Grant me rest under your lissome stems
Let me hide from the raindrops — shiny globules
That drip with tropical hauteur,
Rain that harms the ribs with cold rebukes.
Welcome me within your greenish lair, from
Your cane roots to your starry leaves —I insist on visiting
In your prime, so fresh with dew and so green, like
The envy in the gritty eyes of singed composts,
When waving rays of the shifting sun
Bathe the narrow venues formed by adjoining stems
Up, up and up the stairs and dome of the jungle.
I pray to shoot up with you and befriend the skies.
Oh, such elevation!
Fill my gourd with green wine;
Make me drunk with the spewing colours of life.
My heart is open to receive light —from misty dawn to
Dusk crowned with your blessing.
Let it rain on, I pray.
My palms are spread out like your leaves — I borrow the
Innocence of your frondescence.
Carve me flutes from your nodes, and, from them
Raise the cadences for summons, to be accompanied by
Drums fashioned by hands greased by the gifts of
The forests. . . .
Raise the joy, the frenzy, the tone of the ceremony
Raise, raise . . . upheave them
To royal heights — such as yours.
He breezed in after a whirlwind tour of the local pubs.
Feeling muggy, he drifted up the stairs like a silent mist,
but was greeted with an isobar across the back of the head.
An icy stare froze him to the spot, followed by a maelstrom of words
that bounced off the walls, pounding him like giant hailstones.
Then fighting against a hurricane he slipped in a pool of hate
He glanced up to see her chest swelling, then with an avalanche
Of abuse she predicted a cold front coming in…
When dancing round your handbag on the dance floor was a thing.
When Bowie was major Tom and Elvis was king.
When your only worry was what to ware on a Friday night.
When your tops were midriff and your skirts were tight.
When you got home from the night club and fell through the door.
When you crawled up the stairs being sick on the floor.
When you climbed into bed still wearing your shoes.
The room spinning from too much booze.
Mascara running, lipstick smudged all over your face.
Hair full of sick. what a disgrace
Happy days indeed
I walked with my legs
straight into nightmares
never saw another person
coming up the stairs
- Come to get me like that
Breathed through my ankles
lived from a rucksack
slept in the tree house
and walked like a quack quack
- But don't you quote me on that
Take three steps at a time
never need no crutch
didn't want a brother
wasn't asking for much
- They'll never get me like that
I think it's time
and I wish it was time
to let me go home
so let me go home now
One day at a haunted house....
You'll never guess what I saw!!!
Well, it was a great big ghost...
Coming out of the wall!
The ghost just stared at me...
So I stared at it too..
And I thought..."This just couldn't be?!!"
Until that ghost yelled BOO!!
After it yelled BOO! at me!
I ran all the way up the stairs!
And guess what else...."I did see!"
Ghosts nearly everywhere!!
Then at me they came a flying!!
They kept on yelling BOO!!
and I almost felt like crying...
Until I yelled my BOO!!!!
After I yelled my BOO!!!!
You should've seen them run!
Now let me tell you!
I've never had so much fun!!
So then I left that old haunted house...
And went walking down the street..
When up to me came a little mouse...
And the mouse said..."Trick or Treat!"
So I asked the mouse, "What's with this Trick or Treat?"
"Just what the heck do you mean?"
Then the mouse said...."Give me something to eat!"
"Don't ya know Bubba it's Halloween!!"
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ Lauren Eden
inside the back door of our house our laughter rang out
as we sat chit-chatting around the kitchen table
playing board games or telling silly stories
upstairs at night we giggled in our bedroom
snacking on treats we had sneaked into our room
when dad would yell up the stairs at us to go to sleep
not able to quell youthful exuberance
for we had ties bound by a forever sisterhood
born by fate – I don't know
but molded nevertheless by our time together
secrets whispered in the dark
and heartaches assuaged sympathetically
fighting at a minimum
the place where today
though it be no more a building made of brick
is but a phone call away
Be sure to look out
on Halloween Night.
For around every corner
is a scare and a fright.
Something rustling
in the bushes.
Something quivering
in the trees.
Something flying
overhead.
Something floating
in the breeze.
Something howling
in the forest.
Something rapping
on your door.
Something calling
out your name.
Something walking
'cross the floor.
Something looking
through your window.
Something creeping
up the stairs.
Something tapping
on your shoulder.
It's a night of
frights and scares.
I walked in through the creaking door
Blood stains on the hardwood floor
I followed bloody footprints up the stairs
I knew that I had best beware
The house stood empty for twenty years
No one dared enter due to the fears
Of murderous incidents that occurred therein
It was dubbed in town the house of sin
I knew not who had done the deed
But my soul inside had this burning need
To search the house for evidence
The cold that passed through me made me wince
From atop the stairs, I looked down below
Poltergeists in life-form put on a show
The horror that took place was no longer a mystery
I saw my wife stabbing and killing me
I would lie if I say I didn't look.
