He steps into moonlight, strings ablaze,
A spell-bound master in a midnight haze.
Notes crack like lightning, dark flames rise,
Echoes twisting through spectral skies.
From covens deep and forests old,
He forged a sound both fierce and bold.
A serpent’s hiss, a banshee’s wail,
His fingers dance—an eerie tale.
The runes he carved upon the fret,
Summon storms not soon forget.
A single chord—a whispered curse,
Reality bends, the heavens burst.
Shadows coil around his hands,
Summoned forth from haunted lands.
Specters hum, the witches chant,
A melody none dare recant.
Blackened sparks upon the strings,
Woven spells in trembling things.
A tremolo dark, a sorcery wild,
A lullaby sung by the moon’s lost child.
Thunder answers every shred,
Winds obey the notes he bled.
A final wail—a spectral end,
And silence bows to music’s bend.
Thats what we are seeing.' Its going to take rank and file
Disclosure..Or maybe a recording to be found in a boot
Sale i'd hazzard' to get (a grain of fresh disclosure) from
The locked up case? Of the island predator.' Strange how
Much time this luggage has done already? Will there be a
Liable case about the case? Is it a case of its a trunk in the
Drunk tank? Sorta misplaced?? I bet some heads of states
Are sleeping a little easier.? All over the world and in stardom there heve been so few.' Movies on this.! Maybe
A feature will pop up.? Some one might screen it on a
City wall? In a very busy time ( thats the only way i''d say )
Out from the ' sound of silence?'
Fireflies are the sun's cremains
as it sinks beneath a bed of sunflowers,
your intimate shadow dissolving
in the mosaic of patterned disks,
lifted away -in shreds- by the wind.
Just as importantly, my legs have turned to mush.
I might notify an emergency before the crash.
I told my wife I was upset; she said, "You become old."
You're acting alike a usual mother with a cold.
Written: November 16, 2021
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Why I Will Always Be Alone
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Catnip and claws are
A lethal combination.
Shredding carpets and
converting furniture to
Your own private garbage dump.
Shred Then Spread
First must shred the bed,
Then on it clean linen spread,
Like my wife had said.
(Unless for years has been dead.)
Jim Horn
•˜ Shred ˜•
To you I gave my heart
No matter how dark your tale
Always I remained for you
Nothing did I hold back
Forever would I have been true
Exactly why you did what you did
Never will I know
Never will I forget
You have shredded my heart
But I know now ‘twas not to be
So, now I look for strength within
Gradually, I know I’ll overcome
Because my heart deserves better
And one day, better I shall have
My mind and heart tells me true
It won’t be too long
I’ll forget about you
© Tim Hoffman
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Shred of Truth
If you were me instead
And a life of sin had led
You took one more swig
Then an idiot became big
Of truth did not find a shred.
Jim Ho Ho Horn
A shred of hope.
Zeus gave her epithimis.
She was the first woman and she had a box that she could not open,
but one day she could not keep up and opened the lid.
All the world's disease was spread over the earth, illness, old age, suffering.
Pandora got scared and closed the lid, Fortunately.
Because the box was not empty, a valuable thing left in the bottom.
Hope.
That's why people, even when they are exposed to a lot of suffering,
always left a shred of hope.
Do not lose it. Not as long as you live.