Lovely elves and charming witches
Wizards with great power
Sorcerers and dragons
I've read of these for hours.

Woodland imps and fairies
Their faces may seem pure
But these creatures are spirits
And they are meant to lure

Spirit guides and shamans
Fetishes and feathers
Burning sage and totums
Beating drums together

Werewolves and vampires
Voodoo dolls with porcelain faces
These creatures are monsters!
They have no redeeming graces!

HALLOWEEN IS WICKED!
Yet it is for SALE!
Kids dressed up as GOULIES
And DEVILS WITH A TAIL!

SATAN ISN'T BEAUTIFUL!
The devil  isn't CUTE!
HE'S HERE TO DESTROY US!
Yet we dress KIDS in his SUIT!

Yes, they are romanticized
The source of tons of ink
I've even written of them
A fact from which I shrink!

I repent of doing this
And as popular as they are
I will now delete them
I will no longer share.

I will not praise this "beauty"
Or perpetrate a lie
I've had some trouble reading
Now I know the reason why

These deceptions grieve The Spirit
My holy heart. My SOURCE.
These ideas are of evil
I will not endorse.

I could have done so quietly
Never made a show
But you need to read this
You really need to know!

I may seem a fool for writing this
You won't like this share
But if I'm now unpopular
I DON'T REALLY CARE.

And, Christians, be ye HOLY!
Think on something nice!
Think on God the Father

And The Lord Jesus Christ!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/27/2016

Irrational is the rule love goes by
The heart takes over
And your thoughts wander
That special one's absence you cannot abide

Stolen moments
Secret smiles
Meetings in secret
Kisses stolen

In comfortable silence we sit
Just knowing that we're alive in each other's arms
Content in the moment
Wishing for time to be frozen

Hand on your face
Lips locked in embrace
Cool ocean breeze setting the scene
We threw caution to the wind

Now the sun has come up
And it's time for the difficult goodbye
Our lips part with a promise unspoken
Waiting for the next stolen moment

I will always be
And even the stars I am made from
Have become black holes
Fuming with all the light they have devoured
I will always be
And my devolution to a lower species
A primal instinctual beast
That pities passion and hates what's beautiful
I will always be
A hurricane that never meets the land
A bitter force of nature
Who dies alone in some northern sea
I will always be
A bubbling stewing volcano
A ticking time bomb
Just waiting for the right time that never comes
I will always be
Beat down

And I can't explain.

The Fly flies
Here and there
Seeing through the prism
of a thousand eyes
Trying to put it all together
He's thinking he's immortal
He's eating ****
and calling it honey.

He's lingering above the magic funnel,
His companions,
well, they're calling him,
beckoning him
to the feast that never ends

Freedom
or
gluttony

What a flip
What a Fly's dilemma

He's sure he's found eden

Wouldn't you dive
right on in?

He would have made it out again
If it hadn't
been
for that
"One more little wafer".

Now the fly trap
has been rolled up
heading for the dump

He'll still be buzzing
for a while
unlike us
his fate he does not know
Like any fly soul
he keeps telling himself
he must be immortal.

He came to me
A shining man
Metallic swords
And endless chance

Paddling white horse
A silhouette in the beating sun
Golden rays brushing his shining sleeves
A dream unable to he undone

He offered his hand,
And off we danced
Twirling in the setting sunlight
Dipping and leading into the nights ascent

Under the sweet navy sky
Freckled with quivering white stars
In between the dark shadow trees
I fell in love, so hard and so high

Follows a morning sun
A valley of color and life
Noise, and time and sense resume
The perfect lovers day

But looking over
On the sweet sweet grass
He is not lying at the end of my love
He is walking to his mule

Wearing tattered clothing
His sword a gnarled rotting stick
Anything but shine
Anything but charm

"You are not my Prince"
I say to him
"I never said I was"