Where human life
Celebrates
And nature takes on death
This day
Halloween

*****
Is my goth name
As that
I am stress and pain relief
If dealt with properly
If not I
Cause stress and pain
Be ware

Love is the
One of the worse
Tortures
As it is sweet
And you don't feel the
Pain until it crushes
You to death

I am afriad
Of what awaits
Me
Behind my
Eyelids
As a fall
Asleep
Be it friend or foe

I am going
To be s punk
Until my heart
Stops

I am going to
Be a goth
Until
My heart
Stops

I am going
To be a muslim
Until the very
Moment
My heart stops

Since my mothers
Little stunt
I feel
That my
Hometown of
Almonte
Is feel with evil clowns
And demons
We all
Foat down
Said one of the clowns
******* fun house

Adam
Abraham
Issac
Jesus
And
Muhammad
These are the children
Of the light
The real light workers
Whom done nothing
But good
In the world
And i am also a child
Of the light

Bully I can see you seeming
As you know I have
PTSD
You act a fool,
I will teach you a stunt
I will try stunt
As I glitter

I don’t know
Why I listen to *******
Rap
When I am sad
Or stressed
But alas I do
***??!!

At dusk near
Sunset and night fall
I see I farmers Field
Look barren as the talklamakan desert
In the middle of autumn
I think of my ancestors
From east Turkestan

As the
Supper moon
Shines through one of prohodna
Eyes
Into the cave
The shamaness
Does her ritual
According to the
Moons closeness,

When I cry my self
To sleep because of grief
Over Faisal
My beloved
I hear it raining
Hard
Allah is crying along with me
Over a life cute short

Ma salaam a habibi
As I hope that
Allah can believe you
More then mortal me
Or my mortal
Ma salaama habibi
I wished
That our love became
A reality

Good by my love
Fate is cruel

I know I have found
My soul mate
Through Faisal
Because we
Had many a thing in common
Other than Islam
Though that is what
Made our love
Grow

What is an empath
I person who neurologically
Feels emotions of other people
You cannot hide from them
As I am one
I have felt the emotions
Of myself
And another
Since I could cognitively remember

My spiritual abilities
My knowledge
Of religion
Bible or Quran
Where handed down to
Me via blood
Via DNA

They started when I was
Four years of age
And that was when I realized my soul
The very essence of my mind
Had a passport
As well
My spirit age 4000
My mortal age
31

As i sleep
I am on the cloud
Above the desert
As i read til midnight
The moon lights up my
Book
And not sprays
Mist to cool me off

I find
That dreams
Are your ******* meter
To measure your
Stress levels
The wieder the dream
And
The more stress you have in your
Life
Don't worry
As it meNs your alive
The same as pain

On cloud above
The desert
I rest and read a book
As the moon
Gently rains on
Me a mist
To cool me down

I have been around the world
Not just in this
Life
But......
In past lives
The places my parents went to
Or live in
I have been there
Thousands of thousands of
Years in reincarnation

Never past judgement
On a person's
Dreams and goals in life
All are valid
If they involve
Knowledge
Not pleasure

Laughter is the
Languages
Of the soul
Dreams are junk
Food for the mind
Delicious
Nightmares
Are like a meat
Or protein shake
Taste bad
But won't **** you
Just makes your soul stronger

My mind is
Like that of a beef
Stew
With a dumpling
There is the good
There is the ugly
And the bad
All mixed in
To create the flavors
Of my mind

In my day dreams
I believe I am
In paradise
Or better yet
Japan
When the cherry blossoms
Are full blast
With beauty
And i sm wearingba beautiful kimono
With a dangerous
Samurai sword

Have you ever
Had a psychedelic
Dream that
Seems so real
And yet like a ghibli
Anime
If you have
Please tell me
As this happens every night
I am princess mononoke
On the best of nights

The city of dreams
Not talking about
NYC
Or
LA
But the very mind that rests
Between your ears

As i lay in a cold sweat
Cold from
A nightmare
I feel dread
And fear
I try to
Tell myself its a
Pile of dog ****
Not real
But
I feel it was very real
As a bolt from my bedroom

Every time
I have a
Nightmare
At the odd
Time
I see the white flash
Or the angel
Gabriel
Indicating thats its
A prophetic dream
Not just a nightmare

