This page contains my glimpses of
the unseen world of those who have
passed on...don't mind any rustlings
near you...it's probably nothing...hehehe...
Visitation...A love story Ghostly Vistations...A tortured soul Visitation
Waking slowly, dead of night,
Your bedroom’s inky black.
Slow lucidity returns.
What was it, brought you back?
A glowing, faint and greenish
Is entering the room,
Bringing with it graveyard air,
The feeling of a tomb.
The figure of a woman
Seen faintly, clad in lace,
Coming through the unseen door
With slow and measured pace.
Unable to move or speak
You stare in silent awe.
Her high and timeless beauty
Is wholly without flaw.
In fearful expectation
You lie as she draws near.
Helplessly, you wait and watch,
Filled with desire and fear.
Great compassion fills her eyes,
Into your soul they see.
That fast, your heart is captured,
There’s just no way to flee.
Moving weightlessly up close
And lying next to you,
Her soft and icy lips begin
To chill you, through and through.
Her lips are fair and lovely,
They taste of fruited wine.
As your life begins to wane
You fight to clear your mind.
Desire and her love for you
Hold you here, enthralled.
By her bodys’ icy heat
To sure death you’re called.
Swaying here in the balance,
You want her desperately...
But your life’s so dear to you.
You’re weak, can barely see.
She’s not evil, wicked, base,
Her love for you is real.
That’s what makes this difficult.
That love, you too can feel.
Her caresses, kisses, breath
Have nearly brought you down
To the grave to share her fate,
To rest in hardened ground.
But self preservation wins,
The need for bodied life.
Thus you fight to breathe and live,
Desire cuts like a knife.
Though her flesh is cooly fine,
Her breasts both soft and fair,
Her loving eyes liquid pools.
Your bond begins to tear.
Sensing your mental retreat,
Her efforts are renewed.
Pained, rejected, hurt she feels.
You’re feeling selfish...crude.
Still you fight, in spite of this,
Her strength begins to wane.
You see, with mixed emotions,
Your soul she will not gain.
At long last, with deep regret,
Her air resigned and sad,
She pulls back and vanishes.
Oh, for the love you had!
Though you live and breathe, you know
She’ll be your only love.
For still your heart is captive
To her, your undead love.
Ghostly Visitations
As you come to your feet,
Blurred consciousness returns.
Your head is doing flips
And stomach twists and turns.
What happened? Don't you know?
It's all a mystery,
Just who you are...from where.
Light's dim here, hard to see.
The room is indistinct,
A dusty, gloomy blur
Where eeriness prevails.
Who know what may occur!
About you surreal light
Reveals disjointed scenes
Of phantoms young and old...
You don't know what it means!
In ghosts you don't believe,
You're too modern for that.
Ghost stories are just tricks
Like rabbits from a hat.
Then what is it you see
And what is it you hear
Which fills your frightened eyes
And falls upon your ear?
In panic you strike out
With objects near at hand
Which crash against the walls
And harmlessly they land.
The screams that pierce the air
Are yours! You seek to flee
From this dark haunted room.
Your fear won't let you be.
Paralysing terror
Controls your very being.
You've never felt such fear,
Caused by what you're seeing.
"Mama, I saw a ghost!"
A phantom child cries out,
Which brings back memories
That you could do without.
The horror they inspire
Of your most recent death
Makes you to realize
You have no life or breath.
As madness now descends
Upon your fevered mind,
You see that YOU'RE the ghost,
Not them! You've been so blind!
The house stands tall and dark,
Deserted, haunted pile.
Inhabitants are gone,
No one within a mile.
Within the dusty halls
Dark madness walks about
Which once had been a man,
It's trapped, cannot get out!
Eternity, for it,
Spent in a palsied fear
Of living, breathing ghosts
Which come no longer near.