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Coven

Coven

Dancing in the dead of night,
Howling at the moon,
Calling to Beelzebub,
Hoping he'll be there soon.

Waiting for the ignoble Beast
To come with his hounds of Hell;
Preparing for him a virgin feast,
Awaiting the sound of Satan's bell.

Spinning into a frenzied state,
Sweating blood before the dawn,
Each one offering to be his mate;
The crucible of the Devil's spawn.

But soon the sun begins to rise,
And no appearance has he made;
They wipe the tears from out their eyes,
And with sorrow leave the sheltered glade.

To spend the lonely hours of day
Quietly pursuing their daily chore,
Keeping the hellish hounds at bay
'Till they return to the glade once more.

To once again repeat the rite,
And call forth the Creature foul;
Twirling through the dark of night,
Bemoaning their fate, to the moon they howl.

But he does not come, this accursed slime,
To take to bed his earthly wench;
They merely spend this wasted time
Letting their minds rot in the stench.

The blessed sun will rise anew,
And their efforts will have been in vain--
But somewhere in a church's pew,
A crippled man will walk again.

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Getting Old

Getting Old


Getting old sucks, and it's plain to see
Mother Nature's having fun tormenting me.

Sitting in a chair enjoying a snack,
I start to get up, and there goes my back.

Sitting on my porch, watching the world go by,
Next thing I know, my blood pressure's high.

As a young man I could eat anything, ah but alas,
Now no matter what I eat I end up with gas.

And doing "the deed" thrice a night was great fun;
But now I'm lucky if it turns out to be one.

In my youth I had a head full of hair,
Now, at my age, my head's almost bare.

I used to love to walk in the rain,
But now, when it's damp I get arthritic pain.

As a lad I could attract any lass in a skirt,
But now, if I try, I'm called a pervert.

As a lad my memory was as bright as a flame,
But now I have trouble remembering my name.

My eyesight, of course, is dwindling as well,
I look in a mirror, and who's there I can't tell.

I have a phone I can use to call all my friends,
But I can't remember their names, it just never ends.

I didn't care about bumps and scrapes as a kid,
But now the old body doesn't heal like it did.

Scrapes seem to take forever to heal,
And aches and pains seem to be all that I feel.

Well, as I said at the start, it's not fun getting old,
But considering the alternative, life's more precious than gold.

So bring on the aches and the pains and the chills,
The memory loss, the reliance on pills;

I may not be as spry as I once was,
And I may need to take the occasional pause;

But by God I'll continue as long as I can, 
And in the end I can die a decrepit old man.

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Friends

Friends

My friends, you are rays of sunshine,
You can brighten my darkest day;
You give me words of wisdom
To guide me when I stray.

You come in all shapes and sizes,
Each one of you distinct;
And though the miles divide us,
Your hearts and mine are linked.

I know you will always be there,
Mo matter when I call;
You'll celebrate my achievements,
You'll catch me when I fall.

You'll be a shoulder to cry on
If I need to shed a tear;
You'll help me find my courage
If I need to conquer fear.

And if there ever comes a time
When I have to stand my ground,
My friends, I know you'll join my fight
'Till victory is found.

To you, my friends, I thank you;
I'm blessed to have you there;
To know you wish the best for me,
To know how much you care.

You give my life its substance;
Without you I'd be a shell;
And so I thank you from my heart;
I love you all, and I wish you well.

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A Son's Lament

A Son's Lament

When I was young you were there for me,
Whenever the times I needed you to be;
But slowly and surely as I grew
It seemed the less I needed you.

I would think I knew best, and ignore your rule; 
There were many a time I thought you a fool;
Then the day came, I went out on my own,
Your gray hair just told me how old you had grown.

Day by day the years have gone by, 
With kids of my own, how the time does fly.
But whenever they need me they know I'm there;
They know how I love them, they know how I care;

And sitting here now , watching them play,
There are so many things I wish I could say;
But the time for words isn't here anymore,
Never again will you walk through my door.

I was young, and foolish, and I didn't care
That your love was with me, that you were there;
Pride got in my way when you were around,
I refused to show emotion, I stood my ground. 

Now, just a few pictures and a memory or two
Are all I have left to remind me of you.
I regret in my soul That I didn't do
Enough to show my love for you.

Now you're gone, you'll not return,
And the emptiness in my heart will forever burn;
I never really appreciated what I had,
And all I can say is: I miss you Dad.

God, do I miss you.

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The Eyes of Sadness

The Eyes of Sadness

Have you ever seen the eyes of sadness,
And felt them stab your brain?
They fill your soul with loneliness,
And agony, and pain.

I saw those eyes some time ago,
And their memory haunts me still;
I can't forget their emptiness,
And I guess I never will.

They make you wonder how they came
To be in that empty shell
Of that man who once had a spark of life,
But now who lives in Hell.

I wanted to ask what it had been
That brought him to this way,
But I held back my words, and prayed that he
Would see a better day.

Perhaps it had been the loss of health;
But alas, he was in appearance fit;
Perhaps it had been his money he'd lost,
But no, that just couldn't be it.

What type of loss can strip a man
Of all that he holds dear;
That steals the pride that once was his,
And replaces it with fear?

And then it hit me, I knew at once
What all that sadness had cost;
It just could not have been anything else,
The love of his life he'd lost.

A man can bear most anything,
And still some happiness find;
But when he loses  the love of his life,
He also loses his mind.

He no longer has a will to live,
He is filled with unbearable grief,
And he prays each day as a new dawn breaks
That the rest of his life will be brief.

I knew those eyes, those sad, sad eyes,
That long, from this world, to be free.
They torment my soul each and every day,
For they're there in the mirror, looking at me.

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Choose

Choose

I dreamt I found the gates to heaven
The day before I died;
But the guardian said "Go away,
There's no room for you inside."

So I turned and slowly started to walk,
How far I cannot tell;
But very soon I found myself
Facing the gates of hell.

There was no fire, there was no cold,
Just the stench of stagnant air;
Then a voice beside me said "Step inside,
There's room for you in there."

But then I awoke, and in my mind
It all became very clear;
We each choose to live in heaven or hell,
And we make that choice right here.

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The Touch

The Touch

Today our world is full of strife,
Violent crime, and loss of life,
Poverty and pestilence;
It doesn't seem to make much sense.

Atheists,I've heard it said,
All declare that God is dead;
He can't be in the world today,
A world like this is not His way.

But that is just the word of Man,
We can't know God's eternal plan;
Look around, there is still good:
The singing birds, the towering Wood.

But if you need to know that God is here,
Then hold a child, and dry his tear;
Make him laugh, and love him much,
Take his hand...and feel God's touch.