Darkness falls into
the midnight hour
at the verge of the edge
Shivering on a cold night
In the abandoned house
filled with hunger and despair
Carrying with a racing heartbeat
Laying on the funky bed
I’m hearing a creepy noise
coming out with a heavy step
shaking hard like an earthquake
it looks like the head is sticking out
staring at me with a hard
thick of an alligator’s core skin
with long green reptile’s tongue
and big open wide sharp teeth
Ready to eat me for his dinner

I wouldn’t walk to the old mill house
To get treats at Halloween;
For that’s the place where loud screams are heard,
And where ghosts are often seen.

Inside those walls on All Hallows’ Eve,
There are things that’ll raise your skin;
Like an ice cold touch, or a creaking chair,
Or a slamming door within.

And don’t peer in through the cellar glass,
Where there’re bodies buried there;
With eyes in jars that are lined on shelves,
That will turn on you and stare.

It is so quiet here,
but for the rustling
sound of the wind
through the leaves.

It is called psithurism,
a word that hushes
my small world as I speak its name.

Oh, Israel,
Oh, Palestine,
Oh, Ukraine, Russia, Sudan,
Oh, innocent people of nations rattled by war,

I pray for your whispering leaves
that you may feel their hush, know their rest.

I watch as a great hawk skims the air,
its mighty wings, gloriously free.

Read, relive, repeat,

The day when the beginning birthed,
When the sun seldom sat on the face of the earth,
A little bright, a little blurry,
When nature calm, crawling, taking up again
The Lord seeing through shiny eyes, professing goodness,
Everything is good: better
All is well, All is well.

Rejoice, Recieve, Repeat

The Night before Day Break
it was dark, so dark
The moon refused to give its light
A dark and Silent Sky
A Slight twinkling of star light
A cool breeze began to blow
Heralding the break of down
Soon it was twilight
And the day began to break

There I am standing in
at the midnight hour
that it is approaching
embracing at my own pace
alone and frightening
by the haunting sound
of the crying souls
Fear shooting down to
my spine
as I am feeling weak to
my knees
at the cemetery passing
greeting by the howling
wind and the dancing of the
tombstones stay
causing my heart skipping a beat
to find a way to escape
from this dreadful place
that is reminding me that death
is coming on this day
Friday the 13th

Intrusive, invading, impulsive
Through my dreams he crept
Tainted, taunted, tortured
By the secrets that he kept

Ripping, raiding, ravaged
Subconscious fantasies played
Motionless, mimicking, mindless
Through his claws, the scars he laid

Blood lust, bedfellows, begone
His stench lingered on my breast
Perverse, primal, pathetic
A tortured soul not laid to rest

"I see you on the other side
of our parents' intolerance and violence.
I think we could be friends somewhere else."

"Can we go there sometime soon?"

"I don't know if it's possible, but I hope so.
I have to go now I hear more rockets coming.
So, I'll see you tomorrow I hope."

"I'd like that very much."

My Darling have you missed me?
As much as I've missed you.
Through a long and lonely summer
Nothing we could do
but wait until the Autumn
When once again we could embrace,
Enfolded in your arms
A warm and tender place
To lay my naked flesh
'Gainst your body soft and warm
To feel you getting hotter
Till I can bear no more.
Dear Lord! this heat is burning
Just one thing I can do
Leap from the bed
And switch you off,
Or down to setting two.

Life is a maze, so make a plan
Face up to what you fear.
Don’t make light, of what is dark
But be sure to make it clear.

Do not befriend the devil
Keep him close, but at arm’s length.
Look your daemons in the eye
To release your inner strength.

You’ll have a map, but no direction
If you ignore the warning signs.
Your heart’s a sundial and a compass
That points north, when courage shines.