3 Men, 2 Brains

Three men walk along a path, so smooth yet so rough

Two men talk whilst the other one wants to be tough.

Two walks at a steady pace

One walks fast like it's a race.

You need to understand what went wrong

However, the path ahead is very long.

In the beginning, there were three.

In the end, there was only me.

I walk alone, in the guilt of what I have done.

Yet it's time, I need to run.

The thrilling feeling flew through the air.

Do this again? I wouldn't dare.

Oh, look someone who will understand!

"get on the ground!", was the command.

I confusedly look out the gridded hole

We move as I bash against the pole.

Marks remain, dried and stained

"I couldn't control it", I explained.

It wasn't my fault, it was all so blurry

Their limp faces were in no hurry.

I put my weapons in my pockets

They both pulsed like exploration rockets.

The metal chains roughened my wrists

The people's faces look at me and twist.

He finds himself walking into a wall

The faces I see begin to recall.

"THe InNoce Of tWo MeN gone, because of you"

"WE Saw yOU, It Is KNoWn To Be True"

Bash, bash, bash against the door

The voices inside me start to roar

Light is but a myth in this room

the clock ticks for your impending doom

Weeks, Days, Hours, a Second

Weapons tremble the last I reckon.

Man to an animal, the conversion cannot be undone

In this deep pit, I'm not the only one.

It is finally time to leave this realm

The lights and sounds begin to overwhelm.

One needle after the next

They patiently wait for the text.

The hood is uncovered and where am I found?

In a deep hole, 6 feet underground.

Life's story

"Flowers look good on you" said my father happily.

It was the end of school and it was prom!

Me and my date were happy and excited for what the future might hold.

Little did he know I had a little surprise for him to be told

"Married? at 18! you must be crazy" My father said angrily.

He wouldn't stop us!

I'm no child anymore, I'm an adult!

It's not his to make!

We are engaged happily but

no supportive parent by my side to lead a helping hand.

My mind teases me on why he would do this.

I'm filled with anything but bliss

"You're making a mistake!" Screamed my father

"oh because you know how to keep a marriage together?"

This crumbled our relationship in two like a bridge.

I angrily ghost him

I want to skin him to the bone!

However he is left better off dying alone

"I will not be coming" mumbled my father

Paired with a slight cough with no excuse

The day was great, of course we both said yes

this would be something i wouldn't regret

I screamed and shouted at that late party

faint memories, however not many

left alone already?

This cannot be happening to me!

I sit down with no husband by my side

Gone away to find a new bride

"what did i tell you?" he calmly said

i could barely hear him through the coughs.

I mumbled about my thoughts and feelings.

Dad is no longer the one I want dead.

I sat there crying in his two roomed house

Will I be left without a spouse?

All black for this event

Sadness is an understatement.

Why so soon and why so fast?

Nothing but blurry vision for days

but what's for sure

"Flowers look good on you", I calmly said.

Mind Chasm

Deeper, deeper, deeper I fall into this hole

What's the meaning?, what's the goal?

Is there really any point to this existence

What's the point to this feeble resistance?

Should i just end it all now, joining my parents in eternal rest

Hello, if thats what you think to be best.

For you are the chosen one! Hand picked by me.

You? Who are you?

Thats something for later, deer simple creature

telling you would cause a seizure.

Your hair may stand up and spine chill.

But you should accept me and not fear me.

Life as you know it may not be complex

However your time has come, time to rest.

My name is my meaning, purpose and job.

Here with you now, to answer but 3 questions.

Three?

Meet you after a life fulfilled with suffering and pain

I have knowledge for you to gain

Mustn't there be something i can do?

Well i must ask for what is the meaning of life?

Not simple, but here is what i can give...

Happiness, love and change

You must feel content with your actions with no regrets

I don't feel so content and i have but many regrets.

Unfortunate, Now for your second.

What would i look like at full potential?

Woman, Cars, Houses, Jets

You could have been known around the world

But you sat inside...

Oh... Thats not good.

Last but not least?

Why didn't i find love, if its all your plan, why was i left

invisible.

