All Souls Night

Buried face down
Great monolith placed
On top of the cold hard ground

They can't keep me down
They won't keep me bound
I'll rise up on the first blood moon
Feast and devour this town

Hide in your homes
Keep your loved ones close
It doesn't matter
You'll still see my ghost

 
I reflect and reminisce on the year passed,
Looking at what I wanted to spearhead,
Then I make annotations in my journals,
So I can strategize for the days ahead.
 
The night is dark, and the air is still,
It’s incredibly quiet to say the least,
As I light candles by the windowsill,
Then I celebrate and prepare a feast.
 
So I dress in orange, brown and black,
As I look out and see the world in pain,
When souls aren’t allowed to turn back,
The soft glow will guide them to their plane.
 
Whether you believe on All Hallows Eve or not,
           You can tell there is a difference in the wind,
                 Whether you are in the broom closet or not,
                         The boundaries between worlds is thinned.

The leaves have turned from green to ginger
autumns creeps with its cold fingers  
the equinox past and natures hand  
inexorable, looking for a place to camp
 
Bring the first dew to the gravestones
freshly carved and hardly cold  
through the yew trees, an east wind moaned
the spirits day, be arriving as foretold
 
Druids clad in robes a flowing
chanting as they praised the runes
brought the wood and laid the kindling
invoke the power of the moon  
 
On the the date that greets the cusp
the stocking net tween them and us
gathered in that waiting room
and rise to mingle, the entombed
 
Death's jailer grinned ,rattling his ring of keys
forever that would be your normal tenure
but just a few might be reprieved
to escape the chain of your debenture
you capital is mine to keep
 
Rise to join the living and the quick
as spooky bat or spiders spit
as hollow laugh to cause a fit
spectre in flourescent green outfit
the holocaust rise from the blitz
 
Take the coin, unwrap the sweet
try to hold the warm last threads
pale history pop-ups for us to greet
break the seal, the grave embeds
 
Lay the table, feed the fire
in finery , dancing free now hear the woops
holding on to those retired
 for we are walking in their shoes
 
Samhain; October's gala for those passed on
dark masquerade before November comes
 
 
 

I have grown pedestrian claws
And dip to roam the sidewalks
As if....
the concrete squares below my stealthy
Red shoed curling feet
Were ushering me in
To the gateway
Of the badlands

My mind set:
Bring on the terror dome
This night takes kindly;
Havoc
Trickfuckery

More than one ornery hillbilly
Has nurtured those abilities
Psychological warfare ...
Matured my finesse with it
Far beyond egg yolk
And TP
The thought;
An assault on my sensibilities
A loose grip on my country grammar

My vowels slide
As I pass the state line south
Through the mouths of swine

Halloween runs wicked in
Blue blood hillbilly mafia veins

My claws are fully extended
My eyes narrowed and set
Red barn double doorway ...
Come hell

I am fully prepared
To be slick as shit;
Or wind up in a jail cell

 
Adel was the sacred bloom,      
Uber lush and audacious.      
O her eloquent voice lied.      
      
This is the realm of falsehood,      
A utopian world order      
burdened by the everlasting.      
     
She was the elite youth;      
Pure breed immortal.      
     
I spotted her      
Retreating through the cradle of Rhine,      
En route back to her motherland.      
     
Three days from deliverance,      
I joined her on the harvest moon.      
We picked and sucked on ancient herbs;      
Oden earth cures weak ageing cells.      
     
Two days from deliverance,      
On the border of the dark forest,      
Beyond mist, charred bone and black steel,      
The river lulled a spell for freedom.      
     
Adel stared through towers of trees,      
Tears rolled down virgin skin;      
A prize animal trapped inside a giant's cage.      
     
One day from deliverance,      
The sacred youth awoke in my embrace      
Seduced by tragic stories from the dead.      
     
The stem of the everblooming was broken.      
     
O blind terror fiddles with death,      
Icky little fingers fathom      
The unmendable hole in its neck.      
     
Life beget suffering,      
Suffering beget death,      
Death beget meaning.      
     
A meaningful life is the way to deliverance.      
     
I released Adel into the river Rhine,      
Tomorrow she will arrive home.