whisper me that thought again
of how we're meant to be
when you said let us not make this a fantasy
let's make it reality for eternity

i see them ,hand in hand , people with spirit of the season, with the spirit of their lives
joy in their hearts and joy in their minds but alway escaping me
trying to capture it but it always seems to elude me
as a child and adult never finding the wonderment that this seasons brings
I see the lights and look in my mind and hope that I will be one of them
the ones who smile, laugh and emjoy the moment but I do not find

empty hallways, forgotten voices
pictures hang, dusty and off balanced
cobwebs spread from door to mirror
a young rat scurries past the broken floor

his picture still hangs over the fireplace
a spider runs down his well-shaped nose
each brush stroke is thick and sculptured
the dust collects as sand dunes

the whole room seems mysterious
books of occult line the paint-chipped walls
the windows cracked the night air blows
dead trees peer down on slamming shutters

the old house creeks and cracks
howling doge are echos of past crickets sing songs of last dreams
this house, this ledgend infinte
captures one's mind as lonley and hideous
remembers it's myths fools false illusions
under the now dim light of the moon
spooks creep silent footsteps
his spirit surrounds the acre
truth and lies untested question
of how he lived alone from living

as the evening streches out across the sky
winds calm with the emerging stars
eyes of the night,i am alone.

sad retreats pass through my mind
emptyness drains from these hands that held you
i know you had to leave on that quiet night
but you could have stayed till the morning light

as i walked through this cold snowy field stumbled upon a patch of green
puzzeled, i touched the stem of one of god's wonderment not knowing what i found
caressed by the warmth of sol, emerged a being so full of beauty i stood in awe
gazing in her eyes transfix in sudden paralisis nothing to mumble so not to ***** her
her look of bewilderment gazed upon me she glided her hands softly, slowly up and down
my body, not knowing ,just a puzzled glance her petals engulfed me as if to say we are one

i saw you, you were standing, alone, where i once stood with you
you seemed so lost, not knowing which way to turn your sad eyes
they dont smile as you try and walk away.
my shadow, did you not sense it, did you not feel it tugging at you
to hold me once more the genius of your madness has left me sane with love
no longer do those voices inturupt the conversations in my head
i dont chase fantisies anymore i have a hard time catching reality
can you hear my breath whisper in you ear turn around i am here

and they were all there, the blond copier, the bill payer
the setter, the psyche, the keeper of the bell, the super sec
gathered together for the food of the day. the red headed one
screeched for there was no food. the earth shook, the skies
darken, the seas grew angry. but alas, the wise man appeared
bearing gifts of myrrh, gold and a big salad.the skies cleared,
the seas calmed, and peace was once again brought down upon the table.

and so they feasted on the bounty of the land with smiles abound
not a morsel was lost as their hunger subsided

they spoke of families and friends, and of enemies to be.of tales of lore
lies, and a raging banter that drove the men to the wine. in the background
was that irritating ring, on the other end was some mindless question bequeathed
upon the great table. yet no one missed a chance to sample the bounty

and the music, ah the music, it seems that only five songa were ever made in the history
of mankind. over and over it blared, relentless mind numbing, with the occasional
chorus of the red headed one.

and when you thought that they had their fill, the sweet nectar of the pastry appeared
they all stared in wonderment,tempted by their thoughts, only to be succumbed by
the sweetness of the snake.

and the meal ends and the jester starts, providing laughter to fill their bellies once more.
the satire continues until they can give no more.

and they prepared to exit from the great table with smiles chiseled on their faces and
thoughts of great friendships, and the anticipation of tomorrows leftovers.
                                                            BELCH