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May 2016 · 756
I miss the future
I miss the future
when, if I wanted to see you
I just beamed myself from my dark room
to your waiting arms
we walked for hours along the coastline
where California use to be
of-course our feelings changed a bit
when we learned we were not truly of this earth
but brought from another dying planet
some several thousand years ago
but it was still so much better than the now
when we ****** our own presidents
and sacrifice lives in wars that we start

an old spirit who I passed on the trail of tears
spoke to me in my sleep
he told me that the future was only a dream
and to prepare myself for the end
I asked him how
and he turned back and said
'pray to the souls that your people have vanquished
that they forgive your sins
you spit in the face of mother earth
and cut her breath to make room for cows and pigs
so that you may gorge
you sacrifice your brothers in the name of false Gods
and your leaders fatten themselves off the sweat of their own
with no regard for all man's lifeblood
you took this precious gift and threw it away
and now
even in the face of death
you squabble like spoiled children
ignoring the inevitable
so pray that your children will not face the final day
for it will be fire'
and with that he turned and
I awoken...

****...8:30
late for work!
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May 2016 · 321
shade
Poor, sheltered, witless child
floundering under Mother's cloak
shadows hide you
keep you safe
from life
to eventually drown you
in that sad, blank smile
walk with me
my beloved
I will protect you
yet ease you
I will open you to the light
and give meaning to your tears
absorb my love
sense my anger
share my life
leave her somber
selfish shade
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what a wonderful coincidence to discover that when I look up  
one of my two favorite words
threshold
it is linked to my other favorite word
phenomenon
but my life is laced with coincidence
my third favorite word
they happen daily
like itches

for instance,
today I did a wikipedia search for Ezra Pound
because my poetry student daughter fell in love with one of his pieces
I find that from 1945 to 1958
Mr Pound was incarcerated at St Elizabeth's Psychiatric Hospital in Washington D.C. after being found incompetent to stand trial
for treason against the United States
my father worked at St Elizabeth's hospital for 30 years
including the 12 that Mr. Pound was a patient
my father, who kept his poetry hidden in a little black book

I have a vision of him
young at the time
enamored with the 60 plus year-old poet
seeking him out and finding him
resting outside at one of the tables
enjoying the simplicity and intricacies of nature
and perhaps they have a chat about poetry...
my father having a chat with Ezra Pound
70 years before his granddaughter falls in love
with one of his poems
a poem already written and filed away somewhere in the memory of a once beloved poet

threshold: the magnitude or intensity that must be exceeded for a certain reaction, phenomenon, result or condition to occur or be manifested.
“nothing happens until the signal passes the threshold”
Many thanks to Jamadhi verse, who's poem 'Threshold' ispired this piece and to my daughter Jenna who discovered Ezra Pound
May 2016 · 380
enlightened
If you knew the depth of my disbelief
then you would know the reason
I walk in shadows

all the truths that pass as lies
and misconceptions
feeble minds dream you see
in subtle nudgings off the grid

the comfort of the unaware
is a sharp stick in my side
I must tell these truths in bloodied tongue
for even a feigned look
holds some comfort

when the smirks subside
in the holy bliss of truth
I will have long left the great lie
I will have watched from the shadows
with my children and my children's children
as it unfolds like Sunlight upon the shadowed moon

enveloping the enlightened souls
the few that remain
May 2016 · 403
dripping mascara on cue
Beyond the box his victims applaud
the enemy smiles and takes his bow
behind his smirk there breathes a fraud
the devil dressed in praise of thou
he snares their hearts should they be weak
those seeking to control their fate
a purchased path to lead the meek
to a matrix God through the neon gate
with hands outstretched he pleads and grins
sells salvation like drugs and mocks their sins
will promise eternity in the holy light
call the number on your screen
you are saved tonight
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May 2016 · 497
slave
father, brother
4th son of mother

