All Ghosts Day...

All Ghosts Day...

They lived among us,

Most can see them,

Yet they forget,

Until birthday time.

Every word left behind,

Pictures of happier times,

Rants and delights,

These electric ghosts,

I loved how they haunt us,

Remembered.

I'm leaving Ghost Town.

It's not safe here anymore.

Might never be again.

I'll take pictures of my memories,

List them the day after Halloween,

Call it All Ghosts Day,

A yearly reminder.

Even banished from the land of memories,

I will never forget,

Not them or why.

What better day,

The day pumpkin faces go to compost.

AquarianM 

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/13/2024

Autumn Ghosts In Amber...

Autumn Ghosts In Amber...

I want to find the latchkeys of time,

Unlock the molasses of linear,

Burst into the circle of infinity,

And find the box of everything there is to know.

Today's radio dials don't glow 🌟 warmly as they used to do,

No humming tubes in the vapor of a haptic universe,

The binary of dualty mind-glued to our hands,

Filled with Autumn 🍁 ghosts caught in amber.

I tune in an ethereal channel,

Like a wind up ghost fairy,

Her voice mists through my ears and transports me,

Mazzy Star ⭐ ✨ is Fading,

Leaving me haunting the dimension of poetry and undermind.

I will slip on a drumbeat,

Fly onto a wall somewhere back in time,

Listen like a spy to the past-due plans of Pleadean gods...

Somewhere after the witching hour,

I will walk the land of dreams to a drumbeat,

Wandering eternity like a poet,

Dribling of words of the source,

This bare trickle that freezes up in the Winter hours of my mostly mundane life.

Mostly...

AquarianM 

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 10/20/2024