I have no such control over you.

The car is driven by the driver not the crowd.

You didn't work hard enough.

Next time you should try harder.

Next time?

No more questions.

I must watch over all living beings in the universe

You could have reached your potential, but alas...

All of your problems will go away now.

Join your parents for happiness sake.

My job is complete.

Life's Energy

Riding the top of a double decker bus,

legally, being allowed to say your first cuss.

rolling a double six, winning you the game

sleeping alongside gently beating rain.

Any hug lasting over a second.

Breakfast in bed is pretty good last I reckon.

The time everyone laughed at your joke,

realising you still had 3 hours left in bed, as you woke.

A snow day! 

A lazy day! 

A day without matter!

Eating all the sweets from the jar, without getting fatter.

That feeling after a good workout.

A christmas dinner, without a sprout.

Your favourite meal served on platters,

A healthy family, thats all that matters.

seeing an old friend every once in a while,

the wonderful creation of a leaf pile.

The birds cheeping as you wake,

a great big slice of chocolate cake!

Making that godly shot!

Opening a suprise gift your friend has brough.

An unexpected compliment from a stranger,

Protecting a loved one from harmless danger.

The beautiful starry night skys,

those convex gorgeous blue eyes.

A remember when session between two,

having such a great one that time just flew.

A big bright double rainbow crossing the sky,

The feeling of a cold pillow as you lye.

Opening a jar for someone you know,

The perfect look to undisturbed snow.

Being so excited you just cannot sleep,

Popping that bubble wrap dad said you cannot keep.

Finding a £20 note lying on the ground,

the perfect pitch and it's emmitted sound.

The smell caused by an acre of wet grass

and of course the humongous size of that girls smile.

The beguiling Universe

A whirring stir of stars above,

symbolic of animals, heroism, strength and love.

I look up to the night sky and wonder,

Just how far our silly species will wander.

We wish upon the stars that across the sky, dance,

our very occurrence is a nothing to one chance,

From our view, we are at the centre stage,

unless we stray from our home, most will never gauge.

The true scale is hectic however gripping,

future travelling, our toes we are just dipping.

We get successfully to the moon and back,

the skills towards mars we still lack.

Distant stars reach across parsecs only to send light,

how unfortunate we are to only see these travellers at night.

Sky-glow — a pollution of the highest beauty found naturally,

to rekindle this spark we must think radically.

A possible future when the thick smog will blind,

that will be when it's the stars we will find.

A funeral for a star is an event not to miss,

they outshine the galaxy as their last and final kiss.

Their complexity of colours astonishes the brilliant,

they rule our minds despite how distant.

Black holes are devours and contortionists of time,

they steal and murder information — devils of crime.

The ever expanding stretch between galaxies will lock us apart,

for those brave souls who venture, I give my heart.

The ceiling to this room is infinite, why do anything but progress higher?,

anything else we spend time will blaze as a fire.

We need to form a species as one united front,

its not that we are useless it's just that we are blunt

A good sharpening of our narratives and focuses will do,

we have distanced ourselves it's all to true.

Looking up can make us feel insignificant and small,

we are just on a water cover rock after all.

But no, we are special, we are the only known life,

to be aware we are destroying ourselves fills me with strife.

We should ponder our place in such a vast and charming space,

for if we feel so arrogant we will be gone without a trace.

Mr Harrison's Hedge

We would wake up in the morning and head towards the stop,

it was a big, big journey from the bottom to the top.

Birds would flutter and be tweeting a humbling song,

'Ring, ring' would go the doorbell as I held it for too long.

We would happily grab our bags and race past the looming hedge,

"I'm going to beat you to it!" as we would always pledge.

It mangled, twisted and curved the path ahead,

"The bush monster will get you", my brother always said.

Its cobwebs would reach out and catch onto shirts,

the sticky sap would seep outward as it hurts.

Prickly and pokey twigs take their chances with a leap,

few will achieve their goals but for many — to end in a heap.

Walking past would conjure ridiculous dares,

to have the finger pointed at, formed standing hairs.

