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Friday, July 08, 2005

Look Under Your Bed
by Mark Nosack

We met in the night and it didn’t go well
and I know that it was not by just chance
You’re a thief with a knife under a drug’s evil spell
Willing to lower yourself to the devil’s dance

You snort, or smoke or shoot that shit
Your monkey’s way the hell out of control
You’re being squeezed like a lime
And soon in time, the sickness will settle it’s toll

Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Go for your gun
Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Think about trying to run

Look over your shoulder because I’ll be there
Look around every corner, expect to see me
Pay attention to faces for those who stare
Because one of those faces are me

Look under your bed and fear every shadow
Be careful of doors you walk through
Always consider the street that you drive down
Because, buddy, I’m there waiting for you

Be afraid of the dark, be skeerd of the light
Be weary of all parts of the day
Be petrified, be terrorized,
because soon I’m coming to play

You can run, you can hide, change name or hair color
Take great efforts to cover your tracks
But just remember this, This cop’ll never miss
To make certain you serve the max

You’re a monster to man without any plan
Your priorities are always to take advantage
Of innocent folk, and then trying to cloak
That your own life is impossible to manage

Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Go for your gun
Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you, Don’t you,
Think about trying to run

Look over your shoulder because I’ll be there
Look around every corner and expect to see me
Pay attention to faces for those who stare
Because one of those faces are me

Look under your bed and fear every shadow
Be careful of doors you walk through
Always consider the street that you drive down
Because I’m there just waiting for you

Be afraid of the dark, be skeerd of the light
Be weary of all parts of the day
Be petrified, be terrorized,
because soon I’m coming to play

The Murder Gene

My most recent book is out and available. You can find it at www.PublishAmerica.com

Sometimes the life of a detective sucks. Kidnaping and murder tend to frighten the community to the core. In The Murder Gene: You Always Kill the Ones You Love, the burden lies heavily on the shoulders of Detective Jake Barkley when he responds to the murder scene of fifty six year old Gladys Parra. Jake quickly decides he knows who the murderer is when he finds the victim’s son, Enrique, sitting in a crowd in front of the home with scratches all over his face. Don’t count your chickens too soon Jake.

Enrique (Ricky) has an identical twin sister named Teresa (Terry). Can twins who are male and female be identical?

Jake, an identical twin himself who’s twin brother Jack had died from a methamphetamine overdose, struggles knowing the eerie connection that exists between identical twins. As the investigation unfolds, the plot builds with more murder, mayhem, action, and mystery than Jake ever wanted. Why can’t you people just be nice?

Ricky, an obsessive compulsive almost neurotic little prick, has Jake running in every direction and Detective Jake Barkley is running out of time. As an old detective, I’ve always said that time is on your side when investigating a fresh murder. The problem is, when people are dropping like flies, you need to take action and quick. Detective Jake Barkley shows his metal in a world made of flakes.

I’m a crusty old cop who has experienced evil at its worst. I’ve seen a world that would make even the hardiest horror movie fan shudder. I’ve stuck my head into hell and spit. The Murder Gene is fun with cop humor and cop action and cop failures. Many of the scenes in the book are scenes out of my life. I try to paint those scenes with the color of truth.

Monday, April 25, 2005

The Job

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
You realize evil stands close to your shadow
But because of the job and the memory of Bob
I’m always prepared for the battle

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
Your heart becomes wrapped in a shroud
Still I cry for small children, but try not to feel it
I’m a man strong, giving and proud

When I walk through the dark
I’ve got my hand on my gun
I hope for the worst
and maybe a few minutes of fun

Ah, you think that I’m sick
Maybe you’re right, or then, not
My addiction is to risk
It makes my senses white hot

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
You can’t ignore anyone’s shadow
But because of the job or just the sound of a sob
I’m always prepared for the battle

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
Your heart takes the form of granite
You see death and sorrow and hope there’s tomorrow
To fix another small piece of this planet

If not for good cops
Some folk would have little chance
To live their life safely
To enjoy song or a dance

If not for good cops
Who’d find your missing baby?
Who’d protect you from evil?
Your brother-in-law? Maybe

When you been in the business long as I been in the business
The shadow no longer creates fear
The dark is your friend and the dark is the end
To the horrors that always appear

When you been in the business and you know that the business
becomes a toxin that flows through your veins
You obsess about crime and that changes your mind
The way you think about punishment and pain

So now that the business has impacted your night
And I’ve saved you from the pain of the devil
Don’t thank me, don’t spank me, and quite frankly
Just get your freaking life back on level

Cops and Robbers

Do you believe in Karma? Do you believe in the possibility that the paths of two persons are destined to cross? I don’t know if I do. I’ve been a cop for over thirty years and, through those years, I’ve had the opportunity to taste evil. You may say, what a strange choice of words, opportunity. Understand that a good cop requires his dance with the devil. The Re-Killing of Greyeyes, The Trilogy of a Single Death is a true story about murder with an amazing and magical discovery.

In October, 1979, on the same night that I graduated from the Utah Police Academy, Marilyn Greyeyes left a party alone. Two days later her nude, horribly mutilated body, was discovered on a barren hilltop by two little girls. During the autopsy, the Medical Examiner found a small piece of metal in her brain matter that nobody could identify. Five years later I picked up that piece of metal and recognized it to be a broken trigger guard from a gun. I just needed to find the gun.

Finding the gun that matched that trigger guard was like trying to find the car that matched the hub cap found in the middle of the road, only harder. People don’t throw cars away or destroy them when they lose a hub cap.

I found that gun. Through my investigation I learned that the gun was involved in the deaths of two people. The gun was stolen three times, twice in the same week. I solved every theft and eventually put it in the hands of the man who killed Marilyn. In 1985, I arrested and booked Marilyn’s murderer into jail.

In 1986, the Prosecutor who had filed the murder charges lost his battle for the Salt Lake County Attorney’s Office. He was transferred to Juvenile Court and this case was dismissed.
This story is a must read for every person who enjoys a good crime drama. The story behind the gun is truly unbelievable, unbelievable but true. I realize that its an old story, but so am I. I realize that the murderer was never convicted of his crime, but guess what? That’s life. Still, in my life I’ve had the opportunity to experience failures nobody should ever know. Now that you know, experience with me my failure. I truly believe this is an important, interesting story about hope, truth, justice and injustice.