On Broadway

It’s not a premonition
To see the day-to-day
Of your life on the stage
Adapted in a screenplay
Lines read in repetition

Today, tomorrow and yesterday

By those with ambitions
Remembering juxtapositions
Collecting tickets of admission
For quarters of commission

In a quotidian disarray

Funded by the politicians
Made up by the beauticians

All of this opposition
Is beyond my recognition
Somebody call a physician
To read me my disposition

Predator of The Night

Blood-Tetrad-Moon-Werewolf

Crawling along your spine
It’s only a matter of time
The nights howling wind
Calls to the beast within
Under the eclipsed moon
Shape shifting will begin
Shredded clothing strewn
A shocking transformation
Beyond wild imagination
The hunger pangs persist
Impulses won’t be denied
Sleek predator of the night
Keen senses easily guide
Salivating for the first bite
Stalking through the streets
Hunting human flesh to eat
Now, he’s got you in sight
You can’t run for your life

Mirror, Mirror… – pt.ii

Mirror, Mirror…pt. 1
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Somebody please tell me, I wanna know.
Where did all the years escape and go?
I thought time was supposed to slow.
I can’t really be forty-five years OLD!

There’s no way, it doesn’t seem right
But I’ve checked the math a dozen times
Looked in the mirror where I saw the lines
Forming an alliance with grey hair and middle-life

I refuse to go softly or gently into the night
I’ll invest in more home remedies and hair dye
Give me the miracle serum I’ve gotta try
To win the fight for this kid inside

 

One Word Photo Challenge: Ceiling

JW 1 word pic

All of these feelings

Are trapped against the ceiling

Holding my love within a noose

Under humility’s roof

Folded within a paper house

Sealed forever in doubts

Right out of the Victorian era

Shrouded in night terrors

A tale thousand times told

You know how the story goes

Table tops and book covers

Nestled in the corner as lovers

Collecting dust and growing old

 

In response to Jennifer Nichole Wells one-word-photo-challenge: ceiling