followed, observed
DNA preserved

hybrid, thinning
since the beginning

children moreso
narrowing torso

paralyzed, disrobed
scooped and probed

flashes, voices,
there are no choices

human emotion
what they crave

that's what it is
to be a slave
last line is Roy's
May 2016 · 10.9k
A most insightful man
George Carlin's wife died early in 2008 and George followed her, dying in July 2008. It is ironic George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent and so very appropriate. An observation by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to ****. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.
after some research...it appears this may not belong to Mr. Carlin...so forgive me for not digging a bit earlier. Especially, my sincere apology to George!
May 2016 · 1.1k
Nosferatu
Exceeding the passion of these most love torn dreamers
he languishes in the glow of his millionth Sunset
then vanquishes the dreams of his millionth soul
a paradox
lover of night
taker of life
Nosferatu
walks silent and alone
living not by minutes, days or years
the pros and cons
of never-ending life on earth
the ecstasy and the terror of immortality
to never die
to never love
for to love a mortal
is to watch her succumb to the ravages of time
and human time
is but a blink
she curls into a quiet sleep
and dreams of Sunrise
he kisses her upon the cheek
and cries to the moon
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May 2016 · 449
hypnotized
there
in the pause
somewhere between sleep and awake
between night and dawn
the shadows move
and the voices begin
is it in my head
or just another reality
am I home or just visiting
what is real and what is imagination

I drop like a sack
off the back of a truck
and hit the mattress
felt like a dream
had me hypnotized

(RIP: Bob Welch)
https://youtu.be/8ZeTlMpnfHk
May 2016 · 314
I found lost
I found lost
in the symmetry of her diamond eyes
my soul
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May 2016 · 395
impetus
in the sanctity of sanity
is where I now aspire
as years
and my humanity
insist that I conspire
to find a hole
in vanity
and breathe what I inspire
until the words
drip from my veins
and sanctify this fire
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May 2016 · 345
Hayden
Hayden meticulously shaves his blisters once they callous
and keeps them in a bell jar that he dug
in another jar he keeps the prizes
Civil War bullets, badges and buttons
observing at all angles until falling asleep well past midnight
he watches the skies and remembers each star's place at 10:00 o'clock
and compares them by month
listens for voices in the white noise of his pocket radio
his face a stoic sculpture
hours on end in his hoodie and ear buds
on the hill that oversees Chalmers Lake

Hayden will eat quickly of necessity and return to his rituals
silent
he will watch the disturbances along the water
every firefly, every fish that glances the surface
no voice, no smile, no connection to us
yet deep behind the eyes, the stares, the static energy
there is something magnificent taking place
something we will never be allowed to see or feel
something beautiful
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May 2016 · 320
haven
Walk with me this frozen field
of ever-changing likeness
faces affixed in ghost-like stares
sorrow screams silent from their eyes

Elude with me the coming dawn
which harbors only darkness
cast a shield of sanity
in shadows rich of hue

We will bathe in passions light
time removed from our thought
forever lost
forever found
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May 2016 · 815
Joker
I bought a Joker bobblehead at an antique store
it bobbled it's head as I went out the door
it bobbled and turned  
and with a laugh it said
get me out of this box *****
or I'll slice off your head
I turned right around
went back in the store
and asked for a refund
of $11.54 - including tax
I'm sorry she said
no refunds given here
now you're stuck with that *****
may God help you my dear
he's carved and beheaded
every Woody in my collection
he set fire to Buzz Lightyear
and gave Barbie a c-section
he's the devil himself
inside that bobbin' head
you'd better unload him
or soon you'll be dead
before she could put the closed sign on the door
I heard the feet of the Joker as they hit the floor
now you've done it she moaned
we've lost his *** now
I'm taking lunch
so find him somehow
before I could think of what my game plan would be
a voice, and a bob, bob, bob  from behind laughed at me
'10.99 for the Joker plus tax!?'
and I turned just in time to catch Daniel Boone's ax
between the eyes!
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****** cold it was, this February night in Virginia.
Five or six degrees thereabouts with a bit of wind.
Hard to stay warm in the shack,
even with the heat running full blast.
Had to keep the window cracked just a tad in case I dozed.
The sound of the car engines would snap me back to consciousness
as they turned onto the property - the school property.
This is my moonlight gig,
midnight to eight - Saturday and Sundays, seven years now.
No major happenings.
No Taliban attempting a takeover.
No student going over the deep end
from home sickness.
Just an occasional alarm mishap,
or ambulance call for a sick resident.
But this morning was about to change all that.

