My Horror Movie

Make it like documentary;

Everything is real but its re -enacted

even though you know that will be terrible but maybe cheesy enough,

it just may work;


If you were you

and the the acting was done by real friends

and real girlfriends too;


The actors are all the people who wish they could be you

but not really – no!

I’ts going to be like reality!

You will not make a mockery of my fantasy!

lets just hope its not too much insanity for t.v !


A reality so bold it will distort your family.

Bring the calamity and the guru together at once and demand

an ending to the unity;

The reality is,

its about you –

But you don’t really exist —

you see – you exist inside of everyone else –

they are –  its all an act

of actors

it’s not you

and yet they all play your friends –

how ironic – like life – this is the trigger this is life!

This is why it will sell!


Like reality – like everyone – its all fake

but real enough that people get it

and even though they will edit it to shit;

the moving emotional finale;

people will be so influenced

people wont know if they are themselves anymore…


Maybe they realize

maybe they realize….

Maybe they realize…

all the lies….

all the lies….


They’ve just been playing a character

they made based upon the decisions,

of what people hoped they’d become.


They’ed become….


In the end

We betray everyone.



Good Vs Evil

If you believe in the Devil and evil

like ghosts, demons and witches –

that can take over your soul….

How do you keep feeling whole

if you believe in God and Jesus,

love and purity too;

You love your family and friends and they all take a part too

a little part of you –

your soul

you no longer can possibly be whole!

Trying to entertain them all!

You can only serve one master!

Or you….

will fall….

To the insanity you’ve fed trying to keep everyone

and everything happy

You and you and the old you and the future you

and this new you!

The world has pulled you a part

quartered you for sins that time will change.






Death Is Waiting for Me

Death is waiting for me
Just as he waits for you
Ever so patiently.

Don’t know if he’s
Peering ‘round the corner
Or waiting, waving a sign
At the end of times.

Will death poses a man
And condemn that soul
With mortal hands
As life is strangled
From my face

Or slip silently into my heart
As some disease
Contracted from contact
With forms like rats
And things that have slithered
In the dark.

To say could it be then
That it will be the makers
Hand, in the end,
that strikes me down.

Divine retribution.
Punishment for every wicked deed
And every soul lost;
For every time I said I didn’t care
And chose to turn my back.

Will I die a man of glory
Having bested all life’s
Childhood, brotherhood,
Having understood

Or will I die a worm
Crawling on his belly
Hiding his head in the sand
Saying what I don’t see
Cannot hurt me.

I don’t know, but,
Death is waiting for me
Just as he waits for you.

Ron Bergquist
Jan, 26th 2011

A Dark Dark Room

>I’ve finally found the<
Closing on a line that separates two dimensions;
>It’s finally time<
Like the glass of a mirror –
[that’s merely an illusion]
To say, what if one could draw closer towards him or herself?
>I’ve seen the future in the past<
[To honestly look their devil in the eye]
(and see the evil that they truly are)
(I’ve had you looking at me for some time now,
leaning into to me)
What if when leaning in, toward a reflection;
[What if we walked toward each other?]
No mirror though.
just a junction –
an awkward transition of acceptance of the realities to come;
No though – we just fade away into….]
(we Just appear / disappear – breaking – through
pa(i)nes of Souls.
We’ve dared to contemplate the stirring in the window
relfecting the [Darkness]
We sometimes find [Hidden and buried]
Better left trapped in me and you.
[Truth reflected in each others Eyes]
[It’s][ Manfest[ed]ing into a reality – [What should be Spoken]
breaking through [pin pricked holes]; Thoughts!
Bursting! – pulsing! – Affecting will! – confusing emotions!
Simple Thoughts destroy worlds inside of worlds;
[Inward implosions]
Kill families and friends –
[You saw this coming through one way or the other –
Now everyone will hate you; even your own mother]
(Psst -P.s – She was the one the tell the others)
– While at the same time,
[Destruction – self reflection – sometimes]
Holds the power to turn nobodies
–[a never meant to be]
– Into a hero that could change the world –
(If you are brave enough)
But only – ever – if – the inexplicable and unthinkable
Were dared to be challenged
– the path –at length – walked –
– Through – to the end.
{You have no angels on your side this time}
[Step into the void of programmed lies]
Fight the notion that this is the way it’s meant to be.
Bend on that line – lean forward now – push into it.
[Into yourself or another] Nostalgic relapses – misfiring synapses –
[Convulsing involuntarily – a crack[ed] reality;
The picture frame has been broken since the day you were born]
Spirituality at his point is like,
Folding one’s being inwards and melding into a singularity;
Emerging on the other side of what may be truth;
[Closer to death]
Facing truths;
(We’ve tried to) Convince(ing) ourselves – never existed.
Catastrophic annihilation of the self may result.
If we [Choose to] struggle to accept that in each of us exists
A gateway to another realm in which our own truths
Are founded –
For most –
for others it will mean isolation;
In the most secluded and empty ways of existing.
They might as well be dead
– They are the walking dead –
(No, it’s only you who is dead)
In them – many crossroads intertwine at – that line.
Stunned and silenced by the flickering facets
[Like staring through a diamond]
Suspended animation; this is the prison
you’ve locked your soul and spirit too.
Standing [still] in time – pause. [This will become a grave]
[What choice] Analyzed and malfunctioning.
Stopped by chance and excess of choice.
[Lack of example]
Killed by love.
The kind that should have cared
To exemplify what that word means.
Love exampled
– [Every wicked thing]
Examples of what love is not.
Remains etched into flesh and soul
– [some]
While knowing what is not
– may never come to understand what is.
A confusing [misunderstood] state. [Heart] – Between – [Mind].
Added to the equation of improbability and desperation.
[More often than not – resulting in self told lies]
Me – Between – You – Between – Me between another
Between you. – And back again – [Where we are going
Is not relevant until we understand where we’ve been]
Yesterdays minutes – [a mysterious realm]
Where more often than not – truth is hidden.
Wrapped in lies. Lies equaling truth.
New truth. Y[our] truth. Swallow truth.
Force feed truth / and we phase into those days / haze.
Days filled with hours of bickering between – loved ones –
The – outsiders looking – listening in – [from another world]
Programmed. Day by day – Too Hate. Too destroy. Too – shut – off.
And in that reality – of the past – splayed bright red
Against the white of spirit. – Anger kicking into intoxicating
Level’s. Malfunctioning rationality and — spat out of that plane.
Enter/Now/Here/Today – Gripping in hand a piece of an answer.
Written on tissue paper.
Most of us do not choose to give up our purity.
We’re forced into submission and painted black.
[Tossed into the world]
Today – Revert back to reminders forgotten
– rage-
[Good days were days when no new scars appeared]
[Now I know better than to leave scars; next time; ill be dead]
As (mY) our desires to be loved overcome our passions
To stand out. –
[Pits us against one another]
Still between me and you and here and there –
No distance has closed and though we are moving
We’re standing still. [Even good days are bad days]
The days we’ve thought we’ve loved – can be chalked
Up to fantasy – brevity of the self – convincing the soul
Of plausible desires that could come to be – and save.
Revive. Resuscitate. Pull each other through – to the other
Side and come back to a plane where the only direction
[and thought]
Is forward.
[is hope]
Originally written Oct 31st 2010
Revised November 22nd 2016