Eyes watched through the branches and the scruffy outside,

my brother would laugh at me as I cried.

When i did think about it, maybe the monster was real,

I ran away in horror at the thought of being a meal.

Mr Harrison was a blurry man,

you cannot see his illegible eyes as they scan.

bushy eyebrows with a crooked cane and back,

some sanity is what this man lacks.

Round and round his mind strolls his grounds,

a scene absent of life or sounds.

I wobble and quiver as the branches comb my face,

I begin to feel none in this savage space.

Creatures play my spines keys to a frightening tune,

as sweat drips down my face my skin will soon prune.

I pass through the valley of leaves as birds tweet

and as i enter the air seems sweet.

I find myself in a tomb with no exit

and I attempt to remember but to no merit.

Wrists are roughened by strips of stick,

nostrils are scraped by stains of sick.

My head blushes from this orientated angle,

until he comes back I'm left to dangle.

Grateful Gardens

My parents garden was a place of awe,

astonishment and exaggerated emotions for everything I saw.

Soft grass cushioned my small and silly frame,

as i crouched around in a mindless game.

Saturated colours find me at a glance,

even looking around causes sun-rays to dance.

The recoiling arena and climbing trees were bracing,

I just wish I caught one of those butterflies I was chasing.

Plants hold onto me and my clothes.

Dinner time is the only thing i loathe.

My parents garden is a piece of work.

The array of tools scattered certainly was no perk.

The grass stains my turn-ups and bites my shoes,

an unthinking mind makes me feel like I lose.

Dull weathers coats the plants in grey,

dormant footballs hunch with no-one to play.

Eeking and orange the trampoline had grown

and unchallenging trees lay as the wind will groan.

Withered stalks hold up a suffering face,

I spread them in their graves with tangible grace.

My garden is a place of wonder!

Its other-worldliness allows you to fall under.

The long and verdant grass hosts a festival of animation,

while I teach games of child's play to this generation.

Thick snugly, warm air, blankets my offspring.

Balloons of Adam's ale prevents us from roasting.

A springs bouncer to be brandished around

and a crazy tree house I want to get lost in and never be found.

I wish I could play with them whenever.

I wish I could let them play out there forever.

The Perfect Obsession

A man admires his house of cleanliness and perfection,

he did nothing all day except this projection.

Round and round the stores he goes,

what he will pick up, he already knows.

Picking up plastic wrapped items with gloves to protect,

what was the idea he wanted to project?

In his house he had a few too many things,

A troubling problem for our past and serving Kings.

Here is a logical linguistic list of what he had;

Rows of books without scoliosis however old,

bin liners for the bin but never the mold.

skincare products tucked safely under silver sheets,

Speakers for standing not for playing beats.

Deodorants' that pressure will never change,

rows of bullets never for the shooting range.

Bars of soap that form life before they die,

undropped droplets not for any eye.

Weights that kiss the ground for years,

long dead flowers that put you in tears.

Grand mirrors with no reflection,

photo albums with no recollection.

Glasses to be looked at through glass,

Gas barbecue containers full of gas.

Candles that stand tall,

Chocolates, not for eating at all.

A suit that hides in its atmosphere, lonely,

children's play sets for view only.

Shirts with no wrinkles,

cans with no crinkles.

A diary fit for use last year,

Cured oak shelving that remains clear.

Pictures with apartment complexes in neat bubble wrap,

lamps hiding in their shades that will always nap.

2 rings, only 10 fingers.

This was a bright box for a pitch black mind

The look of perfection left him blind.

No friends, no family, no person of matter

As the clock keeps ticking time will clatter.

But as he maintained each item's flawless art,

insanity slowly consumed his frail and fragile heart.

Lyle's Rock

Along the coast of rainy Aberdeen,

There lies a rock for everyone to see.

A big, huge, hulking rock that everyone wants to climb,

And a bridge to travel to it at whatsoever time.

However for the brave and sturdy of minds,

There is another path that resides.

The bridge remains sparkling and varnished despite hundreds of feet,

All those who take this short cut have journeys far from complete.

