Ghostly goings on creep everywhere
it must be that night
when the funnys don’t care
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Up from the graves a rattling we go
whoo at everyone no bodies to show
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Its Halloween this beautiful day
when things rise up and come out to play
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Creeks and groans and strange noise to
ghostly goings on its very spooky to
———
It must Halloween I am haunting you.
Whilst dancing on song and a hymn, singing a prayer
my humble rock you came in to my life
and shared my dreams my hope my dignity
my whispering of sweet nothings
a love a promise a richness to keep
from humble beginnings a story untold
of a journey through life to love and to hold
a moment of sequence a routine then despair
a turning point black clouds appeared everywhere
a sun briefly try to break through
there is hope gathering from the showers of rain
its moving clouds are parting life
is happy and were smiling again
waters flow birds darting
to and throw on a breeze
life is calm and pleasant once again
the jigsaw the pieces picked and life put together once more
it’s no longer sad or even a bore
packed full of laughter and fun
silence
has long gone slipped away
the freedom is here
love and emotions life is once beautiful again
worth living with its beauty, serenity
calmness without any fears
life is worth
going through the journey of tears
the past the present the future and its fears
the cheers its ups and downs
and merry go rounds
part of the making of sweet life and humanity
all because of life fate and destiny
our lord our maker in all its beauty
a journey we take once in our present life
we see each and everyday its short and colourful
along its brightly lit way
as the spirit that lives within us one day will leave
to its freedom and fly away
to a new and unborn womb
awaiting its day of life reborn
some bright new day
to shine so brightly in this life once again
The awakening has come it’s all around you
the night of freedom spirits awake and get ready to taunt to you
dark creepy shadows strange creeks and groans
tingling of the flesh spines all shivery
strange unearthly noises visions appear
ha ha ha you thought it was safe
you all got it wrong
Halloween is here and spirits will roam
dusting off their bones and polishing their skulls
spirits get ready for the graveyard ball
the nights of despair is upon you
he he chilly nights and creepy tunes
voices from the grave apparitions appear
ghosts of the past nightmares so clear
you thought it was safe Halloween is here
creaking floor boards strange shadows
a tapping on the window
fears start to grow
we are here again its Halloween you know
keep one eye open tread carefully
we love haunting people we are dark spirits you see
the time has come for release from our hell
magical potions and a creepy spell
witches brew broom sticks appear
they fly through the night sky
their wickedness so clear
a pot frogs some toads mix it up and boil like a stew
now to cast a spell
for Halloween and time to haunt you
tonight is Halloween and very creepy too
the awakening has come and Halloween is here
time for making spells and ghosts appear.
Distorted thoughts baffle and confuse
mindbending spells haunting you
gruesome discovery way out there
something from the past
a mystery or a death
Tales of the past mystery and intrigue
fascinating clues murder and mystery
creepy sounds a haunting glare
ghostly beings prowl and stare
Is this fiction fantasy or truth
whilst mind bending spells
scare and haunt you
or has Halloween come today
As ghostly goings on with spooky
theme too come to a grave yard
and roam about you
whilst distorted thoughts baffle and confuse
I will let you ponder and think things through.
The charm and beauty of a gothic lady
Your gothic beauty goes out at night
through grave yards you play
where people from present and past there bodies rest and lay
you move among spirits
and dabble and play
with the paranormal
you find solace and joy
as your beauty in your eyes
so bewitchly draws me in
I don’t know why
but you fascinate me
something about you
is a pleasure to see
your photos your interests
and your blog too
your personality
has many wonders
and hypnotically lures me too
come back and visit
and read and view
your gothic beauty
and spirit too
so full of mystery
i am fascinated by you
hope you like it jenny
from Whitby
you inspired me to write this
for you to read.
I walk around with you too
you cannot see me but i watch over you
you go to sleep i rustle your hair
you feel a tingling down your spine
but no ones there
the life which has passed over
you wonder about too
does it exist
I still care about you
you may not see me
but I see you
as you remember me from the past
when I was with you
your life you live
while mine ended before you
spirited of but came back to visit you.
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Brett Kristian
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