They continued to play
Though the echoes remained
As a sign of what was to come
They blew us away
As we stood in dismay
Seeing where they had come from
A full on display
Of the trumpet and bass
In a place where blues can be found
The harmonica played
As we clap and gave praise
When the room shook, and so did the ground
As you came near
You could certainly hear
As the band grew increasingly loud
They played through the night
And into the day
Just to appease the large crowd

“I’m afraid of the dark,” she said
As I turned out the light
We’ll disappear, but have no fear
The future’s looking bright
The moon went down, the sun came up
And the light crept through the door
She woke from sleep
Began to weep
When her feet hit the floor
I asked her why it was she cried
And her answer to my surprise
Was that she believed her life was ending
Every time she closed her eyes
I said that sounds ridiculous
As a tear rolled down her cheek
Be strong, I said
And rest your head
And try to get some sleep

Wading in water
Calm without breeze
She swam with the fishes
While drowning her fleas
She now felt much better
Completely relieved
But her heart still went out
And so she grieved
She’s a lovable creature
Relaxed, feeling free
Wading in water
Surrounded by sea

I am told that I’m simpatico
Affable and carefree
Easy to get along with
At the center of my Chi
I only want acceptance
A hug or warm embrace
The camaraderie of laughter
While standing face to face
Bonding us together
My senses opened wide
Completely unrevealing, still
Of my darker side
The yin and yang of selfdom
Both negative and fine
Aged, until it’s reached perfection
Like a semi dry red wine

I asked myself
Is this girl the one?
She’s pale and thin
Must be from lack of sun
She worships me
But it’s all in fun
She lets me speak
Listens till I’m done
She cooks and cleans
And smiles as she does
She puts things back
Just the way it was
And I value that
Just because
Just because

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