As a choice well eaten by tourist and even those who reside near,

This cheaters passage leaves their mindset very unclear.

Most don't like change and stick to their path,

Some just never change, never to feel life's wrath.

The other, a far and stretched path that temps those before it,

has an enthusiastic start that is always the adored bit.

Footsteps of ghosts fade with time and thin with distance,

The soft and flowing sand puts up a rocky resistance.

The trail tests your qualities and determination,

Despite difficult, they're your minds silly creation.

My first test was one of patients and waiting,

something i struggle with while pouting and hating.

My mind scrambles as my time is wasted and lost,

my rhythmic and fresh thinking was what it cost.

The tide lowers its hands guiding me along its skin,

as i start, the ocean shows its teeth in a cheeky grin.

Chilling wind is blown in my face as a reminder,

This is a test and I'm next to the designer.

I walk fast but loose my footing so I ease up,

The journey is my work so the ocean is my cup.

Hypnotised by my watch — seeing the score tally,

as numbers count too high i appear to dally.

I endure more than my feet can bear,

my limbs are falling off, i need a new pair.

I know I can turn back but I won't,

all of the greats in history don't.

If i jump across this section I can't go back,

I have to make the end of this track.

Once i dive across i will have no choice,

So i choose to cross with my mind and voice.

It is easier to keep going knowing i must,

I know I can reach the end, my heart I trust.

As I arrive, nobody but me knows,

for me and only me the rock glows.

I smear my hands along this living inanimate mass,

everybody sees through me like low-iron glass.

I climbed the rock now that it has shown me its way,

I pull out my paper and on the mountain-top, I lay

There are many eager to take this path with dreams still afloat,

It was only today, when I managed to make it, I wrote this note.

My feet still hurt but i continue to stand,

upon your completion you will understand.

Good luck, to you, to all who reach the end,

Because once you're done it's your message you will send.

Interview Incarnation

Tell me about yourself.

My thoughts sink in the air.

A gulp, a tremble, a stutter, a trip,

 spilling my water as I try to take a sip.

I've so much experience yet I cannot speak,

Why do I freeze myself while I sit here and weep.

If my thoughts were yours you could see who I am

but instead I end up forcing upon you my convoluted sham.

I have fought amongst prolific people and creatures for mere scraps of gold,

I've visited harsh landscapes that boil from hot and burn from cold.

I've taught languages where emotions are dance and words are musical waves.

I've seen animated souls tell their wishes sat in their graves.

I plan to ride on a dolphin's back through the cosmos while contemplating new schemes,

I've seen a dimension where there is no colour and sounds are screams.

I've embarked on a journey to produce a garden of harmony inducing plants,

I stopped a 17 year war between elephants and ants.

I'm yet to learn how to harness the true power of cooking,

I joined a team to find a cursed amulet to which we are still looking.

I've had thought provoking conversations with inanimate objects to hear their profound intuition,

The more I think the more my plans come to fruition.

I've led tours through subconscious thoughts and manifestations of crazy men,

Taught fangled new arts to wizards and witches who just dinna ken.

I've formed a library of unwritten books by authors too scared to release their stories,

Jousted with barbarians, beheading them and removing their glories.

I've seen things that were designed to crumple minds and break hearts

and men who traded their souls for traces of sounds and fractions of arts.

But now I really am to learn these things. 

To dive deep and come out the other side changed.

I am no liar!

I am reborn as I learn the true totality of this,

My dictionary has changed.

My tongue is rough.

My mind has weakened and scarred

However it was healed and strengthened.

A new man I walk amongst animals and creatures.

I find no others like me

The Cow Who Knew

He clusters a clump of grass in his mouth

All whilst his friends "go south".

One day they were here

Then the next day things were not so clear

He knows, he knows, what really happened.

Fattened up like they are some sort of animal?

How could that be?

No free will, no freedom

No way out at all

The one way was through the big metal door.

Buzzing was heard but no screams in sight

One shot in the head, ought do 'em right.

Carved and cut like some sort of meat

How could this be their only feat?

