Halloween Poems

The March

I sit in this prison forced to listen to the sounds
the proceeding army of goblins, witches, and demons.
The broken silence of my cell by the crunching sounds of foot soliders.
In march to clash among the fairies, angels and animals of the earth.
The rumbling grows near, will I survive? We are adhered to the middle ground.

Laughter... broken now by shouts of children.
Yelling at the top of there tiny lungs. Trick or Treat!
As Halloween boredom is broken by the handing out of sweets.







To be?

I have never felt such freedom from a spectrum of clothing.
Who or what shall I become? I can be anything I wish to be.
I ravage amongst my attic, amongst the department store frenzy.
Perfection must be achieved.

Who or what shall I become? I can be anything I wish to be.
One must not only be but embody.
I have never felt such freedom from a spectrum of clothing.
Costume building, making and choosing is like a shedding lizard.
Revealing endless possibilities, once a year.

I can become anything I wish to be. Anything my mind can ponder, far beyond simple wonders.
Halloween more than it always seems, surpassing childhood for even those who are all grown up.
Can ravage amongst their attics, amongst department store frenzy, to feel once again.
What it is to be young at heart, and anticipate to who or what they will become. Because we on that
cold chilly night be anything we wish to be.







Their Gazing Stare

The darkness surrounds me, as a cold wind blow from the north.
Flapping amongst my oddly shaped garment.

I feel their gazing stare...
Because they are everywhere...
Such an eerie feel...

No matter where I roam from north to south and east to west.
With group of friends or as a lone wolf.

I feel their gazing state...
Because they are everywhere...
one must be aware...
to avoid their memorizing stare...
Such an eerie feel...

Yet they break the dark shrouded night, with their amber gleam.
even though I can't shake their gazing stare
I can't break away they're everywhere...
such an eerie feel...

Now I made my pass through from north to south and east to west.
I feel its gazing stare....
As they sit adjacently to my door....
With its amber gleam no more...
As I blow out the Jack-o-Lanterns beam.