Sneaking through the graveyard
in the dead of night
to a hidden garden
in full moonlight
you want to be careful better beware
the fiery eyes
of the scarecrow's stare
if the spell is broken
you open Pandora's Box
and it's lights out
for the jack-o-lanterns
they're in for a nasty shock
you have to be careful better beware
the Halloween screams
of your worst nightmare
'cause something's jumping in the pumpkin patch
it's goblins going trick or treat
they're a-getting hungry
for something good to eat
A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate.
A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal.
It had no need to know dinner was served late,
Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal.
The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare,
That made dead men howl silently in each grave,
Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair,
The gate creaked loud at each brush of ghostly wave.
Grief-stricken men earlier brought a fresh stiff,
Whose spirit roams about as if still alive.
His shroud still sweetly scented for winds to sniff.
Where otherwise smells of decayed corpses thrive.
Rotten bones left near the godforsaken gate,
Lay scattered by the snouts of some groaning pigs,
As scavenging and ruin became their fate.
While restless souls lay buried beneath their digs.
Wailing wind soft hard and loose
Indigo sins blown away by you
Not everyone listens to your truth
Denim days are made forever blue
Soulful song sounds silvery sonnet
Onyx town with a curse on it
Neon prayers clash with Easter bonnet
Graveyard laugh as heart is haunted
Do not turn back, the past is grave, Its echoes haunt, its hands enslave.
The road behind is lined with ghosts, Their voices call, their sorrow boasts.
Each step you take, the past will plead, But forward lies the path you need.
The hands of time will twist and pull, Yet looking back will take its toll.
The doors you closed, the bridges burned, Will whisper still, though none return.
The past is cruel, it does not care, It waits to catch you unaware.
It wears the scent of rotting dreams, It hums in corridors unseen.
Its fingers claw through dust and bone, It sings in voices not its own.
The faces lost, the dreams decayed, Will drag you down where shadows fade.
So walk ahead, don’t turn around, For ghosts will pull you to the ground.
kohl tombstones
enveloped by mist . . .
the vanished moon
Tears of fears drip from all that gather
A mystery lyes ahead as the coffin lowers
Sleep smiles on show to see
Some can’t hind the pain though so it breaks through their smiley faces
After suffering & crying
Comes some sort of relief that hopefully their soul has reached heaven in gods presence. Silence
Not a shiver of a word heard here after as the night capitulates.
Have they escape the world? But you still hold the memories, however you are truly left with wonder. Does it make life even more worth living?
i'm still at the same place
sitting by the same old lamp
where we penned
a tale, a poem, a song for the ages
while listening to same old music
in void of your voice
and the letters you used to fly
from your place
i'm wishing on every star
for a force to come by and tell me
is it over or is it an illusion?
my mind is my graveyard
a death place of my happiness
that keep stabbing daggers
by bringing back memories
i looked up your name
not once, twice or thrice
but thousands of time
with my each cry
i see you're doing good
by locking me in a cage
and throwing away in the sea with the key
leaving me to drown and die
Why did you kill on a Valentine's day?
She came to show you the depth of her love.
Yet that same love you wickedly betray.
You stabbed her in cold blood wearing a glove.
She brought a box of chocolate candy...
and a bouquet of beautiful flowers.
She also brought a bottle of brandy.
To celebrate with you for a few hours.
In a cruel twist, you stabbed her heart so deep,
You watched as blood dripped with crimson flows,
Your face flushed with anger more than skin-deep.
On her face, you rained a barrage of blows.
You made her face swollen, her heart shattered,
For no reason, you killed her in cold blood.
To everywhere, her dead soul you scattered.
In your conscience, her blood flows like a flood.
This you kept as a secret to all ears,
But she haunted me with the truth in dreams,
When I confronted you, you only shed tears.
In your eyes, I saw her blood flow as streams.
In revenge, I've sent you to a graveyard...
a promise I made to her in my heart.
Another beautiful valentine marred.
Wait at the gate, I'll also soon depart.
On the base of a flower vase,
that's where you left her last blood trace:
A reminder of your fresh kill;
your Valentine's day gruesome chill.
Caked blood now covers the deep wound,
her flesh still looks fresh on the ground.
But her spirit roams far away,
graveyards too small for her to stay.
Her lips still wear your last cold kiss.
Her warm hugs, you'll forever miss.
Her soft hands, you can't again grab;
a gone soul, you can't again stab.
