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From my window, darkness was quickly descending.
Costumed creatures were walking about, pretending
to be goblins and ghosts, expecting me to be scared
and totally freaked out, for which I was not prepared.
I'd been warned about evil spirts on Halloween night,
and vampires rising from coffins to give my neck a bite,
but no one had cautioned me, "Beware the living dead!"
I laughed it off and scoffed at a zombie's decayed head.
Around me creepy crawlers slithered. I felt an eerie chill.
but I was trick-or-treating for candy; my bag I'd yet to fill.
Across the blood red moon, flew witches in pointed hats.
Their dark silhouettes joined by a flock of shrieking bats!
I saw a man dressed as a baby, but he looked like a brute.
He growled at me, so I ran as he chased me in hot pursuit.
I thought I'd be attacked when suddenly there appeared
skeletons whose clicking bones pointed at me and jeered.
With worry I started thinking, Could these things be real?
Something nibbled on my hair. How horrid it made me feel!
I went to a house with a porch light, hoping for Tootsie Rolls,
but screamed when in the open door stood sneering Trolls.
I tried to convince myself that this was just some silly hoax,
by friends trying to make me cower with their wicked jokes.
With a bit of bravado, I rang another doorbell, undaunted,
but fled again when I saw signs that the house was haunted.
How I wished for the power to fly away on a witch's broom
and escape the macabre apparitions on this night of gloom.
Now filled with trepidation and dread, I darn near fainted
wondering if the sweet treats I'd collected were all tainted.
Somehow, I managed to make it home but could not sleep.
Snarls from under my bed gave me goosebumps, skin-deep.
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Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable
We were greated by none.
Hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences
Were else could a half hunover yet slighty buzzed madman
stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass skirt
and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada.
But in in canada there was nothing to greet us there but cold
As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial.
Cananda its slogan should have been.
Welcome to Cannada it's really dam cold.
But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment.
Or for that matter any enviroment.
For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers
And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup
and ice hockey.
We had one true goal.
we had come to drink Cannada dry.
No bar would go untouched No bottle would not know are name.
we would hit on many women.
Score with a few and say we had slept with many.
I was a religeous man and i needed to get in touch with with the spirts
The spirts of Canadian mist Jim beam And my old stand by spirt Gin
It was a bold mission for which we had set forth.
Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but
we still somehow walked and functioned in disquise of
semi normal human beings but nothing was further from the truth
we were writters once ment we were professional crazy people
On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol
an drink canada dry
The Colluseum
Has filled with people again,
Glowing softly by torch-light.
Lamps are lit, twinkling
Like stars in the seats above.
Heavy fumes of olive oil
Waft up on the breeze.
No longer do the petals
Hold their fragrant perfume
Of the day's cascade,
But lie crumpled in the sand
Trampled underfoot and blood.
Here I stand. Nobel
And proud--a woman of means--
Gladiator--non-the less.
Tonight is special.
I fight my last of five years...
The Rudius will be mine.
Here with loin cloth
And thraex...standing ready.
Domitian, has called his
Last dwarf to fight me.
In full armor, he is no match--
A quick jab to my legs, but
Like a gazelle, I
Leap above him, taking his
Right arm with one swift slice of
My blade--and it falls
As I land behind the dwarf.
Screaming as his blood spirts from
what's left of his arm,
He raises his left hand high,
Stagering, facing the crowd.
I wait...Thumbs down--and he lives.
Thumbs up--and I mercif'lly
Slit his throat, with one quick slice...
He falls to his knees.
Walking around to face him,
Ready my thraex and say
"Forgive me, brother...
For you who are about to
Die...I salute you." ...And
Then, it was over.
He lay face down in the sand,
And his blood...And the crowed cheered.
Now, we both...are free.
deborah burch©
5/25/2012
Cherokee spirts riding in the clouds
Cherokee winds crying out loud ( Chorus )
The Cherokee spirits whispering from far away,
Calling, Calling, Calling through the winds,
Oh the longing message it sends.
Whispering ancestors bacon all family when life ends.
Cherokee spirts free, longin again to roam
Among the lands they once called home ( Chorus )
Winds sing banchee songs bellow in the night,
Of spirits calling of their long ago fright,
All souls now weakening with out fear, all who hear
lonely hearts those left behind, Rains of loved ones sheading tears.
Cherokee spirits roaming through the clouds
Looking for lost family among the crowds ( Chorus )
So if you hear at the end of your days,
becoming banchee winds calling your name
Though you never knew your ancestors,
yet unknowlingly always obeying Cherokee way
Cherokee spirits riding on the clouds
Calling through the winds riding over the crowds. (Chorus )
Then you may be....indian Cherokee family
Once so free that roamed this land endlessly
Cherokee spirits roaming still ever so free
Calling one last time all Cherokee family
By Linda Terrell
The murmur of hardships along the way
these words include and excludes the theyes" and"themes"
in conversation.Those spoken about as "They" or " Them"
to draw two closer together.