Your eyes
Because I looked a couple of times, a third or fourth time.
Or even more.
Your hair
Sorry, I didn't meant to scare.
I haven't hold eye contact but when I quickly looked away and her look lingered, I looked back again without hesitation.
Your serious face
My behavior made me unsteady.
I was about to ask a couple who the girl was from the corner standing with the others.
Your laugh echoing the whole room
Just when she walked up the stairs,
was my fate already chosen?
One Minute sooner, would I have had the option to leave or look away.
You engaging, but still trying in a distance
To make my head Display?
Don't worry my voice that moment I couldn't reach it,
my feet could've walked but didn't since I didn't mean it.
I came late to say goodbye,
to even stand by.
but your sister is..
pre-
Just like you I guess.
I saw it the first time we met,
your face like a Spring day, youthful...fresh
a blossoming smile like new leaves unfurling
tasting the Spring air for the first time.
Your eyes as clear as two new born stars radiating
into my head like fork lightening, I knew then I
would spend the rest of my life with you.
Your personality emanating like Summer
it was like laying down in a field of Poppies
on a beautiful clear Summer day...carefree.
breathing new life into me.
Then as your illness got worse, it was like Autumn
slowly watching your leaves falling one by one, but
even at your worst, you never complained.
So thankfully you have no Winter
I remember carrying you up the stairs for the first time
you were in great pain... as i looked into your eyes
I could see it was Spring all over again...
you always notice black marks on the floor
checking, in case they scurried with evilness
but don’t look at me, no no no, I double-took
earlier and to be honest I’d rather carry the
village church up the stairs wearing flip flops
My mind invaided with overwhelming thoughts.
I don't care, I surrender my clean streak.
I climb up the stairs at a complete loss,
And retrieve the blade that I often seek.
It hovers inches above my scarred skin,
I bury it deep and drag it slowly.
The gut wrenched feeling subsides within
Not before my arm is red and bloody
In the days that follow I cover up in shame
Let someone see I will be outcasted
No matter what, the hurt remains the same,
But i prey on the relief thats short lasted.
As I see the crimson turn white and fade,
Once again it’s time to pick up my blade.
Turn around then:
As you walked up the stairs,
Which I want to walk up too,
I am glad to have such a self-ability,
To not let myself run away again or choose another way.
There are multiple stairs.
But I want to go this way.
You wouldn't just fall on me, or I don't know what you would say? You don't even look at me.
And if you did, I would pick you up with both arms but not ask if you are doing alright.
When you stumbled, I heavily flinched.
You never hit me,
But you hit me physically somehow.
Because anything you do or any touch
Feels like a threat.
Even though walking up the stairs had nothing to do with me.
When you suddenly stopped at the end of the stairs, I would never take the seconds to ask: "May I skip you?" like my past self would do.
When I skipped you,
And accidentally pushed your shoulder, which made you lose balance,
It felt somehow good.
But I didn't really care anyway so
Running up the stairs or look at you?
In the past it seemed harsh whenever I didn't smile at you,
now it seems too hard to smile at you.
Still, one thing stayed the same:
The way you looked at me, behaved or said towards me affected me.
I am not paying attention at all how you behave or look at me now.
But the words you speak, still, chokes me till I let my true feelings out.
In the past it would've been red cheeks.
Now it's tears dripping down my hand which holds my mouth.
Will I throw up?
As Lot and his wife
Left the city of Sodom
Where gnosis flourished
His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath
As the two lands burned
Hearing the children crying
Her heart made blood tears
It ripped from top to bottom
Hearing the calm call
Of gnosis singing with joy
Her soul remembered
She looked back with a quick glance
Before salty rain
Became rivers on her face
In an eye’s twinkling
She turned into a pillar
A pillar of salt
A tower of white rock salt
Through which her spirit
Climbed up the stairs of wisdom
All three thousand steps
And climbed above the heavens
And reached her first home
With all those spirits who rose
From the burning wrath
From Sodom and Gomorrah
Back below, her grave
Her grand pillar of our faith
Still stands as rock salt
To be used as seasoning
For the race of Seth
A seasoning of wisdom
To awaken all
By her noble sacrifice
Of love and gnosis
So that we all may join her
With all the angels
In the Pleroma’s banquet
Of dates and white grapes
As Philip the Apostle
Said to his students
“May our complete offering
Come with much sweet salt
For we name Sophia salt
Without her, no gift is sweet”
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