The Irony of the Inferno

It’s impossible to nail a thought down, post eve,

of the onslaught of the horde that dashes dreams,

Vanquishes hope – The hero is near death now.


Tis little reason left to consider do’s and don’ts,

when the outcome of defeat remains the same.

Poisoned rationality is knowing desired actions

may look good on the surface to please authorities;

Feverishly hoping to turn a favorable tide.

The irony lays in the surf and sand:

The bones of many heroes dashed and buried,

upon the realization rock bottom was hit long ago.

The trickster of the world may yet expedite salvation

convincing weary travelers the pit cannot get any deeper;

He then hands out shovels made of situational circumstances,

procrastination and impulse choices.

Not a soul will understand how these tidings have worked in harmony:

To swiftly bring the hammer down;

To prolong sentences in purgatory;

Optimized conditions crafted to break the proud and irrational.

More often than not,

poisoning them further in their trials to come.


it is said that sometimes the winds carry a whisper,

Only a few adventures may ever hear;

Identify them by their smiles in the face of fear,

If chance provides, draw near in their dim candle light.

Inquire about their dead embers, lost desires:

if you listen – you may yet ignite each others fire.


Not The End

I miss the days you were really honest with yourself.

Where have the days gone you could change another

by looking at yourself?


You use to believe in something more;

Even though you were far from perfect.

You use to speak eloquently;

Now you hide from everything and everyone –

You hide from everything.


Your own reflection even –

No longer resembles who you were.


Your whole persona stagnated as you clung to the old you;

You took your eyes off the path and looked to the past.

The perpetuated familiar desire to be loved by everyone

for the things you were once loved for,

shut the doors to new friendships;

Your tentative friends turned on you one by one;


You filled your heart with hate,

retaliated purposefully,

too destroy those who hurt you.


Your bitterness has killed you….

Your bitterness has killed you….



This is not the end.






Donald Trump

This is the day America broke face book –

Trump wins  soon we shall skin the out takes

and laugh. at the media;

Feed  me the need of the social – elite

elite- elite -just the elite –

sorry I read that –

edit and delete –


please try again and maybe this time you will

win not based upon

lack of choices

– but rather observation

of  the starvation

of a people who’ve

been deprived of the realness of the steeple.


What does God matter any more?

I cannot see the trees for the door

Trump will build a wall and restore

out faith in something “great”


For the vote I care not –

the people have wrought this;

thy will through stone!

Today it will be nothing different from picking flesh

from bone.


We shall eat what is good

and sell the rest for fishing hooks

to catch those less fortunate.


We shall net a profit of society and culture

promote capitalism;

we shall each become Trump to one another;

we shall… shall… we will…


Learn to be a vulture –

A son or daughter –

Born of the mighty dollar!


I don’t know much

but I’m spreading my arms and saying

welcome to America!