It was 4:00am and my relief was just turning
the corner at the top of the hill.
It was time for my 30 minute nap at the Security office.
I hated the idea of leaving the shack,
climbing into my cold car and driving, shivering
on my way to some shut-eye,
but it would be worth it because
by 4:00am, I'm a bit buggy
and the thirty minute catnap would revive me til quittin' time.

The security office is located inside the business office,
a two story brick building which handles shipping along with several manager's offices, including Chief of Security.
I arrived, was about to make my way up the stairs
when I decided to check out
the candy dispenser in the small room to the left
on the bottom floor.
I've known it was there for seven years,
but not once in all that time have I altered my immediate
route to the stairs.
Perhaps because my time on these breaks is limited,
and every minute of sleep is precious.
This time, for whatever reason, I changed my routine.
As I was walking towards the candy dispenser,
I noticed a framed photo on the wall.
It was a photo of a gentleman who had worked here for thirty years.
A gentleman who also passed away on the property.
There was writing...thanking him for his service.
I proceeded to the candy and chips...nothing special here
as I suspected.
I then proceeded to the Security office,
pulled up a chair, leaned back and closed my eyes.
Something was different.
In seven years I'd never felt in any way a presence other than my own,
until now.
The old 25 watt lamp on the desk behind me began flickering and making that noise a bulb makes before it goes out...bzzzt...bzzzzt.
To my right was the office door - closed.
I was able to see the light of the hallway in the inch or so of clearance at the bottom. I'm not sure what drew me to look there, but just as I did, a large chunk of the light became blocked from right to left, then back, then back again as if a woman in a long dress or a man in a trench coat was walking back and forth. I tried to convince myself that this was the hallway lights flickering as well, but I knew better.
I mustered enough courage to slowly rise from the chair, which made  an ungodly creek, and walk slowly to the door. I opened it to find no-one there.
I sat back down after turning on the main office lights.
The old saying about the hairs raising on your arms when a spirit is present is true. They were standing straight as soldiers in formation.
I waited about 20 seconds and then began engaging whoever was with me.
'Can I ask your name? Did you work here?'
Before I could ask the next question, the lights went completely out.
I blamed it on the cold until I realized that the rest of the campus still had power.
At this point, curiosity and terror were running neck and neck. I sat motionless in the near pitch darkness for 30 to 45 seconds.
I finally gathered enough wits to speak; 'If you wish me to leave, I will do so, but I ask that you please turn the power back...' before I could finish, the power returned. I did not hesitate to make
my exit. I held my breath until I reached the bottom of the stairs, praying that the lights stay on. The hairs finally returned to their normal state when I reached the shack. George was watching 'Uncut Animal Attacks' and chomping on his giant 711 mug full of ice.
'Thanks, George! see ya tomorrow!'

