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Girard Tournesol Oct 2018
Dancing with Her
     Shimmering ballroom light
Holding Her hand
     Hoping She thinks She might
Frankenstein’s Bride
     Hauntingly lilting sway
Eyes loving eyes
     Dancing the night away

Quick cold Her lips
     Pressing upon my own
Somewhere my love
     Years of my life have flown
Tomorrow’s song
     Echoing from the past
Dear life so long
     Living it to the last

Tomorrow’s song
     Resting in peace my love
Dancing no more
     Dreaming the undreamed of
Somewhere my love
     Into that long good night
Tomorrow’s song        
      . . .
Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, wars and loves and all that’s tragic.


A Father’s lust, an Uncle’s hate, a puzzling labyrinth, through the gate,

A Cretan born, another covered, a starry symbol, placed in the cupboard,

Special place, where heroes meet him, mindless creature, murderous ******,

South in winter, man below with a bull above, placed in the heavens by two father's love,

A strangeness here, the seat of trade, in forbidden tryst, a beast was made,

Man of blood, tortured soul, stalks the maze, that stalks the pole,

"Stranger still, this wild pattern, revolving Seventh, Circle of Saturn?"

Unholy corridors made of granites, trace out the movements of the planets!

Life of horror, a soul of pain, terrorizing, with no refrain,

Smells their fear, scents of sin, raging actions, threshing men;

“They call me Moloch! They call me Baal! Tear your body, festoon my hall!”

In trepidation, to gatekeeper sent, a ****** start, for your punishment;

“I collect the hearts, I eat the eyes, I eat the liver, before he dies!”

Olives, figs, dates and mastic, wyrd or oracles, fates and magic, life and death and all that’s tragic.
The Minotaur is the constellations of Orion with the "bull's head," or "bull at/as his head," -Taurus inside the, "labyrinth," created by drawing the lines of the celestial motions, planets and stars, inside a circle or spherical graph. The Bull is the Apis Sun God of Egypt and the Man is the Orion-Aryan symbol of the harvest in Sumer-Persia therefore Minos was the ruler who combined the two kingdoms into one. Most likely the second to do so since Narmer/****** was his father.

In Greek myth each myth contains three celestial items found in the heavens and they are combined in story as, "Heteroclitic," according to Plato meaning assigned by the author as the author sees fit to tell it. In short, the myth is put together by the teller in any way in which the storyteller wishes to convey it.
Troy Oct 2018
Genius has been thrown around
But it never hits the mark
Madness has a better sound
For the creative spark

My skills are artistic
And I paint in still life
My canvas is realistic
And my materials are rife

Ive been called a madman
For my creative eye
Would I be a bad man,
For letting my spirit fly?

My genius will be realized
With a contented sigh
My work forever immortalized
When I let the blood dry
JAKE BARRY Oct 2018
Down the road
a child walks,
to a home
his mother knocks.

A house so old,
tired and grey,
a wafting scent,
of decay.

A house with eyes
a house that hungers,
a place of nightmares,
horrid wonders.

With a push
his mother sends him,
into the dark,
dismal grim.

She leaves that place,
all alone,
a distant cry in the air fades
a distant moan slows.

The house has eaten
the house will dine,
on the rest,
in the waiting line.

On Halloween
these parents roam,
with naughty children
to this hungry,
haunted home,
to give bad children a lesson,
to be taught.
dedicated to the house on the other side of  the road.
jas Oct 2018
haunted ghosts roam around
in the dark of the night
you might get spooked if you see one in front of your eyes
don’t be scared for halloween only comes but once a night
the dead come alive
giving you chills down your spine
although, if caught by a witch
i suggest you run
she’ll put a spell on you just for fun
The Lenora Oct 2018
Bring me a dream
Of lavender and cream
As I fade away in
The childhood screams

I’ll take thee away
Where I too love to stay
Yet I chase my pleasure
To the end of my way

Follow me to a new world
Of tragic spells of magic
We haven’t any want
Rather a suspicious bond
Of hateful love for youth
written 2018 ©

by The Lenora.

All rights reserved.

{Inspired by Sarah from Hocus Pocus}
Marilina Oct 2018
Autumn
Sweaters Scarves
Drizzling Raining Pouring
Umbrellas Boots Witches Ghosts
Coming Creeping Scaring
Mysterious Ghastly
Halloween
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