Hall'o'Ween

The veils become thin tonight
Energy levels rise
The Saints are revered for divination
Or is it just pagan lies

The Pumpkins are cut open
and the children trick or treating
while the wiccans lie in wait
and have their secret meeting

A secular feast they say
for the open eyes
but its the one eye that sees
and knows the reason why

Samhain or reformation
Damned be their lies
yet the children are amused
with laughter in their eyes

Jack'o'lanterns be wary
in their halls you could be caught
floating away into dementia
or maybe materialize into a random thought

Suprasternal Notch

Coming soon..!

The Dream Call...

You’ve seen it coming all along
Its just like Déjà vu
Now I know it’s you!

Sitting splendidly with fingers entwined
Offering a drink smelling of thyme
Whispering “Have this, ‘tis sweet Lime”

The feeling is strong, but something wrong
The doubt curtails leaving one perplexed
Wondering if you’ve been hexed

Can this source of happiness exist?
The questions are asked without feeling
Hence the answers come without any meaning

The smile is gentle
You disappear away into the fade
Leaving the other so vulnerable and afraid

Still that voice is so refreshing
The gentle pauses make it interesting
And the faint laughter sounds caressing

You wake up from the slumber
Saddened to discover it was only a dream
Making you wonder if you could redeem
Only a glimpse of what was just seen..

Reverence

He entered the garden and headed to a flower-bed
Beautifully and skillfully arranged
Artistically and Aesthetically arranged

The Gardener only knew the art and science of it
Its colours, its shape, its shade and beauty
Eternally it was to be His duty

Its distinct aroma and fragrance was like no other
Pleasing and enchanting to the senses
Surrounded by vivid and surreal fences

He stood there smiling with wonder
Awestruck was he as the public walked by
Ignoring the beauty that laid by

Man is in a hurry chasing worldly pleasures
Surely it is destined for a short time
Pondering and plundering - no more a crime

He picked up a few flowers
And created a mixed bouquet
As a homage to both the Gardener and His garden

Unending Dreams

Sunkist laughter night and day
Colours abound and out in the fray

Whirlwinds of shapes, speed and prism
Tiny to the eye as a shiny microcosm

Checkered and crossed in a bright lighted tunnel
Falling into the fathoms of a huge white funnel

The windows crooked under the starry sky
The moon in its hiding as the cloud tries to pry

The faces of the trees all tired and weary
The scales of the dragon would ignite a fury

The insanity grows as the doors begin to crumble
Tonight is a night where one cannot fumble

The torches are lit and the fire burning
The blades of grass swaying and turning

Perplexed is the mind of those who claim sanity
Throughout their lives boasting with vanity

It all seems aghast to those present now
Things from the past you never knew how

Dreamscapes and Nightmares are here forever
Exit and escape to which you shall gain never

The Questioner

Far away from the distant lands
Riding through the scorching sands
Came a Questioner

Long had he searched for the answer
Boasted with a midnight dancer
For the question of truth

Scholars and Kings tried
No answer would be justified
Until he heard the rumour of a stranger

The rumour was looked upon
The question would soon be gone
and he made his way soon into the town

'Show Me' where He is now?'
'I wish to see Him if He would allow'
'Show me' the Almighty if ye Believe...

The smile came upon the stranger
His calmness showed no sign of danger
As the stranger pointed to the sun

'Can you see Him with the naked eye?'
'No.. thy cannot even look up into the sky'
Straight into the Sun..

What is this disgusting Pun?
You show Him to me in the blinding Sun?
Surely you lie....

The reply was swift
And it created a rift
Which was soon set aside

'If thy cannot see the Created...
How can thy seek the Creator?'
came the reply

The truth made his head hang low
As the questioner touched his brow
And silence fell upon the town

Lock n Stare

The daunting eyes following you
The finger adjusting on the groove

The cogs working their way
And the finger itching to move

The focus being adjusted
And the shadows sliding away

The eyes looking through a number
And you whisper for the others to stare

The light exploding into the darkness
A cruel morbid darkness

When their eyes lock into yours
And the beast wishes to roar

The essence of the moment is to capture
The sparks of confidence are now full of rapture

The Warrior Whispers

He looked up to the heavens with a sigh

As the sweat gathered and trickled down

Determined was he to get through

The creatures of the wild watched with a frown

The city was close under the starry night

Flames were seen in the distant amber now

Rising in the ashes like a phoenix

And as the clerics took their vow

Soon was it to be over

With a killing stare from the crowds

Whispers in the sands

Whispers in the sands

The warrior strode through the sand
The silver armor pulling him down

When? said the sun to the clouds in the sky
'Soon' said the winds that bellowed in a howl

Who? said the moon that cooled the ground
Why?' said the warrior and took up his sword

Where? said the thunder without a sound
' 'Tis Here' said the warrior turning to his Lord

'No' said the stars to the moon in the sky
'No' said the trees that that started to moan

Why?' said the dust that blinded his eyes
'No' said the warrior as cold as a bone

'No' said the stars that started to weep
'Yes' said the warrior as he stood alone

Quixotic Poems

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