I returned the next night, video recorder in hand and captured what I believe were the words of Jane Kyle -  'The Shrew of Foxcroft'
true story - my first contact with who I believe was 'Jane Kyle' the Shrew of Foxcroft - February 2013. This experience changed my life...and upon my retirement in one year, I will dedicate my full energy in the pursuit of bringing our world and theirs a little closer. I have a compilation video in the works that will feature a number of my evp's and video recordings.
May 2016 · 468
solo captain
who knows the dream of the solo captain
night surveyor
ocean drifter
following his heart to the center of the Sun
riding consciousness  past stars
where darkness is true
sailing his soul onto shores
where only he has tread

come with me my love
and you will know beauty
only glimpsed at the edge of thought
only wished at the pinnacle of ecstasy
only cried for at the moment of death
it waits for us
here in the crosswalk of our imagination
where dreams collide
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May 2016 · 419
addiction
How beautiful she is in fires light
flames dance sparks off black marble eyes
lips red and dripping sighs
draw me to bosoms salted taste
we lay first locked in passions moan
inferno of sweet lovers heat
she whispers her undying love
bites flesh
rakes nails along back's skin
I swim in swirling shadows
fall dizzy into the altered state
breathless in the bloodied rapture
the addiction that is she
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May 2016 · 398
fictitious eyes
I see behind fictitious eyes
tears that freeze upon icy skin
a warmth is buried
trying to rise
through cracks in stone
from deep within

I am allowed during hearts eclipse
to venture through her darkest seas
to taste her unprotected lips
in waves of love
they whisper please

I see behind fictitious eyes
a brief glimpse into my lovers light
that carries me through the veiled disguise
until once again
we share the night
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May 2016 · 404
Replicant
Words float to the surface
from sunken ships
they form like babies
on baby's lips
they flutter like wings
of a butterfly chip
that will beat a thousand years
i walk this madness into the Sun
i burn the sadness
now it is done
i hope to find you
while on the run
lover who sheds no tears
strands collected
time to start
pump the blood that plays the part
of what was once a raging heart
now craves for what was lost

Replicant rises to face the day
memories surface
then drift away
perhaps returning
next time he lay
beneath the constant Moon
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May 2016 · 431
a garden grows
A garden grows this darkened wood
shade by ancient Oak
clouds be thick
dirt be moist
where breath of Sunlight choke
plentiful the plant does grow
in pitch of night it feed
on onion root and wayward toad
this plant of human seed
cloned and honed to grow as wheat
what science has begun
hide away these darkened wood
should mother's soldiers run
with fires racing cross the open
seizures of this land
our dna from yesterday
shall rise from death of man
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May 2016 · 328
I miss the future
I miss the future
when, if I wanted to see you
I just beamed myself from my dark room
to your waiting arms
we walked for hours along the coastline
where California use to be
of-course our feelings changed a bit
when we learned we were not truly of this earth
but brought from another dying planet
some several thousand years ago
but it was still so much better than the now
when we ****** our own presidents
and sacrifice lives in wars that we start

an old spirit who I passed on the trail of tears
spoke to me in my sleep
he told me that the future was only a dream
and to prepare myself for the end
I asked him how
and he turned back and said
'pray to the souls that your people have vanquished
that they forgive your sins
you spit in the face of mother earth
and cut her breath to make room for cows and pigs
so that you may gorge
you sacrifice your brothers in the name of false Gods
and your leaders fatten themselves off the sweat of their own
with no regard for all man's lifeblood
you took this precious gift and threw it away
and now
even in the face of death
you squabble like spoiled children
ignoring the inevitable
so pray that your children will not face the final day
for it will be fire'
and with that he turned and
I awoke...

****...8:30
late for work!
May 2016 · 495
Zilla got loose!
well, he didn't really get loose
I forgot to put him back with Spike after his 30 minutes of freedom
3 hours later, after looking under every chair and couch,
checking every room, every closet
inside every box of crap I keep in the basement
I got to wondering if he climbed into the basket of ***** clothes
and is now belly up in the rinse cycle
luckily that wasn't the case
after an exhaustive search,
I was convinced he was under or behind the refrigerator
but I was too tired to move it
so I decided to wait until tomorrow
as I was about to climb into my luxurious air mattress
something caught my eye in the corner
Zilla was poking his head out from under the speaker
of my mp3 player
stared at me as if to say;
'you lookin' for me?'
I knew he was hungry...he didn't think about that
when he went awol
so I put him back in his glass house where Spike gave him a
'welcome home'
slap in the face with his tongue
and I fed him a nice juicy superworm

