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There’s an old, abandoned pet cemetery hidden near the woods
At the end of desolate dirt road far away from neighborhoods
It’s rumored to have a haunted grave, where apparitions appear at night
Among the many old ghostly statues that during the day is a peaceful sight
Eerie cries at night and groaning sounds are rumored to be heard
Many believe it’s spirits of pet’s grief-stricken owners being stirred
On nights with a full moon, gossamer glows on stones under the moonlight
As sounds of barking, crying and meowing can evoke feelings of fright
There’s a beautiful old worn rod iron gate that surrounds the cemetery grounds
It’s kept locked and weeds have grown up over it as it remains closedown
Many see it as a godforsaken haunted and now forgotten lonely place
With painful memories of departed pets that cast an eerie light on the space
At night the gate is guarded with dog spirits of a Doberman and a Greyhound
And many have tried to capture the spirits on camera, but never to be found
I sat there for what seemed an eternity.
I lost myself in an ocean of orange and red.
How poignant, Staring off into the remnants of
yesterday. how beautiful to recall a sun that slowly
gives its life so that others may live. How inconsiderate
a solitary tear to acknowledge a sacrifice. A subtle shiver
as the shedding of my skin. The night draws near. I can
feel the cold winds of tomorrow as they began the cycle.
they ingulf me like vultures their circles dispelling any
rummers of warmth that might have lingered into the night.
My shadow longing my Id begging for totality through a proximity
of its soul. My vision turns grey then black no colors of the Spectrum
to be found. My life running in ribbons of silk marooned across the ground,
as my heart searches for blood in its emptying rivers of dying flesh.
She will find no resolve here, and still her search must continue, as
I journey into the underworld to a lonesome beat.
Another conversation within myself.
Another riddle within the spectrum of possibility.
Wouldn't it be wise to search for someone in this
moment of desperation?
Fighting to wipe away these tears that wont keep.
Standing in the rains of despair.
The machine becomes obsolete.
How to find clarity?
Diluted fantasies?
I know somewhere my questions
cease transcending the mark that keeps them guessing.
A fallible facsimile that I'm doomed to repeat.
I only need speak it into existence,
with words that clip dirty wings.
So now no one walks alone.
Avoiding the idea that there is no escape.
Such a desperate moment. Actually, it's beautiful
in the way that I remember her smile.
Desperate when I recall the tears that ran down her face.
My head tilted to the side, trying to make sense of it all.
Trying not to feel at blame, while simultaneously trying to feel it all.
this moment cannot define me, us. I can only wade in this
pool of raw emotion for so long.
Trying to find the pain from scars that have long been healed.
Such an ironic perfection. A momentary lapse of judgement as I let myself slip
under the waterline
they came to steal our thoughts
consciousness an ocean realm
where drops drip into us in dream and day
and they such thirst and drink do they
an empty vessel will we become
upon their syphoning, drained and gone
harvested, thy human fruit
of beautiful light, wilted, shrivelled
of profound loot, now bodied us
a living dead, left they who stole our thoughts
One day I decided to go on
A vacation with
Family and friends
We stayed at an Airbnb
With the perfect water
Front view, I step out to
Get a closer look
And take pictures of the
Beautiful view with
My phone, when it slipped
Out of my hands and fell in
The water, a few minutes later
It was tossed back onto the deck
I stood there surprised and puzzled
I picked up my phone and looked over
Into the water, a head suddenly popped up
It was a man’s face smiling at me
I stood there in disbelief
And said to myself why would
A man be floating in the water
Suddenly, he flips his tail up and
I realized it was a Merman
I screamed out loud and my family
Rushed to my aid, and saw the
The Merman as he swims away
Quickly! We were so scared
That we never spoke a word
About it
I was walking on a long path,
and found an old farmhouse;
with a garden decayed,
and a voice whispered come !
Oh, that voice was creepy;
but, I was in a trance.
I stepped onto a broken porch,
the door made a harsh moan;
and the inside was dim,
I tried to make out shapes.
Rocking chair, piano;
but, I was in a trance.
Then, I saw her in an old chair,
the fabric was tattered;
her dress a sickly white.
her face so very pale.
Yet, she was beautiful;
but, I was in a trance.
In the hush she said, oh Dear Heart,
I have been waiting child;
it is time that you come,
come I whispered, come where ?
No thank you, I am fine;
but, I was in a trance.
She got up and floated to me,
I will never forget;
those brittle cold bone hands,
caressing, touching me.
I let out a wild scream;
but, I was in a trance !
