Ghosts

Witness the white sheet floating by, Signifying the start of this Hallowed Eve, Carmel apple smells, And trick or treat shouts, Echo through the valley, As white sheets float by.

Tiny Hand

Your little hand wrapping tight around my finger, Bright blank eyes seeing only dim light, Fogged images, love melding us, Forever locked together, Father and son, Bond forged in iron, Locked behind gilded lock, Key and die set for eternity, Sealed away forever in our hearts.

Highland Fairy

Lifted on Highland breeze, She glides over valley with ease, Instilling life where she please, Accepting gifts of goat milk and cheese. Her wings span out, Her lips purse and pout, As she sees the wicked sewer spout, And mean people all about, Her nature in turmoil, Creation burning and boiling, As human kind burns…

All-Hallows Dance

Peace Officer wanders the block, Ghost drifts house to house, Bucket in hand, Sweets keeping everyone fed, Laughter and mischief on the wind, Indian giving grief, Cowboys shooting grins, Princesses twirling with glitter and tiaras, Maggots swirling on blurry graves, Stomping dances, as creatures swirl below, Celebrating All-Hallows Eve, Goblins curl while Elves sharpen poisoned…

Gnats Adrift

Well deep, brackish water, attracts death, Skeleton hand drifts, infested by swarming gnats, Horror to horror, Death insists, Death’s wash hung out to dry, Covering barn and sky, on All-Hollow Moon’s eve.

Emerge

Tremble in horror as the waves quake below, Sliding across liquid gold, Tremble in horror as the hollow rings and echos, Sliding across steam filled hold, Tremble in horror as tentacle creature surfaces, Sliding across dark murky mold, Tremble in horror as creature emerges, Sliding across waters, strongly embolden.

The Devil and Her Gin

One of my favorite sins Sitting on the porch Sipping whiskey and gin Chatting with the devil Catching a grin One of my favorite sins Sitting on the porch Sipping Jack n gin While chatting with the devil Catching a wicked grin.

Sad

Sad heart stirs on open flame Cooking down sad daily pain Flares of sparks rise up in hope Extinguished by sad tears

Naval Musings

Let me regal you with a tail about Marines, paint thinner, khat, and the first AIDS Clinic of Djibouti City, Africa. This will be short, but funny enough to stay around for. I, RP2(SW) was assigned the task of getting volunteers together from Camp Lemonier to go into city and renovate a space to be…

Rabbit Trail

Sitting at my desk, Wishing for a bigger chair, Odd strange thought flitter, Down the husk, of old rabbit trails.