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The Flying Dutchman

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5 more days ’till Halloween, Halloween, Halloween…

“The Flying Dutchman” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko.  All rights reserved.  From the book, “Madhouse Theater” by Scott Scherr and John Ecko.

From the collaborative madness of story teller and poet, Scott Scherr, and visual poet, John Ecko, comes this twisted collection of short stories, poetry, and visual nightmares from the darkest corners of their unbalanced minds. The stage is set, our props have been sharpened and our cast of characters are ready to perform their torture on you, fair reader. Within these pages wait a vast assortment of sickos, maniacs, boogeyman, monsters, myths, ghosts and much, much more. Please, take your seats and welcome to the theater. We hope you enjoy the show…although you’ve been here all along.

Madhouse Theater now available at a 20% Halloween discount from now through the end of October:

http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=2893692

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Double Poetry Release by Scott Scherr (a.k.a. John Ecko)

Posted in poems, poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2011 by ecko

When I’m not working on visual poems, I dabble in more traditional to free verse forms of poetry under the pseudonym, Scott Scherr.  If interested in previewing my more non-visual poems, I encourage you to visit my store page and check out previews from both books by clicking on the link below.  Thanks for listening.

 http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=2893692

“Almost Human” Copyright © 2011 Scott Scherr.  All rights reserved.

Almost Human is a collection of poetry that takes a deep look into the corrupted soul of mankind, and his journey into pursuing something more than self. What is his relationship and effects on our tired planet, on each other, and just how far have we come to spread the plague of indifference? Love born out of a broken and humble place is the only solution to collectively climbing back out of the darkness on our way back to humanity.

“Kingdoms of the Young” Copyright © 2011 Scott Scherr.  All rights reserved.

Kingdoms of the Young is a collection of poetry that explores the triumphs of the youthful spirit and the value of maintaining its perspective in a world moving far too fast. May you be encouraged and uplifted by these hope inspired poems as Scott writes about dreams, love, youth, hope, God and living life, as well as his thoughts on the value of poetry itself. Dream big, stay young.

Kingdoms of the Young is now available at Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Kingdoms-Young-Scott-Scherr/dp/1458389839/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1299566577&sr=8-1

The Flying Dutchman

Posted in art, ASCII Text Art, calligrams, concrete poetry, Halloween, horror stories, pattern poetry, poems, poetry, shape poems, typography, Uncategorized, visual poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2011 by ecko

“The Flying Dutchman” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko.  All rights reserved.  From the book, “Madhouse Theater” by Scott Scherr and John Ecko.

MADHOUSE THEATER

From the collaborative madness of story teller and poet, Scott Scherr, and visual poet, John Ecko, comes this twisted collection of short stories, poetry, and visual nightmares from the darkest corners of their unbalanced minds. The stage is set, our props have been sharpened and our cast of characters are ready to perform their torture on you, fair reader. Within these pages wait a vast assortment of sickos, maniacs, boogeyman, monsters, myths, ghosts and much, much more. Please, take your seats and welcome to the theater. We hope you enjoy the show…although you’ve been here all along.

For more previews from this book, just scroll down the pages or visit John’s Store Page:    http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=2893692

The Bitch

Posted in art, ASCII Text Art, calligrams, concrete poetry, Halloween, horror poetry, horror stories, pattern poetry, poems, poetry, shape poems, typography, Uncategorized, visual poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2011 by ecko

“The Bitch” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko.  From the book, “Madhouse Theater” by Scott Scherr and John Ecko.

MADHOUSE THEATER

From the collaborative madness of story teller and poet, Scott Scherr, and visual poet, John Ecko, comes this twisted collection of short stories, poetry, and visual nightmares from the darkest corners of their unbalanced minds. The stage is set, our props have been sharpened and our cast of characters are ready to perform their torture on you, fair reader. Within these pages wait a vast assortment of sickos, maniacs, boogeyman, monsters, myths, ghosts and much, much more. Please, take your seats and welcome to the theater. We hope you enjoy the show…although you’ve been here all along.

