i'm afraid now
because what if you can't

                                        can't
           ­                             don't
                           ­             won't



you can always think you know someone so well
until you see the parts of them that are ghosts

                                                         ­   ghosts
                                                      ­      vampires
                                               ­             werewolves

          and let's not forget the DEMONS

                   because on the inside
                              i'm always  **Halloween

I’m intoxicated with dreams of you,
drunk on the idea of your hands on my body.
the fantasy places you in a seat,
my back to you.
you’ve already got a lover,
but I could replace the way you love her.
we are not alone,
but we are silent.
your hands slowly cascade like smoke;
they wrap around my waist.
nothing they do is ******,
but the tension lies beneath your palms,
where my heart beats only for
your love.

Tick tock it is the witching hour,

I fear they're all around,

They creep and sneak and then appear,

Without the slightest sound.

I cannot lose the images, though I try
still the memories of Dragoon imbue my mind
evenings beneath agave moons, full bloomed
the silhouetted century plant flowers
the day's last light, the final sun shadows
our night hikes under Venus skies
signaled the fall, the bright blinking call
of night sweeping stars, and too the flashing,
the sparkling gold of our two souls
unearthed amid the giant stones
ancient, sacred through the ages
in the moments of truth
when love finds a home.

Alone with my thoughts
peacefully minding my own business
Just relaxing waiting for time to pass
and there came a voice over my shoulder
it whispered something.  I looked in the
direction of the call, but there was nothing.
It must have been something.
Cannot have been nothing.
Was it my imagination, my own thoughts
whistling to the wind?
Could it have been my dreams playing out loud?
Were the voices inside my head?
I lay back,closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
I felt a draught towards my right hand side.
I heard a ghostly whisper from that place.
I could only wish my hands would now stop shaking.
My palms of my hands seem to be clammy and there
is a chill running down my spine.
It was not a nice situation to be in.
I heard the voice again. It clearly said "Martha".
It was said in an agonising way.  Not nice.
I thought about my position and did not think twice..
I ran.

Reality Check

Exhausted isn't the correct word, as it's more of mind and soul. I bounced to many reality checks, it must've taken a toll.

I couldn't keep on trudging through dreams, while sitting before the hallows. Wasting wishes on nonsense things, while they leave me at the gallows.

I've hung my head in defeat, so many times before. But I'm at that twisted point in life, where I can't take much more.

Shadows follow me where I may go, voices so sinister and wicked. We ***** our fingers on spinning wheels, ignoring what was long ago predicted.

Backwards bones of forgotten men, lay in disarray. All because life's a *****, and she wants to make you pay.

He holds her in his arms at night, shielding her from a past she can't escape. Protecting her beauty from nightmares that lurk, and blessing her with soft kisses when he wakes.

He leaves to work before the sunrise, to a job that demands a toll. Checking the sleeping children before he goes, how he adores each innocent soul.

On the walk to work each morning, he greets a brand new day. Dreams that will come true he knows, his hope can't be distinguished or thrown away.  

You ask the measure of a man, and this one with so much heart is made of steel. Exhausted every day from life, yet he never forgets to kneel.

He is made of fire and rock, always giving when he can. He's pure strength and determination, in this form they call a man.

Coffee with cream, ketchup on chips
Gravy poured over most everything
Coconut milk in the red hot curry
Hot dipping sauce laced on a chicken wing.
Mashed potato with butter and cheese
hot cheese dripping down the fork
Roasted crackling as crisp as can be
just sliding off the salt roast pork.
Onions braised in red wine sauce
Sausages with hot ******* and peas
A crusty bread roll to sandwich them
A refreshing Greek salad with feta cheese
Puddings galore in every possible way
Custard and every assorted ice creams
Strawberry jam plastered on the toast
My favourites and in my wildest dreams.