Tuesday, March 20, 2012

the celestial sphere will crush your illusory equator at the ecliptic intersect

spring equinox bestows no added clarity
questions sprout
curiosities germinate

unrest rising in this ghost is apparent and undeniable.
the comforts of warmness is a farce.
far too saccharine sweet to be actual.

doesn’t this all seem too courteous?
(too formal, too polite)

she excavates for the truth faster than he can bury it
(Dracula, you never change)
there is more
she can sense it
it will not lie dormant forever

and the season to rise
is commencing

Thursday, March 8, 2012

jaw locked, fists clenched
draw blood, fangs
feed Dracula feed

Jealousy has poisoned the well. Drain the infection and replenish again from an uncontaminated source (shiny, new and pure).

this is your gift ghost
and it is yours for the making
or the breaking

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'all's neighborhood

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The ghost has born a second skin, a coat of armor (if you will).
It conceals (obscures) and shelters her from the elements.
These forces are wicked and unpredictable.
Underestimation got the better of the ghost.
This time, but never again.

oh, can it be
the voices calling me
they get lost and out of time
i should've seen it glow
but everybody knows
that a broken heart is blind
that a broken heart is blind

Friday, March 2, 2012

He was just a man, then the vampire.

regrets collect like old friends
here to relive your darkest moments
i can see no way, I can see no way

and all of the ghouls come out to play

The vibrations reverberate deep inside
to a core
Pounding echoes chill the facade
Silence casts a shadow of doubt
perhaps remorse

A good ghost is alive in the moment, undead to the observant and reborn for the certain.

and every demon wants his pound of flesh
but I like to keep some things to myself
i am done with my graceless heart

so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart

Thursday, March 1, 2012

the anesthetic is wearing off
feelings recommence
praying to wake is futile
this isn’t a dream (or a nightmare)
welcome to the underworld
under and below
where nothing is nice
no one is pure

Folklore and legend precede the ghost. Mythology is eternally victorious.