I halfheartedly grasped the ledge
Peering indecisively over the edge  
Wondering perhaps in all seriousness if I should let go

A freefall of the mind is what they call it '
And if you do not experience it
Why and how could you possibly comment
And in all honesty, say it is an emotion you know?

A little less grew my grip on the edge
Taking momentary notice of the crumbling ledge
My mind wanders into a place where all is nothingness
And nothingness is the norm

I let my mind freefall as they call it
Into oblivion and time dissolved it
Finding myself very comfortable in this environment
I wished never to return

So I concocted a simple cunning game
Whenever spoken to by the seemingly sane
Smiling wickedly
Into nodding confirming faces
I repeat these words

A freefall of the mind is what they call it '
And if you haven't experienced it
How could you possibly comment
And in all honesty, say it is an emotion you know?

@ copyright Tammy M Darby Nov. 24, 2018

Where you conceal your eyes and heart
When the skies flashed skeletal fingers of red
Within his rights
The bringer of death
Eyes shining
   Presented the foreboding of the dark

War mongers
Possess no compassion for the universal man
And its only the foolish they entreat
Denying all responsibility for the innocent children
Who lay silent
Cold macerated dolls
In burning fragmented buildings
And heaving shattered stone streets

Races of humans decimated
Destroyed without a single thought
  Indifferent they turned from their echoing cries  
May ******* these pitiful representations of man
Whose veins are infected with greed
And whose lips speak treacherous lies.

Come from behind the walls of blood cowards
Trembling in fear of ghosts that were sacrificed for purse
Still you count your mountains of gold
For it is they who are insistent
And will brook no refusal
To whom you must atone.

@ Tammy M Darby Nov. 22, 2018

Where cold the bodies lay
Pledged their loyalty and honor to a lie
They shall nevermore say

Sacrificed their lives for the red,white and blue star covered flag
While covetous politicians  
Piling high their spoils
Washed the blood from their hands

The children mourned the white stones
Where the cold bodies lay
Little boys and girls tears flowing down their cheeks
Throughout their lives remember this day

The proud American died for his beliefs
He shall nevermore say
Vanquished
Silent
When the sun rose orange
Sleeping quietly in marble grave

The widows mourned the white stones
Where the now cold bodies lay
A few loving words by those close to the heart
They shall nevermore say

It was their duty to act as they swore and pledged
A soldier they follows commands
Leaving their souls forever in the golden deserts
While politicians
Washed the blood from their hands

@ copyright Tammy M Darby Nov. 8, 2018

It without reservation can be said
Light on their indistinct feet these apparitions
Having no physical form

Cavorting of course with analogous kinds
Ravenous
On human emotions, they dine
Waltzing with elegance and ease
Disappearing as they please
Showcasing their unearthly skills
Rattling their chains
And moaning with glee

Ah yes it can most assuredly be said
I enjoy
Dancing with ghosts of the dead
It is the event of a lifetime
And is a rare phenomenon amongst the living

But not be envious of their steps
For throughout their existence they may never rest
It is a clandestine situation at best
Though they frolic gaily

Imprisoned between two worlds
Ignoring their dilemma
Nebulous phantoms
Continuing to whirl

Still, in good conscience, I cannot deny
Even with their trickery and constant cries
And disregarding the fact they are dead
What a delightful experience it truly is
Dancing with ghosts of the dead

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Re-Write Feb. 11, 2019
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