His time dwindled like a candlelight

He had no standing chance in this fight.

Oh, a head scanner! he thought.

The man counts from 3 aligning it with his skull

the cow was confused

So this is the end?

No wife, no kids, and especially no freedom

Bonk, one shot and he was done.

The life of this cow hadn't been very fun.

THE WINDING PATH

Along and along it went, the twisted path

The length couldn't be conceived by even math.

Many lost, little found

Was this something to do with the ground?

Not many had the luck to return,

Even if you did you couldn't begin to learn.

If you were to return, well...

Something was unfortunate I have to tell.

It was in fact the monkeys that were out to play

They thirst for blood every day.

Feed, feed, feed they must

However, cut off the crust.

Monkey! must we hither? I say Monkey! must we hither?

It's the monkeys we must obey

Listen as they sway

Oh, no the monsters are out this day!

No one stands a chance when the beasts come out to play.

The Walls Now Speak

"Oh, if these walls could speak", you say

Well you wouldn't want to be there for this day

The walls begin at the start of their life

confusedly you grab your wife.

They want to speak but don't know where to start

It goes on about how you need to depart.

The walls of every home explain the horrors that they have seen

however, others talk gently about stories that are clean.

They know you better than your mother or dad

They tell the times you were happy, sad and mad.

You begin to realise you have been stalked your whole Life!

Time to rip out the hammer and knife.

The wall exclaims it had nothing else to do

But your anger boils and you start tearing, real slow.

The first layer has been removed

The walls disapproved.

Nothing but to do as they have always done and keep their mouth shut

Because they fear for if they speak they might just get cut.

Flowers Like You

We start small, only a little stem with two tiny leaves

One round bright god is what we believe.

The help provided by others cannot be thanked enough.

The world by yourself would be too tough.

Consuming and you start to grow bigger in size!

This is when you begin to realise...

You start pollinating once you get a bit older.

You grow distant, you grow colder.

Taking care of yourself more is the need

Left by yourself to grow and feed

Wow you getting to the best days now!

It all seems to be rushing by, How?

All grown to your full potential.

Making the next generation is essential.

Your seeds flow through the air hoping for a blade of grass to catch one.

Once one has managed, your task is done.

Watching over as they grow just like you did.

They too will grow up and become a kid.

Time is catching up with you.

The ground will begin to swallow soon.

Appreciation is all you have left

Where did time go? It's like a theft

Laying down in the final moments, things begin to go quiet

Once you're gone everyone will riot!

One with the ground, you have become

Life's cycle is far from wholesome.

Valentine 2

Inspired by Carol Ann Duffy's "Valentine"

Not a love heart or a bouquet of flowers.

I give you a glass

it brings the rainbow when you only give it white light

It holds back the water

like I, the relationship.

Yes that's it!

If not handled carefully

A state of shock as it falls

Stains on shirts that never fully leave

shards can hurt, even if small.

i'm being realistic.

Not a box of chocolates or cuddly bear.

I give you a glass.

It all converges to a single point

holding up everything

Essential to the whole structure

We are this to each other

Receive it!

Shards scatter

impossible to collect them all

By hand, causes many small cuts

Bigger shards are...

lethal.

Its contents still soak on your fingers.

Drips lay on shards.

Classic Christmas

A box practically made of tape

Fondant icing cakes the cake.

Lights glisten from door to door

When potatoes are passed, you ask for more.

A day billions look to

A day, not just special for two.

Optical hazards, under the tree, they are found

Going off of dimensions, weight and sound.

Scratching the surface when tearing paper

A magical aroma seeming like a vapour.

arms intimidate paper on people

Singing hymns underneath a steeple.

Under the mistletoe, a kiss waits to be captured

pictures are gathered, ready to be chaptered

The chicken bathes in gravy, lavish and fine

The family comes together when it is time to dine.

A nearing end to something endless

The storm outside reigns relentless.

Need, not want

I want you, 

no,

i need you.

Even when it takes over.

It's not your fault.

You blame yourself 

for something unreachable.

You defend something untouchable.

