<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Learning New Skills: something a little different</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I smell the rancid stench of fear.<br>Although you sense that I am near.<br>You give no credibility <br>to anything which you can’t see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You don’t believe in ghosts as such<br>And yet you’re conscious of my touch.<br>But you refuse to listen to<br> the inner voice that’s telling you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are some things you can’t explain.<br>Some hidden aspect of your brain.<br>Which knows a great deal more than you<br> are prepared to believe is true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are aware your terrified <br>of something but you can’t decide.<br>If it is fact or fantasy.<br>Should you fight or should you flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can’t do what I used to do.<br>All I can do is frighten you<br>I cannot harm you physically.<br>That pleasure is forbidden me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feed upon the scent of fear<br>To satisfy my appetite.<br>Before I died I used to kill<br>And if I could I would still kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I cannot I’m just a ghost<br> one of the great unnumbered host.<br>Who have to pay the penalty<br> for who and what they used to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A never ending punishment<br>For those who can’t or won’t repent.<br>As long as I can frighten you<br>I will continue making do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lesser thrill I must confess<br>But it feeds me none the less.<br>The taste of terror exquisite<br>It titillates my appetite</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for cruelty. I am still proud to be<br>operating sadistically.<br>Inflicting mental cruelty.<br>A student of psychology.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although you sense that I am near<br>You cannot understand your fear.<br>There’s very little you can do.<br>I am more powerful than you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though disembodied I exist<br>as tenuous as morning mist.<br>And while I do your fears persist.<br>You need to find an exorcist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">30/08/2009<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414157" data-title="Learning New Skills: something a little different de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="I smell the rancid stench of fear. Although you sense that I am near. You give no credibility to anything which you can’t see. You don’t believe in ghosts as such And yet you’re conscious of my touch. But you refuse to listen to the inner..."></div> </div> </div>

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