Rational men among us state plainly
- that no ghosts walk among us.
But they haven’t really searched the shadows,
or smelled the sweet musk-roses you wore
when wind-chimes twinkle like your laugh.
If ghosts haunt, then spirits linger.
If ghosts bedevil and terrorize,
spirits hangout, abide and remain.
Time is as nothing to them,
they are now and they are then.
We are shadows, that are becoming
shadows, that were shadows before.
Rational men know what they see,
but they’re dull and though waking,
remain unaware that lemures tamper,
with impressions, subconscious voices
and barely perceptible shenanigans,
across death’s thin, permeable veneer.
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Lemures = From Roman mythology: spirits who become involved with the living.
Categories:
lemures, angel, mythology, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
When night face appears:
Hades erupts with the
hammer of death,stiring
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth
and back preying on
wandering souls-tell-tale
odor pervading the
atmosphere.
Resistance is like chasing
shadows.
Shackles of bondage
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains
and fetters.
Howling winds
harmonize with howls of
night marmosets-
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread
like cancer: a norm of the
day.
Mountains of carcasses
caressing the sky.
The world becomes
scene of blood bath,
carnages mounting,
screams perforating the
atmosphere.
Long ago,a human
phoenix lived and died-lo
he lives!
(Carpe diem)! He offers
hands of goodwill with
beaming smiles.
Categories:
lemures, abuse, allegory, bereavement, bible,
Form: Carpe Diem