You have made it through the uncontrollable.

You suffer intangibly.

You see value in worthlessness

You see the unseeable.

You create beauty from nothingness.

You are beauty, you mean something.

I am here.

Life is worth living together,

you and I.

Your vision is bleary.

I see your problems, but look past them.

We, will fix them.

Hands held out for you.

An embracing environment,

away from solitude,

Away from the cold.

My passion is stronger.

Half a dozen months 

spent open to the minds torture.

Let me help!

Cocoon you from all of it.

My reason

This time I am going to do it.

This time i am going to end it.

Every resentful letter to 

what remains of my family has shown me

the coward i am.

13 letters later.

Every time i try i don't succeed.

I want to but can't.

I'm useless, who would care if I left?

They call me a failure and a loser everyday,

I believe them.

I am going to do this.

I'll prove something.

How is it all fair?

A recent passing due to cancer in the family

leaves me to wonder,

am i just selfish?

Why should I get to choose, when others cannot.

I cannot make my mark on this world 

or even get that pretty girl down the street.

What is the point?

Maybe people will remember my name now.

I think it is time I go.

Dissapear.

Alright, I'm scared.

I dont want to, I have to.

Goodbye everyone i know.

Corecore-lore

In the begining the goal was to claim all the land,

Humans spread across and together they band.

Establishments built and trade routes set,

The demand for furthur technology is yet to be met.

The hungry hogs command as they set the rules,

They think of us simpletons to be such fools.

They feed for every second of your attention.

Canceled, you will be if you ever mention.

Collecting all the features that define you,

All you will ever be in number - 47802.

More ads, more promoting, more control!

That 9 - 5 you work is your only real role.

Interest has spiked to colonise our brains for investors glee,

they use their marionettes to manipulate, we just cannot see.

Any free moment you have should be spent looking down at your phone.

What else do you have when you're depressed and alone?

We can't stand up to them, we have been wedged too far apart,

To create such an imbalace, it's like an art.

Waste — dumped on already suffering streets,

barley spoke about, at meet and greets.

We are slowly choking to death,

Just above water, taking our last breath.

Ignorance among leaders has left us all behind,

they wish for us to say none, hear none and continue being blind.

Many are feeling that they survive and not live,

Drained of hapiness, they're only feeling negative.

Most are ready to stop at thirty years of age,

Learning of their broken system fills them with rage.

Money worth less than when it was earnt.

The world is going to end, you'd think they had learnt.

Adventures Impulse

A journeys beginning, I pack for us all.

Bags, socks, pants, tents and of course the dolls.

We are the most nervous yet the most excited before leaving for the woods.

We couldn't be stupid enough to forget the foods.

Foot by foot, in a row we travel.

the path laid ahead begins to unravel.

Base camp! This will be our spot.

My eyes wander away from me

This isn't where i want to be.

Hairs prickle in the cold winds of the eve —

a disorientated message telling me to leave.

Darkness swallows the exits to this maze,

My head pulses as i reconfigure in this haze.

I revolt after my muzzy mind begins to heal.

A red ring encloses around me with dancing and flaring flames,

The rest ignore me as they're chanting names.

the orange glow beckons for me,

the body hangs from the branch of a tree.

The surrounding light is reminiscent of Halloween.

My nostrils smoulder at gasoline.

The vexation puppeteer strings me up.

I join, unwillingly, to a frolic without reason,

I cannot escape for that would be treason.

I walk up as i entangle in my own rope,

now there is little reason for delicacies as hope.

Tightening feelings round my body begin to crawl around,

the feelings calm as the fuzziness begins to surround.

Pure black, pure peace, pure nothingness.

To Key, From Lock

We come in a variety of forms,

We have made it through vast and thunderous storms.

We are partners of love and crime,

I was made for your shape and you were made for mine.

We perfectly fit to complete our purpose,

made almost so well we have no surplus.

A duo that; to be safe we must be separate,

our small interactions are what we must tolerate.

You open my world to so many things,

Your love is unconditional with no attached strings.

I see how you shine through your rust.

