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Waltzing Matilda - The Dancing Ghost

Waltzing Matilda, a ghost so fair,

Danced through the halls with ghostly air.

With ethereal grace and a ghostly gleam,

She twirled and whirled in a ghostly dream.

 

Her translucent form, a sight to behold,

As she danced in the moonlight, so bold.

She waltzed to the music of the night,

With a rhythm that gave us such delight.

 

But as the clock struck twelve, she disappeared,

Leaving us all with ghostly fear.

For Waltzing Matilda, our ghostly friend,

Was a ghost who danced until the very end.

 

But in our hearts, she'll forever stay,

Dancing and waltzing, night and day.

A ghost who brought us such joy and glee,

Waltzing Matilda, we'll always see thee.

To Lucien

Memnoch's tortured souls, lost in eternal night,
Crying out in pain, with no end in sight.
Trapped in his realm, they suffer and moan,
Hoping for release, but forever alone.

Memnoch's tortured souls, their cries echo loud,
Their fate is sealed, in the depths they're bound.
No hope for redemption, no chance for escape,
Their souls are his, forever to shape.

Memnoch's tortured souls, a cruel fate they've earned,
For their sins in life, their souls have been churned.
But even in the darkness, a glimmer of light,
For one day they'll be free, and take flight.

Memnoch's tortured souls, their cries we hear,
A reminder of the cost, of our earthly fear.
But let us not follow, their path to despair,
And instead strive for redemption, and a brighter air.

Friday Night Chaos - An Afterparty

Rose in Rome,
With petals as soft as a feather,
Blooms in the heat of the summer.

But what of the thorns that protect her?
Do they not feel a prick of pain?

The roundness of the wheel spins,
As the gears grind and groan.
A mechanical hum, in motion.

But does the clock not long for the feel of the sun,
Or the taste of the rain on its tongue?

The sky turns a shade of cerulean,
As the clouds roll in,
Bringing with them the stench of morning.

The putrid scent of rot and ruin,
Fills the air, making one's gut churn.
The animal writhes in its cage,
Trapped in a world of misery and rage.

How does the fish feel,
Trapped in a tank,
Yearning for the ocean's depth?

"Sonderlust," it feels, “Sonderlust”

What is the meaning of life?
What is the purpose of our existence?

LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST!

What is the shape of happiness?
What does it look like to you?

Friday Night Chaos

What is the meaning of life?
Like a rose to a thorn
Mary in Miami, dancing with the waves
Rushing river roars, as she yearns
Disconnected, the stars shine like diamonds
The wind whispers secrets to
Violet sunset, painting the sky
YELLING, “live every moment like it's your last!”
Triangular, the pyramid stands tall
She hears a babbling brook bubbling
Why do we dream?
Fur ruffled, the beast stalks through the night
Glorpting in the corner,
Rotten eggs and moldy bread,
the stench of decay
The end is near, my dear
Adiós, mi amigo.

Persephone

Persephone
Taken down, to the dark
Gone from spring's sweet embrace
Leaving Demeter alone
Despair

Old Wolf’s Final Farewell

The forest is my home, my heart, my all,
Where I roamed free, proud, and tall.
I've seen the seasons change, the leaves fall,
And heard the howls of my kin, one and all.

I am an old wolf now, my time is near,
My strength is waning, my end is here.
But I will not die in my den, in fear,
I'll go out to the forest, to make my final cheer.

I'll run through the woods, with my head held high,
And let the wind be my final sigh.
I'll lay down among the trees, beneath the sky,
And close my eyes, as the world goes by.

For I have lived a life of honor and pride,
I've been a leader, a protector, a guide.
My pack will remember me, when I have died,
And tell stories of the old wolf, who went out to die.

My spirit will join the wind and the trees,
And be part of the forest's melody.
I'll be with my kin, forever at ease,
And be remembered as a wolf of dignity.

So let me go now, to the forest I love,
To die in peace, beneath the stars above.
I'll be remembered, my legacy will be passed on,
As a wolf of valor, who lived and died strong.

Bleak Season

Winter is here, the sky is gray
Leaves have fallen, gone astray
The wind is cold, the air is still
My heart is heavy, my spirit ill

The days are short, the nights are long
Howling wind’s a frigid song
The trees are bare, the grass is dead
All color gone, all joy fled

The sun is hidden, the moon is low
I wander through the fields of snow
Alone and lonely, lost and cold
My heart is heavy, my spirit old

But spring will come, the flowers bloom
The sun will shine, the world resume
But for now, I'll just sit and sigh
In this winter, where joys die.

Waltzing Matilda - The Dancing Ghost

Waltzing Matilda, a ghost so fair,
Danced through the halls with ghostly air.
With ethereal grace and a ghostly gleam,
She twirled and whirled in a ghostly dream.

Her translucent form, a sight to behold,
As she danced in the moonlight, so bold.
She waltzed to the music of the night,
With a rhythm that gave us such delight.

But as the clock struck twelve, she disappeared,
Leaving us all with ghostly fear.
For Waltzing Matilda, our ghostly friend,
Was a ghost who danced until the very end.

But in our hearts, she'll forever stay,
Dancing and waltzing, night and day.
A ghost who brought us such joy and glee,
Waltzing Matilda, we'll always see thee.

Poem For School

PA poem
written for school
Must follow a strict set of rules
Or you'll get a detention
Or worse a suspension
Because sheep must only produce wool

My writing has to be real
I cannot say things that I do not feel
If I were to write that
My writing would be crap
And it would lose its punchy appeal