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Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (1 Viewer)

wkamen

Senior Member
It was a warm summer night in LA, August ’69,
A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.
Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,
when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise.
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Earlier before dawn, a quiet eerie breeze came alive
and kept blowin’ down the canyon to 10050 Cielo Drive.
A night so quiet, you could almost hear the sound of ice,
rattling in cocktail shakers in the homes of celebrity paradise.
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The canyon walls came alive with eerie echoes.
Blood-curdling screams and cries of “Please don’t, Oh, God No”
Several were listening, no one saw a thing.
It happened so suddenly, so sudden without warning.
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Red sky in the morning, Shepherds beware,
Bad news at the front door, “Blood, bodies everywhere”
Sharon Tate and four others tangled in a pig-slaughtering spree.
Spilled blood staining the walls with words for all to see.
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Fear and panic swept through Hollywood
from the seaside bungalows to the canyon neighborhoods.
Oh, Mercy Mercy, “whats going on”?
Talk to me Marvin, C'mon talk to me, tell me what's going on.
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A devil in disguise, in the city of angels, where did it go?
Ask Dennis, a beach boy, he should know.
Business is business, death to that scoundrel,
Psychotic revenge is psychotic revenge, and it’s murder so brutal.
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Charles Manson a.k.a. the devil found hiding in plain sight,
posing as a peace-loving hippie with a thousand faces.
The day they captured him, he said to me, Boy, I am the Devil
and the End-Times have just only begun.
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The flower-power-Era, once eight-miles high, now in a slide.
The sacred store lost its soul when love and peace died.
The soul of a nation slowly eroding, torn away with evil.
Lennon could only imagine, living in a world safe and peaceful,
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Manson flashes the Jury the LATimes,
front page headlines,“Manson Guilty, Nixon Declares,”
Hold on Mr President, tell me no lies,
take me back to My Lai to the scene of that massacre.
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Casey Kasem, Kiss FM, fills the airwaves with passion,
sending psychic vibes to all God’s children.
play me some songs, Casey Kasem,
Play me the Beatles White album,
Play me “Revolution” and play me ”Helter -Skelter”
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rcallaci

Staff member
Administrator
Holy Sh*T - One powerful hell bending poem. I'm of the age that I remember those days well. It did seem like the end times had begun. You write with power and conviction -m I felt I was back in 69 listening to the white album- This poem I will reread a few times and savor each read. welcome to wf you're one hell of poet.
 

rcallaci

Staff member
Administrator
I do have a question- in this piece "The day they captured him, he said to me, "Boy, I am the Devil" were you one of the officers on the scene? there is a intimacy or a first hand experience to this harrowing poem
 

wkamen

Senior Member
rcallaci-First of all, I want to thank you for your comments and no I was not one of the officers, however, I was in California during that time, visiting a friend in Bel Air, the community where the murders went down. I heard so much about Manson that it felt like I got into his head.
 
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