no fur on the clothes or furniture
no barking at the neighbors
no smelly litter boxes or yard mines
no yearly shots, expensive food, flea and tic oil
sweaters, burial plots, surgeries, walks in the park...MUST I GO ON?!
Geckos...the perfect pet!
May 2016 · 1.0k
Desert Sky
Fleeting signs of a body lay
dried by time and desert Sun
chosen sanctum
here he'd stay
rest his heart
end his run
crisp clear nights
spark cleansing dreams
spirits walk the cooling land
evil fears what Heaven deems
a haven in the sand
hope had sent this bitter soul
to seek content in death
beneath the nightly desert sky
a smile precedes
his final breath
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May 2016 · 327
spirit whisperer
I am wrapped in the vivid dream of watching a door slam itself
followed by the mattress giving way to the weight of someone not there
at least to the naked eye
I see something moving towards me - green mass - alive with energy
reaching out as it approaches
I am but a child in these dreams and I awaken to the screams of an old man
sweat upon my brow
stark straight in a panic until my heart stops racing
these vivid nightmares come nightly now
during and after sleep

my thirst has deepened and they are aware
my unbridled curiosity draws them to me
I am both terrified and mystified by their presence
Once relegated to the outside world,
they have arrived at my home and their reluctance ended
with a touch on my foot as it dangled precariously off the mattress edge
each with a small electric charge

it is a journey I choose because they choose me
I believe I have passed the test for they have yet to dissuade me
I have learned but a sentence of a book yet unread
I have barely whispered in these endless halls

where I go from here I am not sure
perhaps to shorten the distance between the physical and the after
by relaying the word that this is not the end
but rather the beginning of the immortal spirit
May 2016 · 337
eternity
as the Sun set on that day
so many years ago
tears finally ebb from swollen eyes
come much too early
burned like fire against this child's heart
it's aftermath
a lifetime of growing anger
and distrust
unseen scar that overtook a once joyous soul

I know ever more clearly
as each year passes
those that snuffed the light of hope on that day
guided by greed and hate
and threatened by
harbingers of peace
look at them grin in their victory
slithering in their lust for war and power
sacrificing their own humanity
cowards everyone
but I will find you
the minute my heart ceases I will find you all
for your undoing is in your failure to recognize
that your souls
your rotted, putrid souls shall live forever
shall face the penalties of your actions
before God and his true children

I have lived with the knowledge that I will face you in death
as will those whose dreams you turned to nightmares
we know you
we have always seen clearly through the lie
we will forever haunt your ******* souls
there is no escape
from eternity
May 2016 · 307
one small step
the moon
once the beautiful loner
giving final nod to lovers
in backs of cars
to consummate their fire

the moon
mystery orb
prayed to and lied to
hearts gravity
the God of all desire

the moon
one small step
size 11 imprint
like red paint smeared across Mona's face

no longer the nod
May 2016 · 397
starless nights
there are nights
when the moon cannot be found
and the stars hide behind unseen clouds
on these nights
I turn to thoughts of you
that arrive on waves of  imagined shores
and saturate like sand the open wounds of memory
the images painful
yet consoling
distant  
yet within reach
here I will drift to sea
live a dream I will not remember

and I shall curse the morning rain
for taking you away
Apr 2016 · 457
a thousand shards of ice
I sense a distance
almost imperceptible
but there
like the silent breath
of a ghost
or the cry of a dying star

something has left your smile
your touch
a second split into timeless truth
your hesitant kiss
sends a thousand shards of ice through my heart
the light that once flickered
is gone from your eyes
Apr 2016 · 814
distant drums
here
in the battered chambers
of this once vital heart
the uneven echoes
send signals of it's impending failure
the body relaxed in the haze of morphine
the mind alone in the dreamscape before death
a magnified tapestry of color
Sun and golden fields from a VanGogh painting
move within my thoughts
swaying and quelling the offbeat of distant drums

a lone leafless tree
a branch holding lines of crow
awaiting the rain
turn to see me
'follow them'
a voice whispers from beyond the wheatfield
they take flight
as do I
towards the darkest of the ominous clouds
'this is so worth it' I thought
just before the lightning snaked it's way across the blistering blue sky
releasing me from my mortal coil

