I hear a train whistle blowing about a half mile away,
Under the covers is where I will stay.
The devil is riding the ghost train picking up lost souls,
taking them to hell amongst the heated coals.
Every living person must hide and keep still,
Away from glass doors away from the window sill.
A dark and scary night is upon me tonight,
A cold chill fills the air and so does fright.
October 31 on all hallows eve,
I wish so badly I could just leave.
That old black ghost train gives an eerie sound,

Killer

Sometimes I like to take time out of my busy life
to remember,
The Woman in the Grass.

She sits in a paddock.
The grass has long turned brown.
Her long hair mingles with the foliage.
Dark waves cascading down.

She peers up at the heavens.
Mottled by many a dark cloud.
Her storm-grey eyes like daggers.
O! What mysteries they shroud.

She gasps as it begins to rain.
Acidic tears pouring down.
She falls asleep as all her pain,
Seeps into the ground.

here by the phone
to hear you
across the waves
the static hisses
like team
like atmospheres seperate

we are islands

lonely in love
falling like wishs
stars diving
in the night

sweet pearl
how I haunt you

Right about now I remember my Mother,
she must have said:
"There is no self-righteous God in his kingdom heaven and hell is
a sure-fire declaration of the absurdity that is perpetual life,
right here
in its living." at least a thousand times before
she went through the corridor of
never more, (I still see crows and swallows,
circle dancing in the sky
butterflies land on my shoulder and the scent
of lilacs and roses permeate winter's white
when I think of her.)

They look up above to the skies
with their young and innocent eyes.
Little children not really knowing
where their young lives are going.
Some are born of kings and queens
others just of people with dreams.
Some are born into families so poor
others destined for riches and more.

I saw a ghost today
while visiting a place
I didn't want to go back to.

But curiosity,
even the dreaded kind
makes me want
to peek around corners.

I saw a ghost
just an image
that I could never express in words,
even if I were given
every one in the world.

If I could etch it into an idol
it would still be sacrilegious,
a demon in a white dress.

Instead I shall sweep it
with the kitchen broom
into a pile
with the rest of the ashes.

Spent……….

We are but a jester’s jest
from our floppy
hat smile to our unsavoury
string vest. Given all we’ve
discovered, invented, created, why
don’t the animals used to test
our drugs or make up feel elated.
Stunted misshapen unhealthy mutes
given a home, kennel ? food to beaut’s

Some people around us
Seem not to see at all
Beyond the limit of the nose
The effects of their misdoing
Or just being apathetic
To filth and fizz

When rain falls
They rush in to bring
Their garbage bins
Empty the contents
Into running rain water
In the gutter before the house

Polythene bags
Wasted food, empty cans
Broken bottles
Shit and vomit
Swept away
To where there is obstruction

I am a freak
don't wear caps, nor hats,
nor jewelry
nor logos on my clothes
no bumper stickers
no tattoos
don't chew gum

don't like comic books
nor hollywood blockbusters
nor crowded bars, guns,
mindless profanity, macho posturing,
loud talkers,
nor any kind of pagentry

I don't drink
don't gamble
nor play video games, boardgames,
nor BINGO!
I have no appreciation for Disneyland
nor Vegas,
nor stock car races