Ahhh the witching
Hour
The time when things
Are possible
But know in a good way
As you can see
Or be possessed
By demons
I wake up at this very
Hour
Every night
From nightmares
Of the PTSD  variety
Nothing more

In a broken doll
After my friend
Called me a racist slur
I see the hole
In the dolls chest
And see
The void
Pure blackness
Like that of a black hole
Full of nothing but hate
That void haunts
Me to this day

The eyes in
The forest trail
Can be either
Joy
Or a painful experience
My advice
Is to avoid looking
Into its pupil
As that is the void
Nothingness

As i write
In my room
In the dark
I hear an beautiful
Sad
And haunting
Song
I try to figure
Out where its coming
From by my iPad and phones
Are charging
This is the work
Of a ghostly
Siren

The eye is
The window to the soul
The eyes
Determine
Who you are
And where you go
In the here after
Looking the forest
Your see an eye pop
Out
And depending
On what you saw
And did
Its they gateway to
Hell
Ot heaven

There was a woman
Named shawna
Who preached fornication
Over knowledge
She went for a walk
In a spooky forest
And then an eye popped out
She walks through the eye
And finds herself in hell
As that was the eye of god

Seven heavens
Says  the quran
But two gory
Hell says buddha
Which has the most compassion
The one with 7 paradises  or the one with two horrific hells
Where blood smells like
Sugar
I know that I smell the hells
Every night
For some odd reason
But know I am heaven bound
As i walk the line

The realm exists different
For people
One man's insanity
Is another's reality
Another man's hell
Is anothers paradise
One mana imagination
Is anothers illness
This is what the realm
Is like to two different people

Dear Islamah
Who was to be
My daughter
But will be a figment
Of my mind
I will always love you
Your father would have loved you
But your in the same realm
As him
I will never hold you in my arms
But only in my dreams


Elena Mustafa

I'd wish that
Faisal would
wake up
From his deep
Slumber
And come back
To me
But he only visits
Me in the dreams
Will he come back
From the land of the dead

As the witching haour
Approaches
I hear the
Voice
Of my form beloved
Saudi
Prince
Who ended his life
Because of my actions
These loving voices wake
Me from the deepest sleep
Making me alert as a dog

As i drive
By thin
Twisted
And narled
Trees
I dont not
See trees
But demonic
Versions of the
Human rib cage

I hear his
Loving accented
Voice say
Elena Mustafa
Please come back to
Me
Forget that I did anything immoral
Its says
Come back to me
Then
I recognize
The disembodied voice
As my beloved faisal
Who is pleading
From beyond the grave
My heart aches
For him

As the ghost
Forests and
Materializes
In the forest
It will open
A portal
To the another realm
**** your electronics
And maybe even you
As it dances its horrible
And creepy dance

As the leaves
And the vail
Thin
Into
Saoween
Not only does every
Thing does
But
The universe acts like social media
Where you can look up
Any spirit
And channel
Their energies
But it is also time
For demons to
Attack the goodness
Try to possess you

As i swing
On my swing set
In the night
Before bed
I see a white fog
Come from our forest
The fog then rolls in to
A shape of a lab dog
The dog that was long
Dead for years

Dreams tell
Another about
A persons past
For example my father
Was according to a dream
Was a mad scientist
Who cheated on his wife with his subjects
How the horrors the dreams can reavel
About other people
Or yourself

Dancing in the forests
Ghosts
From beyond the grave
Screaming as the dance
See and hear them you
Die
For these are banchies
That dance
And scream
In the forest
Despite the time of day

One night
I spoke out of bed
To clear my head
Something is ill advised to anyone
Under 14
Should do
From the night mares
As i walk i hear
Crying loud moans
I look into my
Bahai/muslim neighbor
Torture her children
To death because they
Choose peace instead of jihad
From then on I saw them
Playing in the street
In the middle of the night
White as the ghosts
They are
As if pleading to me
To help their story
Well here it is

Thunderstorms
How i hated them
As a child
As each and every time i was left in the darkness
Where i saw both
Ghost demons
And other
Evil things
To scare and scar a
Kid for life

Another place
And muslim can attest to
Is that darkness
Also dwells with in
The *** bottle
Opening the dark parts of
The mind