My House Is Not Always a Happy Home

My house is not always a happy home . Journee’s we all take – from time to time - take me into thoughts travelling on roads to the past, where I walk with ghosts, that sometimes haunt, along with spirits that fly – free – into the sublime. Both sojourn with me to places where dreams, nightmares find refuge, incubate, where they be - the facts of life – one carries with them to the end. For sanity to survive, one must make both friend. Unlike most else in life, they are with us forever, even if we burry, no longer see them in the light of day. Like most else that moves on, they will not fade away, just hide in dark corners of our house until night key comes to unlock the subconscious, set the ghosts free. That is the nature of the psychological, mind game that human nature - the gods – have ingrained in you and me and that is what ties us together as one, in there, we are the same. B. J. “A” 2 August 22nd 2004