The house was a mansion
Empty, unfilled
On cemetery foundations
They decided to build
They say it was haunted
That ghosts were abound
Sometimes there was screeching
A sheer horrendous sound
All would steer clear
None would approach
Not even the people
That steal and poach
There were gossip and stories
And as legend goes
The dead were awakened
And wiggled their toes
No longer buried
Unearthed; exposed
In search of the living
To make known their woes

Time in its essence
Is fleeting; unkind
For those that are aging
Until they wither and die
Constantly moving
Each orbit, each path
Until the end of existence
It’s both science, and math
All time will end
But no time too soon
Perhaps some day
We’ll all live on the moon

She hid behind her flawless façade
I had hoped to catch a glimpse
Of her auburn hair and freckled cheeks
Pretty eyes and lips
When I had her in my sights
I told her she’d been missed
Then I held her hand in mine
And leaned in for a kiss
She reciprocated my advancement
And there was momentary bliss
Then I whispered in her ear
She’d granted my one wish

‪There’s grumbling down inside the earth‬
‪It can’t stomach or digest‬
‪The pollution that mankind’s created ‬
It ‪seems that humankind’s digressed‬
‪There’s plastic in the oceans‬
‪The ozone layer’s marred ‬
‪The forest’s been depleted ‬
‪The entire planet’s scarred‬
‪Just another piece of plastic
We can’t wait to discard‬
Warnings told, but nothing bold
Has been done by those in charge
Even though there’s global warming happening
In their own backyards

You’re mimicking like shadows
With every subtle move
Whether in daytime or at night
You can’t hide the truth
When every movement is a reflection
Of the connection to our youth
It amplifies temptations
And we eat the forbidden fruit

At first we headed west
But we weren’t that impressed
So we decided to go east
But we wound up in the streets
So we ended up down south
In a town I can’t pronounce
Standing in a field of shredded wheat

There’s fear in the unknown
Of a seething unwell mind
Where the darkest part of shadows
Go inevitably to die
The umbra goes unnoticed
When the stars refuse to shine
Because the thoughts of unwell people
Cannot be considered crime