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I've decided Poltregeists are just parties in the afterlife that get out of hand. 3nodding

Lively Hades

There was a tea-party with a troll,
and every madman's soul,
and it's underneath a bridge to earth,
for what the latter's worth,
that spans from the world of the obscure,
the only world,
that I find pure.
It ends at the stuffiest little court-room,
full of the dryest speech,
Ever ears could con-sume.

Then the moon hit a lofty note on the organ,
and the defendant noted, the stars danced.
Through it all, the ancestors,
listened to the organ-player's rants.
A hippie joined the vikings,
Nietzsche payed the tithe,
And Orpheus wooed a lovely,
lady goth who had a scythe!

When the judge on the other side,
obviously overlooked it all,
the second-sighted acc-used sighed.
The gavel's ring was paled,
by the crash a dragon-prowed ship begot,
and a horde of vikings boarded the stands,
with braided-red hair that smelled of pot!
On the other side,
we find more of the lunacy man savors,
and the dead scholars give out party favors!
Among them books titled "Roses",
and "How to Plant Us,"
All the way up to the Torah,
and "How Moses Inadvertantly Drowned Atlantis!"

And amid it all, Bacchus starts the hub,
and when the defendant pleaded insanity,
the god suggests he join the club!
So Apollo put away his guitar,
and started up his golden harley,
while The Gentry gambled with the Aztecs,
and shared some juice O' barley!

And all but the wrongfully condemned,
saw the world pass as tedium,
and in the electric chair,
there now sat that medium.
And from what only he could see,
of what awaited,
his premature trip to Lively-Hades,
was now appreciated!

I've missed you're writing! It was wonderful to read all of them, I can't really choose a favorite. Brilliant! I love how you always pick very powerful symbolism, like rain or the pheonix.

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That's was awesome, in so many different ways!

Did you look behind the couch? That's where mine was hiding.

Seriously, though. Sometimes the best way to get the creative jucies goign again is to write, write, write; even if it's all udder crap. Somethign good will come out of it, and then you'll be back on track!

I've looked everywhere. And yet nothing.

Don't Open Your Eyes

Don't open your eyes,
the wind is too heavy with dust.
The earth you needn't gaze upon,
but breath the air, you must.

Galaxies of sand rattle overhead,
A million facets of silica gleaming like daggers,
How a human's mind staggers!

But though ages fly, and howl as they might.
The turmoil is a million buzzing fractions of but an hour,
and deadly to sight.

So look down, close your eyes.
He who is blind to a sandstorm,
may well be quite wise.

The wind is gasping,
earth is chanting,
But it's looking at the millions of facets,
through time and truth,
that leaves you panting.