When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won--
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.

Blessed be the mother
Of the child who isn’t even hers
Blessed be the lovers
Who endure the hateful slurs

Blessed be the doctor
Whose services are given for free
Blessed be the teacher
That taught right by you and me

Blessed be the babe
Who sees not in terms of hate
Blessed be the man
That stops before it’s too late

Blessed be a world
In which there is hope
Blessed be the words
That you and I wrote.

Summer is
dancing leaves,
whispering breeze,
flowing creeks,

Summer is
endless skies,
clear nights,
flickering flames,

Summer is
sweet music,
campfire laughs,
warm friendship,

Summer is
long road trips,
western destinations,
adventures ahead,

Summer is
waking in the morning,
watching the sunrise,
loving until sun set.

Realizing one has ugly thoughts,
Is freeing and yet imprisoning.
Although one ultimately has control
Of one's brain,
The random, wicked idea
Somehow slips between
The cracks of sanity
And adds temptation to cruelty.

But the idea is choked on.
My throat closed around the air
Of the words to be spoke,
And I am mute with no emotion.
I am the ***** villain
Stealing your peaceful dreams at night
Creeping in alley's shadows.
My hands are the claws
Grasping at your children.

The crisp white linens
On the strand of innocence
Become soaked with my passing.
I am sully.
Unfit to be of your kin,
Forever marred
By the shame of my lazar-like thoughts
Sick with the tetter of the mind.

I can’t get to sleep at night for fear of what I see,
There is definitely something strange happening to me.
I see Demons in my bedroom dancing round my bed-
Devils on my inner lids poisoning my head.
Beelzebub is running riot driving me insane,
Demons just won’t let me rest-they’re causing grief and pain.

I’ve tried taking tablets; I’ve tried counting sheep
But nothing ever seems to work I still can’t get to sleep.
‘Cause there’s Demons in my bedroom, screaming and a prancing.
Every time I close my eyes I see the Devil dancing.

Weir wolfs howling all night through, Old Nick running riot.
Perhaps it is the food I eat, I’ll have to change my diet.
Sometimes I sneak to bed real late and try to be unheard
But in the cupboards they must wait, I know it sounds absurd.
As soon as I turn off the light and snuggle down to sleep
I get the most enormous fright when out they start to creep.

They just won’t keep from out my head-
Moonlight wakes the living dead.
Demons dance and weir wolf’s scream;
I know that it’s not just a dream,
‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at all
Sometimes it drives me up the wall.
I toss and turn and scream and shout,
The neighbours ask what it’s about.

But I’m afraid to ever say
They’ll think I’m mental straight away,
What normal person sees this sight?
When off to bed they go at night?
I don’t know, I can’t explain,
I know it’s driving me insane.
I’ll ask the vicar round for tea,
Then ask him if he’ll stay with me
To exorcise these hellish visions;
He’s sure to make the right decisions.
He shouldn’t ask or be judgemental
Even if he thinks I’m mental.
Surely there must be some hope,
If there’s not I just can’t cope.
I ask, could you sleep safe and sound
To know your bed has Demons round?
Answers truthfully, please don’t lie.
No You Couldn’t!  Nor can I.