arrivals to stay
from here to there our Aetherspheres will be blending
hell is wanting more, and heaven happens every day.

Crooked Clarity Compass

Social fabrication is denial
commitment to what is reality
vision creates a cognitive fusion
knowledge comes from dualistic da da
the crooked compass shows us the right way
open to what is next and not their next
blur is an example of time travel
three components make relativity
declaration of what is and isn’t
clarity eliminates neg bias.

Spare Change for Peace

Potatoes and tuna fish for dinner

almost free ramen noodles with an egg

worried about what to eat at month’s end

every moment warped with an empty angst

there should be free food everywhere we are

change for peace and the beggars and hungary

random acts of freedom are what’s needed

the starving have jobs and children as well

pay for peace because war is the easy

put freedom on the menu as anything.

Simple Juxtopositional Phraséologie

Abecedarian tetragramotion

bellibonistic and shoulderclapper

cacophemistical rejectamenta

desuetude as quadragenarian

ephemeral paraphilemia

folie de doute oligophrenia

gelogenic nikhedonia

hueristic medulla oblongata

idaotropic lethologica

jugulative for kakistocracy.

Mirror Self Convection

Mirroring all people is what we do

you are what you do see and want to be

smile begets smile frown begets frown

people become what they see on t.v.

pervasive paradigm paralysis

there is only reflection of your self

the deck is stacked against your consciousness

your free will is only partially real

we are attracted to what we want now

aetherspheric cerebral convection.

Behind Proximal Doors

 What would you do different behind closed doors

they are our them and we are their them they

old movies have the answers download now

they are them self who you fear them to be

the veil over your eyes is thick and sweet

if you knew everyone was watching now

what if your everyone isn’t that many

you are never completely all alone

secrets form proximity and all see

society is unbalanced with us.

Placebo Enabler Envelopes

 Please be my placebo enabler

your certainty’s relatively priceless

the bad blocker is still here as well

transubstatiation modifies our mind

take the red and blue pill before bed sex

the prostitute and the whore are different

sitting in the sun and cold none the less

most powerful force in the universe

reanimate the self within your we

aethersperheric paradox envelopes.

Standard Absudum Vortex

Thinking out loud in silence with you now
if left alone down the vortex i go
open minded and skeptical we are
do everything alone on the steep edge
looking is a form of quantum changing
aetherspheric synergy increases
when you measure something real it changes
washable experience left to dry
silver cords wrap completely imperfect
standard absudum deviation is Zen.

When Who Looks and Listens Why


Who is in charge and we don’t really know
what do they want and why do they sigh
who is watching us underneath the moonglow
what do they do to get off on their high.

Looking and listening to every click
listening to the looks of white headphones
looking and baiting with the next chick
listening to the looks of silent stones.

When will it stop, slow or ever begin to end
why do they look so intently and stare
when will they stop coming round the bend
why do they show up most everywhere?

i Now Know No

i don’t know who you really are
i don’t know why you’re really here
i understand the near and far
i understand the confusion and fear.

Now is the moment to be in power
now is the way to rightfully be
now is the key to the knowledge tower
now is the power to finally see.

Know is what i very want to sing
know is what i’ve always swerved
no is the answer to everything
no is the answer that’s deserved.

Socially Faded Oasis

He’s always watching from the hill
he’s always out there on a dare
making sure i always softly fell
making sure i never much care
paving my private path to hell.

The walking dead can’t be tortured enough
taken in by a handshake and a grin
complements and accolades are never enough
nothing will ever be the same again
there will never be the end of ever enough.

The hypocritical oasis paves the path very fast
the time has come once again to wear the hood
hot is not what’s on the plate or will ever last
the clock of my time-line is cracked for good
nothing can be done to alter the faded past.

Nothing is as it seems and all lost in pseudo rhyme
nothing is as it was or as there will never be affection
one bad deed deserves one of equal and opposite polarity
life is stranger than any conceived vivid-self deception
digging my own grave one self deception at a time.