I had to smile as I hovered there
watching them zap me again and again
bless them for their perseverance
Apr 2016 · 915
before my death
How I arrived there
I'm not quite sure
through a rabbit hole
or through a door
was it a fraction of a second
or a thousand tears
a world that lives
within my fears?
what I saw with my mind's eye
were shades of me
against the sky
I traveled still through
realms of blue
I touched a dream I had of you

in a life that awaits
our souls would remain
together as lovers
we danced in the rain
I felt a hope I had never known
I saw a light that had never shone
and all the doubt and fear within
had vanished in the very thin
breath
before my death
it's raining today
bouncing off the roof and glass
of this 100 year old building
the room is eerily dark
as only faint Sun makes it through the skylight
the ghosts whisper and shuffle about
the cat is timid and disappears under the bed
the hum of early traffic is constant and tires splashing
through rain is irritating
I recall a dream just before I awoke
I helped a friend who's old white Cadillac wouldn't start
she had to drive to Michigan
and in the dream I thought;
'this ******* ain't makin' it to Michigan'
but I couldn't stop her
and now I wonder;
is she broke down and in a panic along I-80?
maybe I should have tried harder
but that's where I woke up
or is that where I fell asleep?
perhaps I am dreaming now
the ghosts love to watch me ponder
Apr 2016 · 572
digital age
my heart will soon expire
during a blinding rage against
a travesty passing as light breeze
in the storm of this ungodly hour
we sit silent in our own mundane and minute plans
miniscule needs, fraudulent desires
night holds no wishes
no dreams
there is no life in the eyes of these sad children
only the grin of instant gratification

I remember when there were dreams
when there was room for thought
room to search the vast landscape of our consciousness
the curse of having lived before the digital age

we are fading as we flash our rehearsed smiles
we are cooking in our own tasteless juices
we struggle deciding on coke zero or diet pepsi  
as our brothers are beheaded

and we don't blink
Apr 2016 · 1.2k
edge
i skirt the edge of reality
yet i remain sane
for i know it is there
and should i dare
decide aware
that i should re enter where
dead eyes stare
where mother's bear the weight
of their children's pain
and pray that rain will keep them safe
away from sin
stave the devil let the Lord settle in
which direction do i take
is it life or something like it
where's the line between real and fake
give and take
love and make
love
bless me father for I have sinned
i have walked with the dead and scorned the living
i have sacrificed life for my true soul is giving
to those that reside on the other side
the spirits taken from flesh and blood
from life and love in fire and flood
i speak to them in darkness true
they know me in this in-between
where space from life to death is seen
i hear their voices
i see their light
in the comfort of our trusted night
allow these few moments to remain
for they find comfort in my pain
Apr 2016 · 439
ghost whisperer
Onward cried the empath
whisperer of ghosts
through a maze of darkness
through layers of time
and static thought
his mind open and protected
by the belief of his followers
onward through the blind prejudice
of the unmoved and unwilling
into the realm of calm
into a sea of silent dreams
until at last the path is clear
the droves of disbelievers
turned away
by the powers of pristine consciousness
here
past the walls of centuries built by doubt
the words of a kindred spirit
the response of a lost soul searching for light
"I hear You"
"I hear you" was the first voice I ever captured during an evp session... a female spirit's voice...this is the link if you care to listen...(may need headphones)  https://youtu.be/YYkHEeN61to
Apr 2016 · 234
Robin
we have drifted far from the maddening crowd
yet we look back with both envy and pity at the sleeping world
we are surrounded by colors we have never seen
on the ground and in the skies
my God, how beautiful it is
yet we know
by coming here
we invite the shadows as well
they stalk the vast fields and will envelop us in their darkness
when we are most vulnerable
this is the price we pay
to visit the always awaiting oasis
but, oh the rewards for those who dare take this path
what sights we see
what sounds we hear
what dreams may come
Apr 2016 · 311
Stuttgart 1993
you appear from the East
into a scene of purple and red shafts of light
that split the darkened rain burdened clouds
as the Sun falls away
catching a thousand eyes
mesmerize

