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A bit of Halloween prose…

The Undertaker

 

Call the undertaker in

call him to my door

tell him I’ll be ready soon

but I’m not sure what for

 

Not for me you understand

not this wretched one

I have no plans to lose my soul

no plans to come undone

 

No designs on after life

no thoughts of six feet down

not longing after whispered haunts

brothers in a round

 

Do you understand my ways?

As even I do not

Will I reconcile my ways

I can hardly stand that thought

 

yet growing deep inside my mind

deep inside my core

desire to dismiss, dispatch

render life no more

 

So call the undertaker in

call him to my door

tell him I’ll be ready soon

but no ones sure what for…

Seven Poems In 7 Days… Day 7

 

The Taunt

I’ve seen these shadows

Walked theses floors

Knocked upon these forbidden doors

Skulked in corners searching endless

Embers lit the basement windows

Scattered shadows dancing as if

A master was watching

To set you adrift

Run into the courtyard daunted

Fearing the thing you’ve always wanted

Peering at you through luminous eyes

Like two giant moons perched in night skies

Reaching, grabbing, branches nagging

Pulling, tearing, ever wearing

The eye of your mind

See’s what it wants

When you set adrift

To goad and to taunt

Seven Poems In 7 Days… Day 6

 

 

Sheltered

Let dreams overtake you

may your slumber be blessed

The cold world around you

you know not it’s distress

Longing not for redemption

nor for anything less

Midnight dreams they will take you

with their velvet caress

Plighted not with the burdens

nor the toils of the day

Sweet voice of the maidens

their songs your mind plays

Incense of roses burns mild this night

Remembrance composes and brings forth dawns light

Now fresh you awaken remembering naught

As slumber has taken every last thought

 

 

Seven Poems In 7 Days…Day 5

User

I call on you when I need an artistic view

You call on me when you need something to do

The both of us are hard to beat

The both of us are not hard to meet

We talk in riddles sometimes

Just to mess with your mind

Call you late at night

Just to see if you might

Park on random streets

While the city sleeps

Making no attempt

To disguise our contempt

Pardon us if we mind

When you don’t decline

We are used to being used

Not used to using you…

Seven Poems In 7 Days…Day 4

Heartache

 

Stretching far to touch you

Longing so much for you

Living life before you

Knowing nothing of you

 

Staring blankly into

A heart so empty

Completely fettered

Yet still distracted

 

Nothing felt is real

Nothing held is held

Only you can gap

Only you can see

 

Gap the fjord

Fill the rift

Turn the tide

See behind

 

Before today

I felt but pain

Before today

I’d not remain

 

In my heart

The answer is

In my heart

You would give

 

Love is not lost

Love is not blind

Love has not hope

Love is not mine

Seven Poems In 7 Days… Day 3

You

 

I don’t know you, can’t remember you

I don’t remember wanting to not know you.

I don’t think of you

even when I’m forced to see you

I see through you

I don’t see you.

I see past and present

and forget the last second

when our eyes pass one another

I see nothing,

not even hollow or empty.

Shake hands didn’t feel you

never even touched you

wouldn’t want to

wouldn’t happen.

When you laugh

you’re not laughing

when you sigh

you’re not dying

but I want you to

even tho I don’t know you.

You don’t know me.

How can that be?

Doesn’t matter?

Whatever was, never was.

Whatever is, is only lying

cause that’s you, not lying

not true, that’s all you do.

If you were you, you’d lie to you

It’s what you do .

Now I’m done with the you that never was you…

Seven Poems in 7 Days…day 2

Left wanting, Left walking…

 

You wreck my heart, you don’t even know

and I can’t finds the words, this emotion to show

you’ve torn my walls down, now I feel incomplete

left waiting and wanting left walking the street

 

Our days have been numbered, from the moment we met

a fight and a struggle but there are no regrets

sometimes after midnight, we still walk the floor

climbing life’s stairways and slamming lost doors

 

Perpetual motion, set off by a touch

what moved us so quickly, what was the rush?

not once were we grounded, no anchor below

nothing to hold us, no room to grow

 

Seemingly endless yet short as my breath

as I finish this sentence, I still am left

with a feeling left wanting, left walking the street

that with our without you, I am still incomplete…

 

Seven Poems in 7 Days…

Floorboards

 

Pretend there’s nobody standing outside the door

and there aren’t five broken bottles on the floor

a heart made of stone, shattered beside you

pieces are scattered, love no longer matters

 

You’re listening for me to walk away

for the floorboards to signal that it’s okay

to open the door and run from this building

so you can get lost and ponder your feelings

 

Your feelings suspended, lost tumbling in time

how was this life upended, it once was sublime

a postcard of a memory is all I’ll have left

when one day you bury me, put me to rest

 

Now I can’t help but wonder where I lost touch

how I could turn blindly and hurt you so much

no regret, no remorse, just cold hearted words

backhanded heartache, you didn’t deserve

 

For this undeserved treachery, I’ll have nothing gained

only thoughts of you, left with me, watching you wane

floorboards are creaking as I part from your door

go ponder your feelings, love me no more

The Undertaker

Call the undertaker in

call him to my door

tell him I’ll be ready soon

but I’m not sure what for

 

Not for me you understand

not this wretched one

I have no plans to lose my soul

no plans to come undone

 

No designs on after life

no thoughts of six feet down

not longing after whispered haunts

brothers in a round

 

Do you understand my ways?

As even I do not

Will I reconcile my ways

I can hardly stand that thought

 

yet growing deep inside my mind

deep inside my core

desire to dismiss, dispatch

render life no more

 

So call the undertaker in

call him to my door

tell him I’ll be ready soon

but no ones sure what for…

My Tired Soul

My tired soul

 

 

Night time telling me that I should go

there’s nothing good here for my tired soul

left my passions laying at your feet

you said nothing, left me here to weep

 

chorus:

As things go, I, am well

but as things are, I’m sure you can tell

a hanging head, is all I have left

and a lonely dream, that will never be met

 

Treading softly on a lonely path

being careful not to lose my way

returning slowly to the things I know

overcoming days that scarred my soul

 

It’s late now baby and my words come slow

time is fleeting and this heart grows cold

it’s to late for this romeo to be

it’s to late honey now for you and me