Build a plank made of pop cycle sticks and bubble gum
an invited wrath and welcomed long long away after-math
being repeatedly stabbed in the back but not nearly deep enough
the aethersphere is always waiting and full of friendly staff
although myself shines on the outside it’s full of dark stuff.

There is no loathing when it’s backed by a deserved hate
doing the left thing of a least resistant slippery path
fear is the driver to avoid the bitter truth blue platter plate
retrograde ex uses and selectively highlighted past
the chance for redemption was lost long ago to fate.

There is only the waiting to see what happens next
seeing and understanding happens in a welcomed find
progress of an empty fate has always been my vexed
dry by day and night to call me a fool would be kind
the reflection in the mirror is a monster self-hexed.

If i just hold on tight while i become the food
life hasn’t been mine in such a stretch to see
bad guys always hide behind a shield of good
my worst enemy and arch nemesis is b.A.d me
life isn’t real and he as me is now understood.

Please Factor In & Out The Coincidence

Please kill me now or tell me what you want

please tell me how or fill my grave with taunt.

Factor in the elements of my long lost unbeing

factor in the gone and considered with everything.

In the out door and then to the empty front table

&

out the in door and then end the tall phony fable.

The nightmare of my unconsciousness is unbound

the cross i bare is chained to a soul that’s unfound.

Coincidence is as coincidence usually sometimes does

coincidence is not as random as this one once because.

Which Way Out

Which of you are real
which of you are fake
which of you feed and heal
which of you snake and take?

Way to go again and again
way to find another way out
way to walk into the wrong sin
way to hide away and pout.

Out is out there somewhere
out is the best way to see
out of everything except gravity
out of your mind is where i’d rather be.

Blinded Wow Love

bluelip

A blind woman with a blinded love
in a blind land wishing for a real man
one who will give her a life from above
the one who will hold her light and stand.

This secret wish is another secret worth telling
unhappiness is lost where hearts have to search
a hidden place from a sad heart that’s high flying
to the place where you can even follow and perch.

In what place will I not become a predator of my self
long-time since never checking in n’ write this once forgot
was surprised and amazed that someone reads from a shelf
join in the jumping because the happy joy mode is on the slot.

More amazed to read invitations that follow when we sneak on in
WWWWWWWOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW what a wonder to behold
four thumbs up 4 an average OOOPS then fall down and hahaha again
there is someone missing me or recently using my media to write and old.

She wants to be fair to both of them by meaning what she says with her ad
here she is ready to write and share her feelings with everyone once again
get set peeps and tighten yo seat belt coz Ninoy’s gonna make u mad
bunches of loves she has to offer us with lotsa fun and pretend sin.

She knows her real problems and she knows her unreal fears
it’s true but hold on tight and don’t you ever want to quit
she knows that her sorrows are lost in her wet tears
it’s true that she doesn’t know how to hard hit.

To tell you the simple truth without the loss
the Universe knows more than anybody
she comes to wipe it away like floss
doing it right and having it ready.

It’s done as soon as it can be
which no end to tomorrows
mourn the comfort too see
burdens and our sorrows.

Are You We

Are you going to abandon me
are you going to turn and run
are you going to listen to me
are we going to experience fun ?

Are you who you say you are
are you who you want to be
are you who you are by far
are we going to together see ?

Are you dancing to the same beat
are you on the same frequency
are you someone we want to meet
are we going to redefine delinquency ?

You Are Knot Cool

You wasted my time
you wasted my reason
you wasted my money
you wasted my seman.

Are you happy now
are you vacant of will
are you completely evil
are you a poison pill ?

Knot is what you twist
not is what you are
knot is what you tie
knot upon a distant star.

Cool is what you’re not
cool is way out of reach
cool is not less than hot
cool is how you I teach.

Ultra Vivid You

Ultra is how I think of you

ultra is how you feel when I do

ultra is how you take me over

ultra is how we aetherially dew.

Vivid is your electrochem charge

vivid is your outer flow glow

vivid is your shimmering self

vivid is your feelings we know.

You always move in sync with me

you always wish to spend the day

you always sense my presence

you always want to make me stay.