Graveyard Gus shook a bony head,
His sockets burning dark and red,
He paused to clack his rotted tongue,
Sighing from a blackened lung,
"Oh, Halloween!" he glumly said.

Misty Missy fled deep dirt
Mouth agape as if it hurt
Her wispy face was cross and mean
"Cursed be, it's Halloween,
Tourist hordes and guides who blurt."

Graveyard Gus shook a bony head,
His sockets burning dark and red,
He paused to clack his rotted tongue,
Sighing from a blackened lung,
"Oh, Halloween!" he glumly said.

Misty Missy fled deep dirt
Mouth agape as if it hurt
Her wispy face was cross and mean
"Cursed be, it's Halloween,
Tourist hordes and guides who blurt."

Loosely wearing,
a dress made of night.
all down her back,
buttons of star-light.

Luminous moonlight
shines on her face,
highlights her features
a silhouette of grace.

Contours, exotic
feminine wiles,
hidden behind
winsome smiles.

Face of an angel
soft full lips,
take you to heaven
on sway of her hips

secretive nature
deceptive eyes,
concealing a cache...
of unspoken lies.

Pick a word at random, because mystery is blue
Language is your toolbox and your puzzle, find the clues.
An avalanche of rhythm can relax you deep inside
But surface-side you’re nervous, the purpose? Search and find.

Utilise the pen lid, it works in tandem with the ink
When it meets your teeth its magic, concepts grow as plastic shrinks.
Plots are lost in some translations, they muddle many thoughts
So, strive to find salvation in this maze of deep contorts.

I remember a girl I never loved
And who never loved me
Oh, how beautiful she is
For her memory brings me
Neither pain nor joy

She wears a yellow sundress
Like it was made only for her
Seeing her like this makes it hard to remember
That I never really loved her
And she never loved me too

But then I remember a girl I did love
A girl I will love until the end of time
Lo, for the nights are long and empty
And in the chasm within my soul
There isn't even a single echo

THE SOME OF ALL FEARS

Sometimes is an indistinct word
Always and Never hit the spot
Almost as if one may have lied
As more specificity is preferred
And a kind of vagueness is not
As going along just for the ride

Somewhere can be just a place
It’s Near or Far, Here or There
More likely to be based outside
All likely locations in any case
And you must feel my despair
All maps and exit routes denied

In darkness he lies
Blankets up to his chin,
Eyes stare into blackness
Would the monsters rush in?

Tap tap on the window,
Scritch scratch, rustle rustle;
Just a branch from a tree
Scrapes the pane, tenses muscle.

From its hide behind clouds
A bright moon appears,
Casts shadows on curtains
To build up his fears.

Nerves stretch as a fiddle
Taut for the bow,
Buries deeper 'neath blankets
Whimpers loud, fast and low.

We regaled each other with our magnificent scars.
Tales of failures, love and redemption,
of which there were many.

Things that broke us, healed us, and patched us up
again and again, with a little wisdom of what is real.

And this was just enough for us
to hazard another throw of the dice.

October passes Summer to Fall,
Fall sends a shiver, slowly crawl,
Crawl lively colors turn the hues,
Hues once shimmering, now so loose.

Loose gone the breath, then would descend,
Descends towards its eventual end,
End that leads to a start-so new,
New beginnings with a more vivid hue.

The tip of the arrow has a complicated goal,
No interest in her heart but indeed her very soul.
The archer isn’t sure as he retreats back through the mud.
He only knows that in the snow, there’s not a drop of blood.

It was to be an easy shot when he’d planned the whole event,
An arrow cannot be recalled once the bastard has been sent.
Was it love or simply lust that was fuelling his desire,
His mind was playing tricks again, it’s nothing but a liar.