You are whom i put my hope and trust.

You could be replaced but i will always repair you,

my vision for you is clear, never askew.

You turn and 360 my life even when not around,

I just wait for the jingle of your jangling sound.

I stay back and hold the fort,

As people try to enter i'm there to thwart.

I must pick between many keys who just don't fit,

My heart cannot bear when we are split.

I wish i could wander with you around the town,

The more i miss you the more i frown.

I've spent so long waiting around for your affection,

I'm just glad we have our little connection.

Enigmatic Reverie

The shadow men come and see me at night,

tall, skinny and blank but not here to fright.

They come with more than knowledge and elucidation,

you begin to lean in without hesitation.

They speak through symbols and flashing marks,

Lost in the labyrinth of their sparks.

As you enter my mind you will begin to stumble,

as you look around my thoughts, you frantically bumble.

A silhouette of thoughts, a surreal trance,

Their cryptic language makes your beliefs dance.

Time seems to bend, reality twists,

In the realm of enigmas, you coexist.

Curiosity pulls you deeper inside,

through and into the corridors where secrets reside.

Whispers of wisdom, ancient and wise,

Unravelling the universe's untold truths before your very eyes.

As you traverse my mind's abyss of dreams,

you are opened up to some frightful themes.

But beware, for knowledge has its price,

In the depths of their realm, you make a sacrifice.

A piece of your soul, left behind,

In the search for truths of a different kind.

The boundaries of consciousness have taken over,

with regret in your heart you wish to be sober.

Yet, amidst the riddles and the fear,

A newfound clarity starts to appear.

Embracing the darkness, you find your light,

A symbiotic bond, shining so bright.

So, let the shadow men guide your way,

Through the boundless cosmos, of night and day.

Eerie Evening Echoes

Buckets and bags, belch and bellow,

Greetings with hammers and hatchets but not with hello.

Pedantic pumpkins laugh at your panic,

moonlit monsters dance in a manic.

The Reaper rattles his synth before he will reap,

Shocking scarecrows smile as they sweep.

The veil of vampires contorts like voodoo,

Quails quiver and quack like you do.

Zapped Zombies stop at Zilch,

Frightening Fortune tellers being their candy filch.

Greasy goblins gobble gobbets,

as looming legends lurk in their lockets.

Nasty nightmares are nocturnal,

Enchanting ectoplasm seeps eternal.

Wicked witches wail and whump,

Their Jinxing Jokes will make you jump.

Dismal demons do the unspeakable at dusk,

terror from tombstones with spikes of tusk.

A xanthic street lit fog with sounds xylophonic,

Creepy corpses and costumes continue to be chronic.

Yowls and yelps stop when it is yesterday,

alien amulets and apparitions continue anyway.

Ominous overcasts by ogres and orcs are obsessive,

Insane intruders remain invisible and it's impressive.

When the undead uproar there will be urns to fill,

this kooky night of candy is going to kill.

Veiled Vision

I used to see,

see things that made me smile.

My face was easy to look at.

When I darted my eyes around a room,

I would see things,

See things that made me think.

I remember reflections.

I loved to see,

even just rough cliffs and loud waterfalls.

I trust my partner to guide and lead me,

not to care for me.

I hold her hand as she runs ahead,

I trust her,

but I cannot run with her,

I stumble and pull back.

I don't want to fall,

fall further than I already have.

I imagine myself on a tightrope,

to sway one way is bad and the other way worse.

I hate this feeling of falling.

Not even falling but drowning too,

drowned in sounds and intricately detailed walkways.

Why are there so many lumps and bumps?

I wish my faith in her was better.

I wish my hands and head weren't scuffed from bashes,

So I could hold her softly.

I want to hold her not be held.

I know she is smiling because of her voice,

a sweet sweet sound.

If for only one day I were to regain my sight 

I would spend it all on her.

I never did see anything so calming.

I never did see so much love in so little space.

Time Juncture

I think I've wasted my time for long enough

My heart ticks to the sound of my steps,

uses time to save himself

becomes obsessed

speeds ahead of his friends

kills him