All Souls Nite.....

All Souls Nite

I hear rustling and quicken my pace

thoughts of evil things quickly surface

Wind-like cold fingers brush against my face

as I walk near this fearful place

On this nite of souls departed

there are specters in dark woods and glades

the remaining light recedes and sight becomes dead

It leaves nothing but whispers that in darkness fade

I somehow sense the motion of passing souls

through the pines and woven vines

my footsteps quicken and my limbs turn cold

The visions of ghouls become vividly mine

as the winding lane is dark and forbidding

the surrounding woods are covered in clinging mist

and the nearby marshes hide fearful things

the woods edges contain lost souls that persist

in causing terror that slowly creeps up my back

and fleeting shadows vanish from sight

Hellish noises in mind are now a fact

becoming perceptions of my imagination tonight

the wafting odor of death on this nite late

chills the hapless fabric of my mind

and envelops me in probable vulgar fate

as wisdom falters and in fear I find

the dimensions unseen that cause fright

dimensions that become reality in death

So, If you sense that spectral breeze tonight

look the other way and take a deep breath...

WHOAMI......Revision #3

Whoami

Inside my humanity beneath blue sky

and while possessing desire for perpetuation

I frequently ponder, Who am I

as I seek my life's inclination

 I casually glance in the mirror

as only my surface is reflected

conveniently hiding my unsure interior

and wonder if my inner flaws are detected

I am not what I reflect

bathed in the color of the sky

I live in obscure sunsets

and I ask frequently, Who am I

I try to imagine the future

as within me resides a past

that hides memories nurtured 

 in a reality that will not last

I am a collection of cells made from stardust

gathered from stellar heights

present in me and all of us

and we collectively ask, Who am I

We are wanderers in time

able to feel and touch and love

but we are not the masters of our clime

while we seek to rise above
Our selfish earthly desires

 we need to know the reason why

 as beautiful children of star fire

we need to understand, Who am I.....

BARDOBS CURE...

Bardobs Cure

He possesses time that has passed

time that resides firmly in his grasp

He is surrounded by today's freshness

while living in past tenseness

The glory of years gone

remain colored by old visions strong

in the passions of scribbled powers

that live in dreams of ivory towers

All while restless phantoms roam along

dimly represented by skeletal form

strewn about the darkened streets

and stepped on with stumbling feet

He searches for bygone days now obsolete

in the afterglow of youths defeat

and in the blackness of the darkest night

still engages in lifes good fight

seeking immortality on times sweet train

As he prepares for extinction in vain

by quietly leaving footprints in literary sands

temporarily marking times relentless hand

History will embrace his pale form

as he slumbers there alone

eternally withdrawn and unafraid

of the times passed when he has failed

Incipient Decline

Under a warming golden sun

strolling in late Autumn

I notice river water flash

in its voyage on silver streams dash

that seeks the pebbly shores

of the blue sea, no less, no more

In the broken gleams of brightness

lighting my path in the forest

winds shake loose yellows and red

that cover earth like a blanket spread

in the distance past my sight

a colorful show steadily imparts

warmth into crisp cool air

that scatters lovely leaves here and there

Within this scenic subdued shade

vivid memories are made

The murmur of the lonely bee

makes me seek what I fail to see

along the trail in dappled shade

my senses eager to partake

to observe the fading sound heard

of that insect moving onward

Then, in the shadows of tall grass stirred

the flashing feathers of startled birds

join in the surrounding splendor

contained in this Autumns' vibrant power

The Zone....

THE ZONE

There's no likeness for this concept

that focuses the spirit in mindset

of found wisdom ready to accept 

this comfort zone without regret

'Tis beauty of structure without distraction

mind filled with poetic attraction

 space and time bound together

making reality taste somewhat bitter

Time vanishes into that outer darkness

full of curiosity and starkness

while chosen pleasures at the price of consent

give individual moments precious nourishment

and when confined in this enveloping space

dreams subdue purpose leaving no trace

on emotions drenched in savage desires

cloaked in repulsive habits and satire

with awareness of self, revoked temporarily

 the heart beats ever strongly

 chemicals fuel physical fires

inside the great crusader

Dream of various senseless notions

while surrendering to painful actions

and nurture time like a ray of light

that liberates space normally hidden from sight

'Tis under the lamppost of reality

where satisfaction is never easy

that time seems to belong out of place

where nothing exists and life leaves no trace

So, waste not hours in vain pursuit

of matters often in heated dispute

enter the zone of the sweet song

leading your life to that place where it belongs