silently gliding
capturing the minds of child and elderly alike
yellow beams of energy pulse as if alive
encircle you in waves
you pause and pull the thought from your admirers
we see the universe for just a moment

and you are gone

certainly our imagination caught us twitching
and today
reason has resumed
"You take their lives with no compassion,
as if killing a fly.
They are Human Beings."

"They are cattle! and should be treated as such."

"But you were Human."

"Silence!
I have lived 10 thousand years.
Do you really believe I still carry compassion for these creatures?
You will lose compassion very quickly, my boy.
When you are sick of rodent and dog.
When nights pass one after another and your hunger is all that guides you.
When you grovel in the rain and mud waiting for a farmer to check his fields.
When their blood is your survival.
Talk to me of compassion after 100 kills."

"I don't know if I want this.
Must I lose my soul to gain immortality?"

"Don't be silly, my boy...your soul is already lost."
Apr 2016 · 344
savage wind
i'm dying here
this wretched place
where savage wind
cut cold my face
where clocks crass scream
brings hollow thought
eyes the mirror
blank and caught
in ancient battles
on ancient fields
heart and mind
wall that shields
i want to touch
i want to reach
the shore that never hugs the beach
and leave this soul
now spent and sad
longing for the dream it had
longing for the gentle smile
the night when i can sit a while
and look into another's eyes
and gaze the sun
now on the rise
Apr 2016 · 799
eclipse
there is a darkness that bleeds
into all my life's colors
no matter how bright the day may be

it forever lingers
always quick to bring
it's dull suppressing shadow
over these brief dances in the Sun

there comes a day
in all our lives
when the light is eclipsed by this
unsuspected cloud

and we no longer bask in the glow
of youth
Apr 2016 · 767
sitting on a corn flake
In the eyes of the fleeting foxes
we were not magnificent
welcome to the machine
or rage against it
but remember
if you betray the wall
then you must bid farewell to kings
working on a mystery will bow to natural science
so hear me now my starry eyed talking heads
in the days of future past
deftones that guide us from the dark side of the moon
like time, stands still
sounds of silence will prevail
from the darkest depths of mordor
GaGas, Biebers, and bands of mindless disney orks
shall arrive from across the universe
black days shall grip this planet
down down down in a burning ring of fire
landslide
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
stayin alive
the day the music dies
Bare with me on this piece. It's just a blend of band names and lines from songs. The first few lines popped into my head and I just went wth it
Apr 2016 · 396
perverse verse
I'm very well versed
in adverse condition
I stay perched on first
and disperse ammunition
I reverse my diverse
impolite imposition
to continue a terse
yet contrite disposition
if she winks
then me thinks
I've conveyed
my position
if she blinks
then I've jinxed
Goddess Venus
and her mission
Apr 2016 · 533
the poetry of simplicity
the poetry of simplicity
the delicate wonder of a stars timeless light
the soft soul dance of lovers unspoken emotion

the intricate and infinite world of dream memories
that lay waiting for the routine,
yet vastly uncharted landscape of sleep

and in sleep
the poet thrived
washed in fields of light
and oceans of pure and pristine thought

in the day
when the universe was kind
it would send him the words
that began the story
of his dreamscape

