it loomed like a ghost in the falling day.

an hour past the town on the way
the old man's eyes bore surprise

i wouldn't advise it, sir, not wise
waking them up is no sport

they who're sleeping in the dead men's fort.

All along i've been a phasmophobic
they ceased never to rule my head
lurking in nooks and under my bed.

it sounds nice to talk about spirits and souls
but at nights when hollows of burning coals
mistily appear and not in a dream
choke me out of scream
to that terror i fall an abject slave.

but my companion on that dusk was brave
looking at those eerily towering spires
he said let's try meeting a few vampires.

there was no door opening with a creak
but inside was a musty dark hole
where daylight made a quick retreat
as if to let the dead peacefully stroll.

we climbed up stairs strewn with dry leaves
amid sensing a storm brewing on the wing
for the awakened dead in anger seethes
to have their rest broken by the living.

soon swept us a gale of the squeaking dead
driving us out of that well occupied well
surely startled by the intruders' raid
the winged vampires were fleeing like hell.

Love War                
craving gore                    I see no red
turning once
beloved hope,                      
companionship,                          cast
warm loyalty,                            upon
against strangers
false hatred
created by                              my well
stolen bravery               gloved hand
filling the hungry
void of cowardice
who cares right?                       forget
why fight                                      it all
boredom surely
blood lust
All Just                   for a dollar's sake

He knows no truth he who never lied
For how can he know what's lie or truth?
He who never died has never lived
For he who has lived has died
He knows not real joy if he never cried
For after the tears comes the reality of joy
Expect them who broke rules to abide
For unlike the meek,have nothing to hide
Those who have won will win again
For they know the reality of glory
While failures will fail again and again
'Cause they are already used to the story
Yes, fools they say never learn
Why?Wise men of today never teach
You don't play with fire you'll not burn
But we get to know by the boundaries we breach
Who know spectate,who don't are on pitch
Sometimes, hard to tell Bull from the *****
People learn the rules to know the cracks
And those are the point they hit to break them
Not guilty these days doesn't mean innocent
The boundaries of law can be stretched and bent
If you have to embezzle, take billions
Otherwise steal chicken and you'll be fed to lions

A New York City state of mind
   stagnating a pretty face,
one in a crowd of thousands

  had big billboard dreams
    dressed to the nines
        in expectation's
              high class perfection

   barefaced realizations'
        disrobed an illusion - -

                          *'neath harsh spotlights of reality

This is not meant to offend
No one has to respond

This is my silent wish

I have a -
DAD
BROTHER
FRIEND
UNCLE
SON

This is my platform
to tell the Universe

ALL LIVES MATTER

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O pen!
So much mightier than sword!
Hone me as iron sharpens iron!
I ask of thee three things...

O pen!
Open minds!
Let folk see that not all Christians
are... evil, wicked, money grubbing
hypocritical, hateful idiots!

I am not. Christ could not abide
hypocrisy. And taught LOVE
My greatest aspiration
Is to be like Him.

O pen!
Open doors! He is knocking.
Even haters need LOVE.
NOT THAT ALL OF YOU HATE.
But there is one who does.

O pen!
Open HEARTS!
You know what I mean.
Please. Let Him in. He's been writing.

THROUGH ME. And many other people on this site.
Give Him a chance.

HE LOVED ME ENOUGH
TO DIE FOR ME.

Because He loved me first

He loves you the same.

The one who PRAYS only for PRAISE
will never RAISE to see the RAYS
just a ROLE to help you ROLL
falling in the WHOLE ****** HOLE

you will WAIT to feel the WEIGHT
a slow GAIT toward the GATE
you say No to what you say you KNOW
then it's "OH no you still OWE"