In Themes, those who are to celebrate the accomplishments of the show
from it's start until it's finish. The sorted definition, to speak the words
that they might have these things sound right.
that the numbers before them are fractions or parts
of a greater number.
Those in cause shall speak, they as they, and, them as them
and then, themes are act's that had been done as music.
The minds, have created, that the body might dance.
then he said to them, "Let the words celebrate the life of those who
has lived, that they might inspire
those who shall live to have life." And all beneath the sky shall see the day,
all beneath the sky shall see the night. Those who believe in those things as spirts shall speak Heaven as Utopia, and the sky as the earth.
And the Gods for the Celebration, shall
be the God's of this faith. These organisms posses a soul
the very essence of that makes them who they are, and who they were.
The mind, the body and the Soul !
Patrilinear
monotheistically monopolistic
CAPITALists
calculate potential endurance
of terrifyingly terrific human consumer time
Left for anxiously anticipating rhymes,
reasons for seasons long trusted truths
ego-coloring beauty
captured by
and yet beyond spiritual inspirations
rewarding
redeeming
competitively cooperative nurturing nature.
Matriarchal poly-enthusiastic multi-
bio-culturalists
also account for cumulative synergy
expanding territorial dictatorial time
Rewinding awesomely awful sacred rhymes
distrusting mistrusted false tongues
electing hooded lies
Disparately dispirited
desperate starving backward future
rhyming reason seasons
of nutritional communion
Not inviting
yet tolerating,
Not accepting
yet equilaterally esteeming
estimating patriarchal monopolistic economies
within brighter lights of polycultural value
No longer worth
resonant ecowomanist trust
empowering spiraling truths
of beauty duty,
health of wealthy safety,
Enlightening spirts
of empowering social nature
Empowering CAPITAL invested research
enlightening Earth's most heavenly design.
Hidden in weeds
heart vavle on squeeze
Watch me not bleed
Even if it cuts deep
Keeps you away from
My boredom pale bule face
Made you see, me
The unloveable me
On a big
screen
undressing this soul
A human floating above
Spirts weak
from night terror screams.
Dark heart beating weak
You stared right though my core.
As my reflection hides and retreats .
Shadows knows you will be bored .
Not fooling me.
Once you see all the stains
I dont succeed .
The odds that were against me.
The unloveable me.
No way you will feel the same
Once you finally see
Our
last kiss,
was from the night before
And nothing makes u miss me
Will it be my last
Don't make it yours
Unloveable me
Hidden in weeds
Smoke and more
When I was slowly drifting away
Into space.
saying no more
You left my hand
Sitting lonely
When you were on your own course,
I wanna land
In my forgotten land ,
Of the Unloveable me .
Thinking of the things we had
In a middle of sinkhole
As earth swallow,
us whole
Searching for another dark tower
that holds the key
You were the one to save me
I keep having the same dream..You and I together standing face to face the whole world around us.
As i stand and look at you My eyes can not deny the beauty which they see.
We move towards one another our spirts grasping at each others as if trying to pull us closer, faster they are entertwined long before I have you in my arms.
Our hands meet first palms flat facing each other they touch as a whole I can feel the softness of your skin the love in your touch I can feel everything as our fingers grasp to help lock us as one.
I can not look away from your face as we move closer, your lips are my island your eyes are my world, sweet paradise.
Our bodies are in tight embrace arms around each other we grasp behind each other necks one hand to pull us gently into each other.
I feel your lips before I touch them I feel the shared breath between us fill my lungs with you as you flow through my body.
Our lips touch like two beings seperated long ago they instantly become one.
As we kiss the world sways turns faster around us sending this message to all points to all who see this is real and all understand it..
Sweet as Christmas candy cane
She takes away my pain
Embellishes low spirts
Then she’ll crystallise the rain
With care, wraps up my anguish
Topped off with festive bow
Ensures there’s room within her inn
When I have no place to go
She jingles my bells when I’m going through hell
turns my tears into to snow flakes
With her jovial spell
Illuminates darkness with twinkling lights
embraces me warmly When Jack Frost bites
She’s a gift of the very highest degree
My Angel
My star
Adorning my tree
The most precious of baubles
Such a Yuletide time cracker
She can loose herself in this seasonal Chatter
She disperses my worries
and breaks them all down
They don’t seem so huge
As they fall to the ground
Like a magical snow globe
She shakes up my sadness
She’s my sparkling tinsel
and fills me with gladness
My dearest of friends who I treasure so deeply
Always thinking of others
and sings oh so sweetly
The tune of this heavenly holy night
Sprinkling hope as saint Nicholas takes his flight.