Tonight all the spirits come out and dance
Tonight all the beasts jump around and prance
Tonight we join that ancient Celtic trance
From Japan to America to Johannesburg to France

The spirits and fairies walk the earth tonight
As we watch and tell stories to induce fright
As werewolves and zombies come out into the light
And all of the witches shall do as they might

So happy Hallows eve, wherever you are
Be it in a haunted hedge or a ship in the stars
From the days of the first druids to those of flying cars
Let us all, human or not, come out to laugh, sing, and roar

It is my reminiscence.
The virtue of loneliness
occurs at midnight.

Dare to ask the silence.
It will tell you
exactly who you are.

The midnight I yearn for love
Of purpose I lost
Of reasons wanting to be found.

Midnight's a sin of time
Your epiphany
Your slap of reality

It is sadness.
And the greatest anxiety
is your true self.

A Poet's heart
Is secure
From thieves

she's not that type of girl that gets your attention..
she's not that type of girl, that you'd like to ask questions..

she's that mysterious type
not even getting your hype

she's like a puzzle
that you'll just leave

because it makes you mad
that you can't complete..

She tastes like
a hot
chocolate
On a cold
Winters day.


She smells like
Freshly washed
Bedsheets
On a chilly
spring day.

She sounds like
The rain on
The window
On a rainy
summers day.

She feels like
The wind in
Your hair
On a windy
Autumn day.