For more previews from this book, just scroll down the pages or visit John’s Store Page:    http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=2893692

 

 

Cold Turkey (A Thanksgiving Tale)

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Here’s a little Turkey tale, a bit on the dark side since we’re still feasting on Halloween leftovers…lol.  We wish you all a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

ecko

 

…the cold turkey answered. “Heed my words, or they’ll stuff you before your head hits the ground!”
      Thomas swallowed hard.
      “CHOP! CHOP!” the cold turkey mocked.
      “You shouldn’t say such things. It’s forbidden,” Thomas reasoned, stalling for time.
      The cold turkey laughed again as it came closer and said, “Yes, Thomas, it’s forbidden to speak of Thanksgiving. Lord knows, if we start talking about it, we just might figure out the truth, and they won’t like that at all, not at all.”
      “What truth?”
      “How fat are you, Thomas? How long have you been nice and plump and ready for eating?”
      “Shut up!”
      “Who’s idea do you think that was, Thomas?” The cold turkey continued. “Maybe we should ask all the others that went missing?”
      “No one’s missing,” Thomas declared, “they’re all locked away because they were crazy like you!”
      “Is that what you think, Thomas?” The cold turkey laughed. “Or is that what they want you to think?”
      “I know about your kind,” Thomas said defiantly. “I know about the facility, we all do. Thanksgiving is nothing more than an old wives tale to scare the gobble out of small children.”
      “I hear them, you know,” the cold turkey interrupted, looking very grave.
      “Who do you hear?” Thomas nearly whispered.
      “They tell me things, Thomas. They tell me how they died.”
      “Stop it you crazy old bird!”
      The cold turkey revealed a large carving knife he’d hidden behind his back.
      Thomas backed up slowly, regretting raising his voice and angering the mad bird.
      “After they chop off your head,” the cold turkey hissed, waving the knife around in the air, “they tear out your guts and stuff you with hideous things; dressing, they call it.”
      Thomas covered his ears, “Stop this! I won’t hear it!”
      “After they stuff you, they throw you in the fire and watch you BURN!”
      “Enough!”
      The cold turkey continued his horrific tale with disturbing glee, “Then, when they’ve tortured your remains to their satisfaction, they place your carcass on a plate and set you on their altars. Then, they pray to their gods, giving thanks and casting spells to bring you back to life while they slice you open!”
      “Please, stop,” Thomas felt faint with fear.
      “Finally, when you think the torture has ended, they throw your remains in a cold, cold place and slowly feast on you for weeks after!”
      Thomas was in tears. He’d heard far too much.
      The cold turkey dropped the knife and moved over to Thomas, comforting him with a featherless wing.  “Yes, Thomas, it’s all true. They don’t want us talking about this. They don’t want us to run.”
      “Who?” Thomas managed.
      “The men at the facility. The Thanksgiving monsters who ripped off all my feathers before I escaped. They’ve been watching us all this time, getting us fat and ready for slaughter. Not all at once, mind you; just a few of us at a time, just enough for their feasts.”
      “What can we do?” Thomas pleaded.
      “I came to warn you, Thomas. Now you must go and warn others.”
      “If you’re right then we’ve been living a lie all these years,” Thomas stated in disbelief.
      The cold turkey said nothing.
      “What do I do?” Thomas asked.
      “Warn them, Thomas. Tell as many of them that will listen and guard yourselves well in the night. You will know them by their words, Thomas. When you hear them ask the question, it may already be too late.”
      “What question is that?” Thomas asked.
      After a chilling pause, the cold turkey whispered, “White or dark meat?”

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“Cold Turkey” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko and Scott Scherr.  All rights reserved.

 

Madhouse Theater Gallery

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All visual poems above  Copyright © 2010 John Ecko.  All rights reserved.

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Madhouse Theater Short Story Preview:

Otterman’s Quarry   https://eckovision.wordpress.com/2010/10/23/ottermans-quarry-a-story-from-the-madhouse/

Fifty-First Street  https://eckovision.wordpress.com/2010/10/10/fifty-first-street-a-short-story-from-the-madhouse/

ATM  https://eckovision.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/atm-a-short-story-from-the-madhouse/

All You Can Eat  https://eckovision.wordpress.com/2010/10/15/all-you-can-eat-a-short-story-from-the-madhouse/

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Poetry From the Madhouse:  https://eckovision.wordpress.com/2010/10/29/poetry-from-the-madhouse/

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From the collaborative madness of story teller and poet, Scott Scherr, and visual poet, John Ecko, comes this twisted collection of short stories, poetry, and visual nightmares from the darkest corners of their unbalanced minds. The stage is set, our props have been sharpened and our cast of characters are ready to perform their torture on you, fair reader. Within these pages wait a vast assortment of sickos, maniacs, boogeyman, monsters, myths, ghosts and much, much more. Please, take your seats and welcome to the theater. We hope you enjoy the show…although you’ve been here all along.
 
