A Halloween Poem

A Goole a Goblin from History's past come wanting not knowing of why they come. Ti's the time of fear, the time indeed we are drenched in fear Witching hour grows near. Blessed is he who sees no evil a bullish pride who raises the steeple. Let it be known for all who care Halloween chills the spine of the Villagers there. Trick or Treaters come hand in hand a chill for a treat a thrill for the Band. BOOHOO OOH BOOHOO, HA! HA! HA! SHH SHH OOH OOH

Vampire (End is not the End)

You must be careful what you wish for sometimes because life can show no mercy. Ye, who enter shall be damned for all time. Come all seekers of immortality and seekers of power all who enter these gates. I am a viper, a leach and I offer you these things, I do for he who stands in my door way shall be lost to my power for all time. In death new life is born onto earth to live in shadow as I do and to take all life that passes these crossroads. The night is my domain almost with a living breathing pulse where magical powers beacon imagination. A story told from time to time about the vampire gives the world warning that I have existed for the last 800 years, though no life beats in these veins. You must be careful what you wish for sometimes or life could take you to me. The dark, it separates the hunted from the hunter and keeps me from day, but I can still taste the sweet taste of the Sheep you shelter. Abandon all hope trade your pain for immortality, your truth for grey and enter and become what I have become.

 

The sign post up ahead reads the ZapZidZone zone, Look into the eyes of one lost and become lost yourself. Live forever with a thirst that won’t quench. Becoming a Vampire is not a gift it is being forsaken, forever and ever. Forever and ever.Forever and ever.

Words

It was once said a story is worth 1000 words but our lives are only worth one. Your are cast out into a Lake of deceit amongst lie rs and fools. The thing is you are lifted up by the good you have done here. The other holds us to the fact that we are unforgiven by the sins of Man. If we choose to fight we give up our right to be one who searches for the truth. Just because one dares to scream out for Justis one is damned and binded by ones inner strength. And now the Damned are free to roam the Earth for we are legion because we are many. 

The End

This is the last straw, shall I break the Camels back and shall I see the truth? This is the last draw for a die has been cast. Oh what a tangled web we weave when we walk the plank of life. The last stop is now as we drop through the gallows pole. A quick stop in sunshine a last supper with the last thoughts of hope. I now hear the familiar voice with no face calling out come and see the truth, the truth shall set you free.

One of the living

Faster and faster I run and faster and faster I became one of the living. Bolder and bolder I became as I ran, I ran to the first thing I could see. It was big and beautiful and welcoming me in. I am euphoric and glorified, as I became one with the big and beautiful thing I found. It filled my empty spaces with answers and made me become one with it. It shook the foundations of everything I have known and inspired me to see something new and hidden in my meaning. It is why I am now I am one, one of the living.

A Dream in the Land of the Free!

At last a dream of a dream of a dream, I see. Then I grew, I grew, I grew stronger. When I knew the thing that was, was not. When I knew what was not was growing closer. It all became a triumph and a deliverance of freedom in the land of the free. For all my brothers I give you this dream of a dream of a dream that I shall never see.

The River

Take a journey to the center of your mind a deep and dark twisting and turning way through space and time to a diverse origin of dimension. There a key was forged from gold that unlocks a gate to sunlight and warmth. I looked back on life and saw the end of days and behold all the quickened were revealed. When the heart stopped blood flowed into the river Styx and all and all was not and never to be again. I heard voice call out believe in thy self and wonders shall be revealed, you shall live forever. Then another voice said come and see, better to rein in Hell than to serve in Heaven. Choose live and live forever, choose death and escape to a place blue from cold.

Take this journey to the center of your mind and levels of light unwind, Love, Peace and Faith reveal a path of light. Like through a pane of glass the soul unwound the good should outweigh the bad as the journey begins. But then in a moments glance a Snake appeared and on a whim injected the sins of Adam holding all Worldly things as this journey ends, The River.

Plain Black & White Void

Made of wood and canvas I am the plain white void that reflects all the colors of the spectrum, placed on top of worthless and discarded artwork in the attic. Through a window in the attic I see a seed planted in the garden. Days have gone by then weeks and behold a beautiful red and yellow flower appears soaking up all the rays of the sun. I feel a chill as I am pulled from this place and set up in front of the shiny new flower outside under the sun. My void was filled with red & yellow, brown & green, given a name and a shiny new frame of gold. Bold and behold everyone looks upon me saying inspiring things about my creator. Months go by and the Flower wilts and dies forever lost. Then years go by and my creator becomes ill and dies but I still exist to show what once was. Some hundred years goes by and I find myself encased in glass sealed and put on display. I am shielded from the world who also wants me forever lost so others mite see my beauty. I have been touched by few seen by thousands and still I reflect, I am the fiery red and yellow flower. Bold and behold the plain white void that once reflected all the colors of the spectrum soon to die and turn black in the darkness I hear whispering words about my creator. Once there was a painting of a red and yellow flower that had a frame of gold it was beautiful.

Between the Sun and the Moon

The Earth is round like the circle of life, Birth to Death it gives us nourishment, water to cool our soul and food to quiet the rumbling in our center. We hunt for food as we are hunted, so we can survive, so we can return to the Earth. As the Bear has sharp teeth and claws we have the bowie knife and the bow and arrow our minds are our strength as the Bear has brut strength. The sprit of the Earth sees through the eye of the Eagle as he sours high above us. It is the sprit of the Earth that warms us with fire and blesses us with the seasons so we can know as our Forefathers knew time has no end. Smoke from fire rises up and unveils two Families one the Father and one the Mother join and give to us a new life and birth of a generation. The old one will show the new one a vision of perseverance and strength the way of our Tribe. As a Tree reaches for the Sun so shall the new one reach manhood and learn to know the sprit world this never ending quest between the Sun and the Moon.