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                                     VAMP AND WOLF (ode of the season) Spooky sprinkled skin Never pumpkin spiced Chilled skin with hairy back Looking for lustomance A neck a thigh even an arm Artery or vein In the right sight leads to the heart Lick your fangs taste of sweet naivety Tantalizing love in the spiced smile Like a ripper that stocks in the shadows A floor cracks a door squeaks hearing the pulse of the heart Calm with deep breaths Clank the chains go A howl of pain or desire depends on your moon To love or lust the heart is the ghost in missing kisses While standing under the poison ivy Like another love from dark time Vamp and wolf wander the dark alleys  

                             THE LOOP A REAL PATH                            (work in progress)              In our fragile time world. A path is only a loop that only at times people’s faces change and places may change. You yourself stay the same. Now to explain the loop what happened yesterday comes back in the future, and then it is the present. Think of how the earth rotates around the sun where three hundred and sixty five days plus a quarter we hit the same place. the change only becomes within oneself, only to find that you are just looping. This could be the reason why we enjoy songs that have been heard many times a story a movie, this is why we fear change and taking chances especially of the heart. Maybe I wrote this somewhere before. I know I dreamed this last night, with another that didn’t realize, unless they just don’t want to admit the loop. Crazy thought anyways. May dreams convince there is more than a loop.  

Wanna give The body craves The heart gets tingly Words get corny For the brilliant energy she brings A sadness beats down the door's mind For fantasy is for dreamers A reality of no way not you Fills all the fiber of soul Knowing pain of no soft lips on lips Wanna give wanna surrender Life and it's brutal comedic moments Holds any attempt at by the spirit's throat Giggles from others Thinking how could a monster Be so irrational Doesn't he or it knows its place Still underlying potion Knowing what it may be Will never get ever after Wanna give

                                                Complicated soul thread Simple talks tease the brain Eye contact deeply wanted Not for long for the pain and scars may scare away As the clown of laughs and tears of never happiness Wields the shield with silliness and corny remarks Like the thread of an old clothing ripped and thrown away Maybe to be cursed and alone, will let others be happy and whole together Knowing the higher power is one comedic genius For the jester is there for everyone’s enjoyment at the courtyard And then in the chambers a mirror reveals a fool of a soul Wondering if the thread in the trash has it better. Complicated soul thread

                                             Ghost wearing skin Sorry did you hear that Repeat and one more repeat Like talking in a glass chamber Politely ignored Third time is the charm A lost spirit in flesh Only to be lost in a world, where many give a compromised group meeting greet Forced of self-preservation While others could careless if even looked at Get the smile that lifts a ghost that just would enjoy being that special Few exist on this plane A shattered heart and fragile trust world Soon like ghost in skin words of this will be forgotten Boo and rattle the chains A haunting of did you feel something cold Would be more recognition on a good day Looky, looky, no words need to be said No pity, no shame only truth sees through the mirror Ghost in skin do have heart pulses Waiting for more than oh now I will listen to amuse this ghost Fortunate to keep ghosts happy Ghost in skin  

                                                              Heart box jail        The talk of work we try and support all local businesses. The quiet male worker gave a confused look. He shook his head and went about his duties. The others were use to his silence, some even acted at times he didn’t exist. A friendly customer asked to the male worker what he did in his spare time, and he said he writes and publishes books. The customer was impressed, the male went to back and did a few things. The customer went to one of women working and said since you support local businesses you must have bought and read of his books right? They all with smiles said no. the customer stepped back and thought wow they support local businesses, the customer guessed that this was fascinating. The customer wondered what a local business does for it to be considered to be a local business. The workers gave some examples, like food trucks, like one of the more attractive coworkers, they produce pri

Scary love horror (Hallow hearts ween) Warning be afraid very afraid Weak hearted strong mind The victim Wereloves everywhere and vamplusts lurking The warm kind type will eat and suck you dry Romantics are their dinner loyalty dessert Lie in your eyes, smile as the ghostly ways eat your heart Joyous times of crushing your soul blaming your trust Aha the eerie feeling creeps on you Lust burns the veins and poisons rational thought Rose from the black dozens of warlocks and witches Scared yet, a Halloween time year after year, day after day Again, and again the loved only enter heart shredder bought The reaper and cupid laugh in the spirit of the season They joke as they are dressed in each other’s clothes Drink love potion nine While the chained ghosts hold the shackles of bitter broken hearts The scary stories have nothing on hopeless misdirected romantic Watch for the wereloves, they change like Jekyll to H

Waste of to be Cloudy by illusionary kindness Life is very pixeled The square doesn’t fit in the self-centered shape circle Breath the heart works Everyone was supposed to be hush hush It really doesn’t matter, a kind of words of really oh please Played like the next app A fool is always the hack and sack for others enjoyment The fool also wishes the best for knowing unwanted to be around wastes souls With lines of if, and should off While pixels paint the real picture Kindness of friendship, a saying for a human door mat Waste of a mirror reflection Down in the pits inside while keeping others from the dive Doing a dance of what is it for only to be forgotten again and again Hands reach to be pushed away even helped to put down further at times All laugh and keep the false words handy In this world Waste of to be