From cemeteries, vengeance screams;
her vengeful spirit haunts your dreams.
Her ghost won't rest till your soul flees
and the breezes from your nose freeze.
You killed me to don’t love me
My life was disheveled, broken, unloved, forgotten, and cleared
because the love was spiced and smelled of the smell of corpses.
This fragrance is my atmosphere from your memory, the hoped lady
We met on a modern train, and our love, life, and children go far away
You didn’t give light, I couldn’t it, the dark. Loved far in your heart, graveyard
Dear… our stream train is corpses, mass graves. I loved you your sad train
Why didn’t this train transform into a white wedding car?
Because you are envious, you are gloating, and love my suffering
But do not get your hopes up, our wedding waiting for us in Hell
I am dead
Someone
Waiting for you
In the Hell
My heart is a graveyard,
Where i buried the people
Who never returned, leaving me
Haunted by their broken promises.
The chambers carry the hidden scars,
And the ashes of the wilting flowers.
The haunting whispers of my heart,
Were replied by all my ghost's dying past.
It was a garden where grief bloomed.
I sowed the seeds under the layers of regret,
Poured tears day and night, and felt moved
Hoping it will bloom into joy and gloom.
It is a burial of unspoken love,
Where i painted the walls of my heart with
unseen poem, a prison of words somehow
using a brush drenched in blood and awe.
Now I'm getting used to the Grave's sound
A void of silence and remorse,
And everything smells like ashes
And rotten corpse.
Gather 'round, young ones, and heed my words,
The truth has been consumed, its head submerged,
To depths far from light.
Recall, just a few market days past,
It was shrouded in shadows, veiled by lies that would forever last.
For most of the living you see, have perfected the art,
Of twisting reality, of bias that distorts the heart.
Disguising traps as breakthroughs, so scary.
Dictating paths for others' children's feet,
And swearing oaths that seal their fate, so discreet.
For theirs is the cemetery,
And ours the graveyard.
Binding futures with words that cannot be undone,
And claiming power over lives that have just begun.
Thinking if they're buried in the cemetery, they'll be better off than us of the graveyard,
Where trees loom thick, and diggers tread barefoot, with hearts that are hardened.
But eternity is long, long for it.
Today's presence speaks of yesterday's absence.
Do not be deceived and do not be amused.
We shall be equal in bones and then dust.
Whether of the cemetery or of the graveyard.
graveyard ghoulishness
an assortment of gray gloom
callous cold and hard
Summer breeze flows fast through my fingers.... warm windy kisses my face, a shadow casting over me from an above fleeting murder of crows, seeking out their next destination, their next place ,.... the iron gates open and inviting,... I met you at the graveyard, as if you risen from a tomb, your death from your mothers womb, like the universe planted a seed and a star bloomed, with petals made of diamonds, prism colors and shapes twirl in the trees,
.. I met you at the graveyard, I looked into your soulless eyes, you asked me who I was, I said I'm your demise,...I met you at the graveyard, baffled by your presence, you are alive but not living, you had an essence and burning desire, you asked me again who I was,I said I know who I am but who are you? Your existence was unknown, your energy was black, I was taken back,.... I met you at the graveyard, wondering if that's where you called home, young, gorgeous and alone, I felt a burdensome sorrow and a need to apologize for all your tumultuous, pain and hurt, a tear rolled down your beautiful face, you said there's no need to apologize, l've forgiven and am in a better place....
I met you at the graveyard
Enchanted Norse the dark place of dwarves trickery leaving graveyard dark from gargano graves formed in to spear heads making witch ornaments with light bulbs filled with forbidden black sand smuggled from Maui candle wax to see if asiL will appear wearing feathers of ash smudging walls wailing clawing talisman voodoo charms the hidden agenda a family of fathers who fake their deaths to become the devil hiding in basements toying with goodness heaven closed the doors leaving Lisa lingering holding Mary Gargano hand weeping the agony watching evil plotted her song of sadness illuminates her feet covered in graveyard dirt a pet cemetery for humans unleashed the trickery lies in faking of death to impersonate the deceased identity fraud the covering of arson murder of 9 persons the twisted surges of negative energies graveyard dirt used in ritual sacrifices shuttering coven of asiL Marie Gargano wrath unfolds the pagen pilgrimage Norse meeting trolls dwarves meeting at memorial gardens entrance
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