Thinking Under Bizarre Reasonings

Eerie falls this hallowed eve,
The pallid moon shall rise.
A haunting beacon far above,
Held in the midnight skies.
On this most wicked night,
Kids run from street to street,
Knocking on each friendly door
To cry out, “Trick or Treat!”

Imagination is the key,
To costumes worn tonight.
Designed to disguise, made to fool,
And formed to cause a fright.
Some are draped in robes of black
Or graced with faerie wings.
Ghouly facades and pointy hats,
All kinds of fancy things!

Jack-o-lanterns leer and glow,
To light the eerie way!
Barren trees with creaky boughs,
In chilling breeze do sway.
In giggling groups the kids will walk,
And knock, from door to door.
Treats fill buckets, pails, and bags,
With candy and much more.

Spooky tales passed around,
As kids collect their loot.
Pails filled with chocolate treats,
With lollies, coins, and fruit.
Once a year comes Halloween,
Pets treasure every sweet!
When costumed folk knock at your door,
You’ll hear them, “Trick or Treat!”

We’ve been friends forever, and now you’re going
Far away for many years.
But please don’t leave me without knowing
How I feel as your time nears.

I know you’re older, more mature,
And far beyond me in some ways.
But there’s between us something pure
That’s given me these magic days.

I thank you for the loveliness
That your sweet friendship’s brought to me.
Think of this poem as a caress
That says, “I love you” gracefully.

Poetry by : Nicholas Gordon

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I had dedicated this poem to my friend a while back in my old blog and she was and maybe, still my best friend, Jolin. She has since left Malaysia to further her studies in Indiana. As it is said in this poem, I will miss you, babes. Be happy there and find your center as you do so.

Leave off the burdens of the past and live life like there’s no tomorrow. And do keep in touch This poem plays my sentiments to you and me that I can never express. I will miss the good old days in secondary that was everything good. Those days have come and gone and now we’re on two separate paths. Peace

Come and dance with me,
The night is still full and young,
I’ll take you to wonders beyond the mind,
And show you the wonders of an ancient time,
Come, come and dance with me.

Let us dance,
Under the shine of moonlight,
With the world beneath our feet,
A gentle dance away from sight,
In a place where our souls shall meet,
Accept my invitation to the dance.

The sound of our music fills the air,
And the stars start to spin with us,
Alone in our dance without a care,
Forever together for better or for worse.

We whisper our oaths of love solemnly,
With God as our only witness,
As the angels look on with envy,
We dance away with the song’s next verse.

The raindrops fall from the heavens above,
While we dance under the open sky,
In the dark night we proclaim our love,
never to part until we die.

Dancing, dancing our last dance,
Hopelessly lost in our romance.

Life is harsh,
Life is cold,
Though it’s cherished,
At times it’s dreaded.

The lives we live are full of fear,
Fear to lose the lives held dear,
Times of sadness comes and go,
The pain inside me can’t be shown.

Is life a dream?
A dream so real and yet unreal,
Living with sadness,
Pain and regret.

The fear to cause pain to all,
To love is to hate,
To live is to dread,
So many secrets shall be left unsaid…

This thick, dark, moldy blanket that covers me,
Churns my ignorance, blinds my eyes, makes me weep,
Just as rapid as the evil that creeps through my soul,
It plunges me down a deep dim ravine hole,
And the light that penetrates in every once and again,
Is mere hope I grasp but can’t seem to sustain.

I pray this polluted sky would clear up now,
For it leaves me suffocating, hurling me into the ground,
And for every part of me I despise so immensely,
I sacrifice it even further to vulnerability,
When the angel of death comes for me,
I’ll devoid him a fight, I’ll follow him with glee,
For I long for him to collect me swiftly as the wind,
May the dagger that stabs me end my suffering.

Gratify my desire to leave or may kill to depart,
For no longer I live left with this cold rotten heart,
My shallowness, this hollowness, it makes me hard,
As I watch and allow my soul to rot, decay, self-destruct,
Although I have breathed the air and tasted the blood,
But I am without existence for I am much too proud.

This cancerous growth that inhibits me,
This rampant disease that incubates my body,
Similarly like maggots devouring my flesh,
As I watch in horror with so full of detest,
Slow and steady it violently annihilates me,
I scream in terror but on ones hears me.

It wouldn’t matter even if I lost my entire body,
It could incinerate in flames and I wouldn’t feel sorry,
Because the puny and frail soul that resides in me,
Is weak, vulnerable and is prone to bleed,
I just can’t figure a way to escape reality,
To live life like a human, I haven’t the ability.

I loath my weakness, my existence, my all,
Can never be content with the things I saw,
The voidness in me multiplies with time,
Spreading and murdering whatever I call mine,
Sooner or later it will take me to my inevitable death,
I’ve lost everything, gained nothing as I exhale my last breath.