Shades of a dream
I remember the dream
Which comes crashing down in pieces
Circling at the edge
Pulling itself away
With absence of memory
Bleeding into the night
Shades of the moon
Silver language spoken
On a giddy lit cloud
Happy Halloween. Be sage and safe and please don’t drink and drive. Is it worth killing a child or someone older? And please don’t text and drive or to be on your phone. More and more accidents are caused with the use of a phone while driving and more fatalities as well.
The Jack-o’-lantern gone mad
The fog drifts slowly, creeping mysteriously over hallowed grounds.
The resting home of the dead was filled with scary sounds.
There is this Jack-o’-Lantern and the cemetery is his home.
He has been there since 1784, and decides this is where he will roam
To those who walk bravely in the cemetery at night.
The Jack-o’-Lantern will give you such an eerie fright.
Ghost friends create mischief with him too,
Their hair stands up with just one blood curdling boo.
A cat with raised hackles sits on a tombstone with a hiss.
And a zombie out from a grave wildly shakes his fist.
Around in the cemetery in circles flies a wicked witch,
Her cackle loud enough with a high piercing pitch.
A spider web might be cast upon a face or two.
The web is icky and will stick to you like glue.
Jack’ o’ Lantern’s smile was up and not down.
Now, not a pleasant smile but only a frightening frown.
The Jack O’ Lantern throws flames only to have fun.
He laughs in a frenzy watching people wildly run.
If he saw that their clothes were not singed and blackened scorched,
He would bite them if they dared come onto the rickety old porch!
If that did not work he would stand on his feet
And chase them all screaming, running down the street.
If ever on Halloween you are in a cemetery and lean over onto a grave,
Dare to be frightened or dare to be brave.
It is only one night throughout all the years.
You have nothing to be scared of – perhaps only your fears.
Remember: The Jack-o’-Lantern lives for Halloween.
This is the night he could be nastier, nastier and chillingly mean.
At one time he was a good pumpkin – this is so sad.
One day he snapped his lid and went absolutely mad.
In a soft embrace of shadows
As you release me from your pen
Will I see you today?
As I create my life with words.
Throw the alphabet out of the window
I know you will make your own life with letters
Chisel and shape me up on the potter’s wheel of sentences
That is a side of you I have never seen
Dripping Ink – Life’s ink
It was dark – It was leaking
Leaking your memories
Bringing them to life once again
In a poem perhaps placed in your pocket for another day
I see your pen writing again with calligraphic thoughts
With all its flowing swirl
Inventing a new language
Papers flying in the wind
Sheet by sheet
Bound – A story written
A never ended tale of tearing candles
Of scratching pen to paper
Writing the last chapter of my life
And now you write of me
Behind the veil
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The echoes’ of the ancients
The lure of the silky hand from the ancients are beckoning you.
Summoning from the echoes of life.
Calling from the inner knowing.
The whispers of the winds renew themselves.
Breathing their messages through the leaves.
Where all is heard,
Where all is whispered,
Where all is looped back in the essence of time