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you are allowed to bring two items with you
and then you’ll leave forever
we’ll be back, that’s all they said before they left
night was underway, things were always underway
nothing seemed to start or end
every time was in the middle
but this night was pretty
when I found myself already there
looking up at a lightshow sky
the outside, my only companion
when movement emerged between the points
of far off pinpricks and patterns
then colour began and shapes shorty after
as the swirls and spirals drew closer
I don’t know exactly when the blackness
changed fully to tessellates of neon-like blocks
but amidst my threatening tremble
one landed too closely
it was all a bit too beautiful and mouth-dropping
even after all this time, a part of me is expecting
them to return as promised
even though I’m awake now
but so vivid was that night
I often wonder what two items I should choose
just in case
Once again
my partner didn’t do their part
In science lab
I was alone again
But you took his place
You were smart
You were handsome
You got me the “A”
You walked me home
I never get out
But you convinced my mom
Somehow
The next day
You said you wouldn’t have me out late
So I was excited
I waved goodbye
Then later on
After a day at the park
We took a short cut
Then that’s when I thought
We were lost but no
You knew exactly where to go
Hitting me in the back of the head
Dragging me to the stream
Holding my head under water
Just to bring me up
Before my skull
began to bleed
Into my eyes
I stared at your perfect tan skin
Your brown eyes
I looked closely at the tattoo
On your neck
How those birds did fly
The beautiful hair on your head
As you dipped me back into the water
I thought about moms meatloaf
It was so damn dry
I thought about my brother, Mark
My dead beat dad
And the creak on my bedroom floor
I missed it all I suppose
Maybe this is the end for me
Who knows
As One Old, Aged Poet Scrolls His Best Verses Written
What of the night creature and its overgrown soul
Hiding away in corner of the room laughing blindly
Born in a pyramid where no master asks a damn toll
Yet the beautiful foreign princess spoke so very kindly
And the desert gave its nod and a night-wind fiercely blew
Stars floated above in a Heaven so truly smitten
With starry-eyed courageous hero that none knew
As one old, aged poet scrolls his best verses written
Watching the reddish moon swiftly spinning in the night sky
This ghastly ole night creature calls out so meekly my name
And I sit here on the sandy beach asking myself why
Does it think my passing ghostly image is out of frame?
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
""And the ocean spoke in a loud voice, sail on my waters, my friend""
Oct 21st 1975-- born from a dream that summer
On a bright beautiful day.
Spring Sun was shining
To take some gloom away
For darkness surely remained
In his eyes of a stray.
Neither saw love nor hate
Emptied dull orbs stared down
Didn't see any angered state
Two glances and she knew
Another will challenge her fate.
Like a pebble against black hole
Her eyes again looked up
To search pain as a whole
Saw a smile so blank and ugly
Hurriedly closed her window to soul.
A rude voice woke her up
Wrinkled face and crooked nose
Unconscious mind came to a stop
The old man was scolding so bad
Asked if she was even aware a drop.
The void was long gone
His anger was soothing lullaby
Inside those eyes like a grey stone
She saw anger and pain endured
Mesmerized by the life they shone.
One with a pair having nothing
Another pair with matured grey blur
As if in there a world comes to living
Even if a blackhole tries to devour
There will be eyes to hold onto something.
On a bright beautiful day.
Spring Sun was shining
To take some gloom away
For darkness surely remained
In his eyes of a stray.
Neither saw love nor hate
Emptied dull orbs stared down
Didn't see any angered state
Two glances and she knew
Another will challenge her fate.
Like a pebble against black hole
Her eyes again looked up
To search pain as a whole
Saw a smile so blank and ugly
Hurriedly closed her window to soul.
A rude voice woke her up
Wrinkled face and crooked nose
Unconscious mind came to a stop
The old man was scolding so bad
Asked if she was even aware a drop.
The void was long gone
His anger was soothing lullaby
Inside those eyes like a grey stone
She saw anger and pain endured
Mesmerized by the life they shone.
One with a pair having nothing
Another pair with matured grey blur
As if in there a world comes to living
Even if a blackhole tries to devour
There will be eyes to hold onto something.
Every night, I dream of meadows.
In this lonely meadow that is a beautiful, sunny abyss…
Opening my eyes to this dark, empty room.
Thrashing.
Until I can orient myself.
This is real, this is reality.
In the morning, I’m going to feel silly.
And maybe a bit embarrassed for some reason.
I’ll still be lonely, don’t get me wrong.
At least I can be in reality.
But in reality, I can die for real.
I am gripping the blankets.
I am dreaming, I am dreaming…
I am thinking of the meadow.
Panicking in the meadow.
A pretty meadow.
And the cycle continues.
L:ovely was her face,as she stared at me from afar,
A:n almost anguish color in her abstract stare,almost,
L:alisa was her name, beautiful and elegant, as she had told me,
I:always see her in my mind,in my dreams,like a remembrance, like a song,
S:he seems like a distant memory,but she was a milky dream,so pure,but foggy "who are you?" I always ask,but she only smiles,an eerie smile,
A:nd she always answers me with the same strange reply,a confusing reply,a reply I will never understand, "I am you".
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"Yes, get in the tourist bus; a funny ride is waiting
You will enjoy kissing the clouds - and rain slide is waiting."
Is my heart nothing for you? Say, if you love someone else?
To hear the truth from you, my heart - do not hide - is waiting.
Where are you? O my beloved! Got much involved in work
Have you e'er thought anxiously at home your bride is waiting?
Someone who shines in the stars | promised to be mine fore'er
Smiles at me and for me one on sky's that side is waiting
You have indulged human to suffer: wars, droughts, destruction
For being broken - by our hands - now your pride is waiting
She - a beautiful stranger - left saying, "We will meet soon.
Now I have to have a trip: my tourist guide is waiting."
What will be found in the room? The corpse of a young poet
Goodbye - for me mysterious suicide is waiting.
Night fall at times
Is a thing of beauty as you
Watch the beautiful stars
And the moon as they shine bright
Night fall can also be scary
When the sky get dark
And empty, because the moon
And the stars can’t be seen
Night fall brings out
Some horrible people and creatures
Who does terrible things
Sometimes darkness gives you
A cold feeling and really freaks
You out!