Through the darkened woods
Black Riding Hood ran.
Crushing the dirt
beneath her combat boots
to Grandmother's house
fast as she can.

Grinning with fangs
curled under deviant lips,
the Bad Wolf leapt.
Stopped Black Riding Hood
cold in her tracks.

I see you're alone
you must be afraid.
Would you be offended
if I walked with you a ways?

Black Riding Hood
stared unimpressed.
Stop wasting my time
I have some place to be.
Beat it, Wolf
Go climb a tree.

I dreamt such a dream, just last night;
that I woke the whole house, past eleven;

seems, whom we're toasting to, had a bad "crash"
with me driving, so we landed in heaven.

St. Peter welcomed me, up, at the "gates"
in the crash, I had first, "bought my farm";

he said, "For all your sins, you'll walk eternity
with an ugly woman, always on your arm!"

These gals were quite "homely", I was taken....a back!
Plus, the one on my right had no "sense";

sound vibrations of one’s name

cause certain frequencies

which reach an ear

then the vibrations
are converted into

electric vibrations ….

by the drum and the three bones in the ear.

later on these final eddy currents

are interpreted by the electronic brain,

hence this introductory poem.

What’s in a name?

each name has a vibration,

phonetic

each alphabet has been assigned

a particular value

and

the sum total of the points

added up

create a frequency

Just one shot, one more shot
and I'll go down
Just one shot, one more shot
and it will make my day

But you wouldn't give the
reason for this
You want to save what's last or what's less
and you wouldn't tell me
the cause of this mess
It wont preserve the...
remaining goodness...

Please light more cigarettes
I need to smoke
Don't be greedy
Don't be greedy

God, hear my plea
I am lost in the dark
Broken and afraid
In this path, I see
People so much like me:
Strangers hungry since birth,
Innocence begging for pity,
Women dressed in riches,
Faces smudged in tears,
Beauties smiling like witches,
Downtrodden bowing so lowly,
And fools seeking immortality.
There are the homeless,
Genuine hearts looking straight,
Asking for a penny
To live through the day
Unwanted wanting to be wanted,
Dolls dreaming to be free,

Serendipity winked at me today
and allowed to me, your song;

familiar was your melody
so I yearned to sing along.

Then I saw with mine own eyes
what danced in mine own head,

I saw the way you looked at me,
so I looked away, instead.

I could not have apologized
for wearing on my sleeve,

what you so quickly mesmerized,
and I could not retrieve.

Then I passed a looking glass
and glimpsed a vision, cursed;

I tried to gain composure
but your reflection went by first.

In this little box of room,

I open up deep thoughts

Roaming, roaming

Moving

In this little box of room

The clock speaks louder

Ticking, ticking

Screaming

And so this soul will predict its doom

It will lie where no flowers shall ever bloom

Ears will turn deaf and the mouth mute

Death be the general whom I give my salute

In this corner,

The lips turn white

Laughing, laughing

Shivering

In this corner,

The body falls asleep

Dreaming, dreaming,

Hoping

Hushed night air
gentle breezes
caressing open curtains
dance across my face.

Through the walls
and window sills
silently they creep
careful not to disturb
my sleep.

The creaking of the door
footsteps in the hall
Tell me I'm not alone
voiceless, I wait.

Shadow figures
outlined in moonlight
converse with themselves
colloquialims I can't understand.

Mischievous creatures
rummaging cabinets.
Perhaps looking
for a midnight snack.

they bought a fish
I said she will die,
yes they say we all have to...
but the single one
was left alone in isolation
did it have to moan
so the fish swam all alone
none to talk to
none to collide
none to chase
nor be chased far and wide

she went all about
in search of solace
till divinity welcomed her
to her royal palace

On the broken street,
where even passing cars cannot
erase the growing weeds
slowly widening asphalt cracks
before the gap-toothed leer
of empty storefronts
everything is grey,
thick dust of old abandonment
hanging acrid in the air,
rusted sewer drains
choked with hardened mud
split like gaping idiot grins