some say he was reaching for a pen
as new words fell from the Sun
he drifted slowly and silently from the road
the words never written
the dream never shared
by this simple man
Apr 2016 · 498
occupier
malignant soul
racing through life with eyes fixed
not on the stars
but on these satellites you wish to destroy
system crawler
captain of the drones
your walls hide you no more
for I
survivor of the phase
occupier of the after
thinker
now multiply
and we
see
you
Apr 2016 · 360
oasis
to be alone
so rare these days
electric faces fill the haze
these empty hours bring 'lovers lost' scars
I need a night beneath the stars
so the night owl hoots to the whispering breeze
which kisses the river and pierces the trees
before I succumb to the calling of sleep
an eerie laughter did seem to leap
from the gusting wind and the chilling night
it enters my soul and takes its bite
was mankind's howl that filled the air
that turned my solace to stark despair
a silent scream as skyward eyes fill
with the land man has *****
the mystery he has killed
my soul cries as I view it
our tracks have cut its face
this sacred Sunlit oasis
no longer frozen
in time and space
from the archives - 1976
Apr 2016 · 483
along the way
Someone along the way
I'm not sure who or why
drove my myth into the ground
derived pleasure in seeing
the dreams I thought attainable
turn to so many dried leaves
gathering in the corner
unnoticed

Somewhere along the way
I lost the will to hold
those dreams sacred
thus quieting my souls breath
to all but a whisper
all but a vanquished hope
silent in the corner
unheard

Somehow along the way
I found solace in relinquishing
that which set me apart
from those already there
aglow in blind contentment
the safety of their corner
awaiting the day
and not the night
my own shadow
become a stranger
Apr 2016 · 363
saboteur
wilted pride
and severed tongue
the cry of freedom
but a faint echo
falling on deaf ears
their blood runs clear
their souls forgotten
like great pillars that hold the walls
of an empty cathedral
heartless children of a dying age
you betray your fathers and your God
while your self serving greed
wreaks the essence of evil

in the after
you shall taste the sting of eternity
in the company of your like
Apr 2016 · 336
where poets tread
I wish to write a poem today
but I'm not sure where to start
I know that I have words to say
yet they are lost within my heart

through all the darkness
through all the years
through all unspoken pain
they are buried in my mind like tears
that fall amidst the rain

like dreams that have no borders
our souls are undefined
they hold the gift of deepest thought
so we enter
and we find

that a place awaits those willing
to shed their conscious strife
where love and pain and hope are spilling
into words
into lines
into life

I wish to write a poem today
but I'm not sure where to start
Apr 2016 · 596
birds on a wire
here
the watchers gather
and talk amongst themselves
of things they have witnessed
for even in this age of awareness
those that believe,
those that know
are destined to gather
here

the night sky
the farm house long vacant
the coincidences
only they see
have them walking a path of light
few can fathom
like birds on a wire
they await
the inevitable storm
Apr 2016 · 618
I live to sleep
I live to sleep
it is here I thrive
around the curtain I peep
where the mind comes alive
mysteries await
in facets of blue
bird on a gate
in a field holds the clue
ships from the ancients
on a mountaintop near
show me their world
in a glass crystal clear
where liquid colors
explode in the sky
creating a portrait
of my lover and I
the ecstasy of thought
far beyond waking ties
will allow you to dream
with your heart and your eyes
open
Apr 2016 · 346
The lost Souls of Hales Bar
Within this colossal concrete tomb
the shadows of the workers loom
their vanquished voices engulf the night
for few have knowledge of their plight
some fell to their death
while the walls were poured
their screams unheard
as the mixture roared
some walked this oasis
before the white man's hand
bloodied the soil
and defiled the land
they acknowledged the spirits
and respected the earth
then fell to the edict
and their ruler's mirth
within these walls of needless death
where souls remain forlorn
the cries of many will tear your heart
should you stay to hear them mourn

Inspired by the 'Ghosthunters'episode: Flooded Souls
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