It’s All Hallow’s Eve and there’s little sound,
Except for a few goblins dancing around,
An old witch creates another evil spell,
Summoning demons from down in Hell.

The old hag stirs her boiling stew,
Adds eye of a newt, and another shrew,
The cauldron bubbles over the roaring fire,
The smoke rising up, higher and higher.

A black cat watches and suddenly screams,
It’s enough to haunt anyone’s dreams,
The old woman smiles an evil grin,
Her wart covered face personifies sin.

Looking around the spooky room,
Perched in the corner is a wooden broom,
Later she’ll get on it, and will take flight,
As she rides off on All Hallow’s Night.

Somewhere another victim will await,
Helpless to control their coming fate,
Another body that will soon be cold,
Another life that will never grow old.

Just another night’s work for an evil crone,
It’s what you do when you’re bad to the bone,
For another year, she will take leave,
And be back again next All Hallow’s Eve.

11-01-14.

Your pictures,
Your notes and paintings,
Feel so alive,
As if,
You have sprinkled,
Colourful magic dust,
Chanting love spells,
Keeping me occupied,
While you're gone

I'm sorry about my shyness.
I want to accept your words  
Because I know they are the sweet blessings of love...  

So
Please...
Please don't stop
Please don't ever stop.
Because I've come so far
And you must have seen the
improvement
By the way I look in your eyes
When you're on top.

A traveler new in town,
Was walking down the street.
His eyes fell on a girl that passed;
One that he felt eyes should never meet.

He stopped and stared after her.
Odd he thought this young.
A man that sold flowers on the street
Noticed the traveler holding his tongue.

He nudged the man gently,
His voice low, he said,
“Traveler, I would not follow.
You would be better off dead.”

The traveler asked,
“Who is this soul
That walks gracefully there?
For I would like to know.”

The merchant stared at the man
With half a mind to walk away.
But then he thought,
Why not? For it's been a dreary day.

“First, do not be fooled by her image.
Her name is Lady M.
It is said those who seek after her
Are never seen again.

“They say she has no soul.
They say she’s long been dead.
Those of us who know her at all
Dare not walk where she’s led.

“Her eyes are black and empty,
But stare into your being.
She takes your worst and horrible fears
And turns them into everything you’re seeing.

“She has no family to be found
She belongs to no one at all.
No one would dare touch her.
No one would catch her if she were to fall.”

The man looked at the merchant
In unbelief and surprise.
And said, “My dear man,
What you say must all be lies!

“How can you expect to know her
If you talk about her in such a way?
Here, I will prove you wrong.
With her I will spend the day.”

The merchant pitied the spell-bound man,
Gave him a lily and said,
“Then go now with this flower
That I sell for the dead.”

The man, not noticing
The merchant's warning words,
Took the flower in his hand
And turned to follow her...
                                                ...
      ­                                              ...
               ­                   He followed that girl into the woods,
                                           The one they call Lady M.
                                    He followed her to know the truth,
                                          And was never seen again.

Poison.
The words flowing from your mouth,
and with each dose I become more and more impaired.
With each dose life slips
from my once warm body.
The thought of one more word
drives me to bizarre extremes,
extremes that are even too
extreme for the most extreme
Extremes!
Congratulations.
You've done it,
you've broken me down so far,
even I, don't know where I've gone off to.
You won't find me on a milk carton,
on the news,
or any plastered up posters across town.
In fact you won't find me at all.
I've gone missing, yes.
But I'm very much still here.
Hanging onto every word.

Can you look me in the eye?
Tell me exactly why?

Whisper the secret of how you fell
So swiftly under my gentle spell?

Will you press your lips to mine?
Give me a kiss to stop all time?

-ARI

When she kisses me?
It's like a fairytale in reverse.
Her lips put me under a trance.
Instead of waking me up
I fall into a deep unconsciousness.
Rather than breaking a spell
she puts me under her own.
Maybe that's the reason
I'm always dreaming of her.


*s.mndi

Your bold green eyes with flakes of gold keep me hypnotized.
I can't do anything without worrying that one day your eyes will turn cold.
I cling to every word you say as if any of them will be the last ones I hear.
You've kept me like this for months now - I admire you, I do, but please.
Let me go.

I'm dangling by a thread over the life I had before I laid eyes on your freckled face.
Just let me go I plead, I can't keep doing this.
You give me that big smile showing your bright white teeth.
My heart melts at the sight and sinks because I know I will always be under your spell.