He's a lonely man, spends his nights in midst of death, Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid. Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know, He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him, Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim. Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze, Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams, Of thinly woven strings, Of thousand wings unfurling. ...
From the mind we remember the love as well as the hurt but yet it is those elements that carries the deep tears of passion, that becomes buried beneath the sadness of the tears that falls silently upon ones face unseen, but yet seen by the red color of there eyes and the buffy eyes from crying through days and nights.
Tempt not the dream whose life was spurned from dancing in your mind. This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind. A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop. Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop. When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night. A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light. What should have been like any day took on a different feel. For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal. My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
"Crack wise" / "Better wise up soon" - Debate: 33year old VS 11year old. c.1963.
Jeez, how many I gotta tell you? You stupid or something?"
"Gee, Dad i dunno. Maybe i am (stupid)"
"Goddamn it. Don't you crack wise with me, kiddo. You know i've got the strap to make you regret it"
"I dunno! I dunno ! I dunno.....that's all I get out of you' maybe I should just take you and your brother (6 yrs old) down Commack Rd. to the nuthouse (Pilgrim State Hosp.) , and leave your asses there. Then maybe you'll know something. Stupid! All I can say is you better wise-up soon."
Why are we here?" Annie asked. The silence had lingered too long and the old woman sitting in front of her seemed to be scrutinizing the very thread count of Annie's attire.
"Steven doesn't bring people he likes around here. He speaks to no one for a long period of time. He only speaks to me because of my gifts, my connection to the other side. But he has taken quite a liking to you. I wanted to meet you, see what he saw."
"So you sent that note? Well, I understand your reasons. But why are we here, in this place?"
A young sapling asked of a near by tree, “What was it the first seedlings saw?” “Before they were the forest rulers, Before they grew so mighty and tall.” The young tree was aware that the oaken giant Lived not in that time long ago. His rings of age gave no hint or clue, This only the stones could know. More fable than truth the story was told, Carried on the winds whispering breeze. Told and retold while coloring the facts, Reciting the tale from tree to tree. “In those young years, the new world was, As pure as a child’s...
Away from the home a little girl roamed farther and farther she strayed. Then in a rush she went deep in the brush until hopelessly losing her way. Fighting her fear till shedding a tear she pondered a horrible fate. She sat on the ground while looking around as it grew terribly late. Among the timbering oak one gently spoke to the trembling child. “Please have no fear, you’ll be safe with us here, sheltered from the wild.” Shocked and surprised she doubted her eyes and her betraying ears. Then one by one more trees joined in the fun to calm the little girls...