The Mind Killer

Fear.

Strong, insidious, relentless and twisted.

It hides deep inside,

biding time, pinching at thoughts,

guiding with it's lies, even those that believe they are strong.

It plays its role in so many choices,

a trickster, convincing us of the

'right thing to do.'

It manipulates, and dominates

when not recognized or driven away.

It disguises itself as many other emotions...

but it remains fear.

Let it guide you...

and you will live as a puppet

making bad choices, and believing

they are the right ones.

The enemy of fear is Faith, true faith,

in whatever higher power you believe in

with your heart and soul.

It is a sword and a shield,

against the darkness that is fear.

It defends us from those that lash out at us in fear.

It is the light that can shine in us all.

It is the good that saves us from doing things

that fear would drive us to do,

to hurt ourselves and others.

It will not desert you unless you allow

fear to win.

Fear, "is the mind killer,"

and Faith, the saving Grace.

With faith, you are never truly alone.

~k

**Yes, the 'mind killer', to those that read as I do, or even watch movies, is from Frank Herbert's Dune. This is what I believe the author was trying to relay to his audience.

The Closet Monster

There's a monster in my closet,

(whisper)

I know he's always there,

his fetid breath fills the room,

a taint of brimstone in the air.

When the lights are out, and I am trying to sleep,

lying in my bed,

he is waking up, eyes blinking,

pupils of flame burning red.

The scrap of his razor claws

clicking on the door inside,

my heart beats faster, a cold sweat comes,

and under the blankets I hide.

A shark's grin that stretches

dripping venom like slime,

the door knob turns with tiny click

and my heart beats out of time.

Everything slows down

as I burst out to reach the light,

(why is that lamp so far away?)

fumbling, twisting...and suddenly..

my room is morning bright.

Quickly I turn to look, my head

whipping around,

to find the closet door shut tight,

and from the monster there is not a sound.

" I know you're there" I whisper

still staring at the door,

"when I turn off this light you

will start again to open up that door."

With a shudder I take a deep breath

and lay down, still feeling my impending doom...

I say a few prayers, jump out of bed,

and run to my parents room.

This vivid memory brought to

you by my 5 year old self...and the prayers

I blessed the monster with to make it stay shut in my closet.

Happy Halloween!

kel

Parody of "Another Saturday night"

Another Saturday night,

and I can't fight nobody,

Their all so drunk and I'm in their way.

How I wish I could

carry a clubby,

I'm in an awful way.

I moved in about 7 months ago,

and the apartment, it looked just fine,

if I hold my breath, turn sideways, and suck my tummy in,

I can get into that bed of mine.

I walk out on the casino floor,

and spy others that look so fine,

if they drink then I can get em,

to the door I have to send them,

that's how I'm in the fix I am.

Oh it's a Friday night and I ain't

got nobody,

I had a paycheck that the bills ate away,

how I wish I had someone to talk to,

it's been a year since I last got laid.

BaaaHahahahah!!

I am so silly....kel

New Dream

There is a place called "Someday"

But you won't find it by looking around.

It's dream I hold in my heart,

that will someday be found.

It cannot be forced to awaken,

no matter how much it is desired.

And patience has never been a part of me,

just something that is required.

My 'forced' start in a new life,

was an abrupt and rude awakening.

I still scramble to gain my feet,

despite the many months it has taken.

I once had a another dream,

that was murdered in mid-stride.

This new dream builds slowly,

while it lays sleeping inside.

Someday the dawn will burst forth,

and the beauty of it will set me free.

Until that time I am still struggling

to forever be true to Me.

My "Lil" Pond

My pond is small

but the views is clear.

No cloudy mud

murks da' water here.

I swims around

in my own tiny bowl,

to be a happy 'Lil' fish

is my fondest goal.

So when doe's fishermen come

and drops in their lines,

I can swims away

and chose someplaces else to dine.

Not so tasty dat' tidbit

that comes with a hook,

I swishes my tail

and won't even look.

Some think their ponds

are better than mine,

but I tells you now

it suit me just fine.

yuck- yuck...a few snorts...and more yuck!!

k

Me

I am still who I was, who I am.

I don't change for anyone or any reason.

The person I was yesterday, is who I am today.

People wear disguises.

They don them to be who someone expects them to be.

Not me.

I wear no masks, no camouflage.

Inside, not discounting the accumulation

of knowledge,

I am still me.

I've grown to know and respect who I am...

Me.

Ghostly Fingers

Soft and low,

the gray mist covers the sleeping town.

Ghostly fingers curl around,

blanketing all;

wrapping the trees,

and hills beyond.

Damp that coats everything

with tiny droplets of water.

Slowly enveloping buildings

and roads to and from,

the town disappears in a shroud of softness,

that creates an island,

isolated and separated from the rest of the world;

wrapped and protected in the fog.
~k

Epic Fail

Last night , a glimpse,

I caught by chance,

of what would best

be covered up by pants.

He spent good money

to ink a phrase

that laid underneath

his pants most days.

He must have planned and plotted

to often use

the expression he shared

when he dropped his trews.

For from a distance his buttocks

were bared,

and the word "F--- You"

to the world were shared.

He walked a hundred feet

with the wind on his tail

and all I could think was

"what an Epic Fail."

k

Ode to the Mooner..

next time renew your ID. * You Moron*

A Hole in my Bucket

There is a hole in my bucket

where there used to be more;

That full feeling of completeness

leaving as fast as I pour.

This is not sadness, nor self pity,

just knowing something feels wrong.

Like singing a favorite,

and leaving words out of the song.

My hand is out stretched

searching for a shared smile,

And maybe someday I'll find it.

The Hope in my heart, will keep me a while.

k

October

Crimson apple crisp days

and frost that shines to meet the morning sun;

trees a riot of fire bright color,

deciding a favorite , it's hard to pick just one.

Kitchens warm with fragrant wafts

of spices that bring memories

floating from our past.

A night time fire that warms,

and adds flavor to the air of darkest night.

Chrysanthemums that brighten a chilly Autumn garden,

scarecrows and pumpkins to welcome all.

All these things tie memories together,

and live in my heart as a welcome to Fall.

k