I don't know what I want

I yearn for the touch of simplicity
From a stranger of strange purity.
Yet again, I rile myself up,
Only to find a disappointing drop.

I don't know what I want.
Want from what?
I don't know.
Why do you want to know?
I just do.
You say "You're comflicted!"
Well that's an understatement!
                                             I'm a walking contradiction!
That's obvious.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
But I still don't know what I want.

Wonderer lost

Forgive me my trespasses
As I can not forgive me
My trespasses against myself.

For tomorrow I was nothing
And yesterday I'll be.
For time is full
Of that empty thinking
That it's a part of me.

So push the knife
Further through
My already broken heart.
As you further reject
My outstretched hand,
I may not love you,
But I more than lust for you.
I just wish to know your soul.

My unabsolution

Monsters stir
In the dark recesses
Of my mind.

I can't fight them
Only herd them
In the direction
Of my unabsolution.

My heart is broken
Beaten and done.

Can I love,
Like a free
Caged dove?

I'm going numb,
Bit by bit,
Body part by body part.

Will I know
When the numbness
Enters my mind?

Will I care
That I can not
Care no longer?

I'm falling
Falling apart
And no one
Not anyone
Can hear my screams
Of agony's dying breath.

Lost in The Light

To love is to feel hollow
When it isn't given
In return
To the wannabe lover.

My heart
Is in perpetual pain
As I write
About what is in vain.

The Darkness is easier
Since The Light is...
                              ...a Path of Resistance
But not to try is crazier
Than to walk
The Road of Perpetual Impatience
To The Tower of Wisdom.

So I want
What I can't have.
And I search
For what I crave.
Then I get
Needs disguised as Lessons.

The torment of unlife

I love you
I want you
I need you
I want you
I love you
I give myself freely to you, all that I am, was and will be. Why...why can't you do the same in return? I cry out in my head so no one may know my pain and anguish that comes from the vacuum of your place in my life. I still burn for your image, smell and touch. I am weak...
...Gods! Please, I beseech you! Grant me release from this Hades of.....of....of...of..of self-induced pain and hurt. Damn your absence as it slowly kills me! When will this torment end? Must I wait for the sweet rancid embrace of Death?
Or will it survive even Life?
I hate what you've done to me but love you for the sweet ecstasy the pain you silently create causes me.
Take me
Love me
Torment me
Make me beg for more
More
More
More
More
More
More sweet ecstasy your seemingly unending silent absence that wields itself like an unbreakable, unstoppable sword against the unmovable rock that has become my once beating, beautiful Black Heart.
You inspire me...
To love more
Feel deeper
Create intimacy
To kill you as you sleep in your everlasting
Silence filled pity party of unlife.

Grandma Got Run Over By a Broomstick

Grandma Got Run Over By a Broomstick
(tune: "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer")
Author unknown

Grandma got ran over by a broomstick
Walking home from our house Halloween
Now you can say there's no such thing as witches
But as for me and grandpa, we believe.

She'd consumed too many spirits

And we begged her not to go
But she'd forgot her Belladonna,
So she sacheted out the door, we didn't know.

When they found her the next morning
At the scene of the attack
She had bristles on her forehead,
And incriminating brush marks on her back.

Grandma got ran over by a broomstick
Walking home from our house Halloween
You can say there's no such thing as witches,
But as for me and grandpa, we believe.

Now we're all so proud of grandpa
He's been taking it so well
See him in there watching wrestling,
Drinking wine and dancing skyclad with cousin Nell.

It's not Samhain without grandma
She's the one with the big hat
And we just can't help but wonder,
Should we divvy up her candy, or send it back.

Grandma got ran over by a broomstick,
Walking home from our house Halloween
You can say there's no such thing as witches
But as for me and grandpa, we believe.

Now the punch is on the table,
And the pumpkin, it's so big
And the black and silver candles
That would just have matched the hair in grandma's wig.

I've warned all my friends and neighbors,
Better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license,
To a gal who flies a broomstick

Twas The Night Before Samhain

Twas the night before Samhain and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse.
The incense, it burned in our cauldron so black,
For Witchcraft and Magick we'd a wonderful knack.

The circle was drawn with the athame of power,
The guardians were called to each quarter tower.
The Lord and Lady attended our rite,
In wonder and glory and power and might.

The dearly departed came as our guest,
To live once again, after their rest.
We bid them goodbye with a tear in our eye,
Such a lovely presence of loved ones so nigh.

The candles danced in the flickering light,
With the Great Rite we bid them all a good night.
The guardians, thanked, have all sped away,
The Lord and Lady, thanked for the day.

The night before Samhain, Gods bless this house,
A circle of wonder 'round me and my spouse.

- author unknown

The Twelve Days of Samhain

The Twelve Days of Samhain

On the first day of Samhain my true love gave to me
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the second day of Samhain my true love gave to me
two jack o lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the third day of Samhain my true love gave to me

three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the fourth day of Samhain my true love gave to me
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the fifth day of Samhain my true love gave to me
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the sixth day of Samhain my true love gave to me
six owls a-hooting,
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the seventh day of Samhain my true love gave to me
seven skulls a-grinning,
six owls a-hooting,
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the eighth day of Samhain my true love gave to me
eight ghosts a-haunting,
seven skulls a-grinning,
six owls a-hooting,
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the ninth day of Samhain my true love gave to me
nine dead men dancing,
eight ghosts a-haunting,
seven skulls a-grinning,
six owls a-hooting,
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the tenth day of Samhain my true love gave to me
ten bats a-gliding,
nine dead men dancing,
eight ghosts a-haunting,
seven skulls a-grinning,
six owls a-hooting,
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the eleventh day of Samhain my true love gave to me
eleven spiders crawling,
ten bats a-gliding,
nine dead men dancing,
eight ghosts a-haunting,
seven skulls a-grinning,
six owls a-hooting,
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.

On the twelfth day of Samhain my true love gave to me
twelve brooms a-flying,
eleven spiders crawling,
ten bats a-gliding,
nine dead men dancing,
eight ghosts a-haunting,
seven skulls a-grinning,
six owls a-hooting,
five pointy hats,
four séance spirits,
three crooked headstones,
two jack o'lanterns and
a black cat in a spooky tree.