Madhouse Theater is now available for purchase.  You can purchase directly at:

http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=2893692

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Poetry From the Madhouse

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Here’s a poetry preview, poems featured by Scott Scherr included in Madhouse Theater:

 

Someone Turn a Light On

Someone turn a light on,
There’s a darkness in my head.
I’ve been acting strangely
And I always feel half-dead.

I’m sleeping more each evening,
But my dreams fill me with dread.
Someone turn a light on,
For I wake in strangers beds.

Someone turn the light off,
For my conscience saw the news.
Another woman murdered,
By her bedside were my shoes.

I woke today without them
And my clothes were bloody too.
Someone turn the light off,
Best not know the things I do.

  

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Dark Room

I define helpless,
kissing death
in the
dark- I cannot rise.

My limbs are dead branches
for all they
are worth
now- I cannot run.

This mouth, void of speech
to cry out;
all hope
gone- I cannot plead.

Physical escape
has failed me
in this
place- I cannot move…at all.

Drugs work perfection,
even now
near the
end.

I possess a single eye open
to keep this
terror
real

and

ears to amplify
their footsteps
coming
soon…to my dark room.

  

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White Noise

The multiplication of voices resounding,
Sanity’s drowning in background destroyed.
All words that once rescued from sirens surrounding,
Lost in dark frequencies, death by white noise.

I’m deaf to their footsteps now masked by tone madness,
Legions of audio demons proceed.
My senses betray me, I dance in the darkness,
Sound works in silence, infecting my dreams.

I wake in the false light, subliminal phantoms
Guide me like piper, completely deceived.
To do what they tell me, and think that I fathom
The reason my hands are now red, while you bleed.

My conscience now muted, as well as your screams,
Lost in the background, where I used to be.

  

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Cellular Zombies

Have you seen them…roaming
with deceased awareness?
Former members of the living,
joining the ranks of the oblivious.

You may find them jogging in the park,
or on the freeway driving near dark.
They’ve over-run the shopping malls,
infection spreading down every hall.

Have you seen them…answering the call
with blank stare, no longer there at all?
Self-consumed by various transmissions,
losing sensibility, not aware of your existence!

Speaking into the cellular air
they’re lost in plastic receiver cares.
The longer you linger, the more you’ll diminish,
soon becoming victim of unlimited minutes.

So if you see them…roaming
with deceased awareness,
best wait for these zombies to pass,
for their insensitivity might be infectious.

 

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Strange Lights

We watched them move across the night;
strange lights in a moonless sky.

At first glance one might dismiss
this sleight of hand on eye.

One by one they killed all doubts,
and reason lost its voice.

Dare we let such wonder in?
A skeptic’s loss of choice?

How long did we fail to notice;
have they been there all this time?

In those few moments we laid down
the trivial for the sublime.

Like children when the world was new,
dumfounded and sincere,

We shared a common unity-
at least…until the fear.

We watched them move across the night;
strange lights in a moonless sky

pretending to be stars.

 

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All poems above Copyright © 2010 Scott Scherr.  All rights reserved.  From the new book, “Madhouse Theater” by Scott Scherr and John Ecko.

From the collaborative madness of story teller and poet, Scott Scherr, and visual poet, John Ecko, comes this twisted collection of short stories, poetry, and visual nightmares from the darkest corners of their unbalanced minds. The stage is set, our props have been sharpened and our cast of characters are ready to perform their torture on you, fair reader. Within these pages wait a vast assortment of sickos, maniacs, boogeyman, monsters, myths, ghosts and much, much more. Please, take your seats and welcome to the theater. We hope you enjoy the show…although you’ve been here all along.
 
Madhouse Theater is now available for purchase.  You can purchase directly at:

http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=2893692

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