Ghosts
Some of my words are haunting words, on Booksie, that I post
(Whispered) For those who do not know me, I am but a ghost
You cannot see or hear me, nor shadows will I cast
It took me an endless amount of time to manifest at last
My visit here was granted to me by forces left unseen
It’s hard when one can never tell if ‘Life is but a Dream’[1]
Dreams are always haphazard, mysterious, and happenstance
It seems rather shortsighted to think this is our only dance
Connections lost in time will not necessarily be unveiled
When we arrive back home to the land from which we sailed
Are you really okay with looking away from your inner self
Thinking reasons are just products to be brought down off a prophet’s shelf
The only way to reach you is by the haunting words I write
(Whispered) My mind can travel to you even in the dead of night
My presence will surround you like in Hitchcock’s movie ‘The Birds’[2]
For the meanings jump from me to you as you read these words
I’m not the only poltergeist that torments you with scary prose
Just listen to the TV news or internet that’s geared toward hi-rated shows
They shock, they scare, they’ll make your hair stand up toward the roof
They’ll tell you anything and everything without an ounce of truth
Yet you do not see them, because their only images on a screen
Produced and broadcast to you to increase their revenue stream
There’s not a Casper[3] among them, only the Ghostly Trio[4]
To make you grieve and then believe in conspiracies that aren’t real
So listen closely to this ghostly advice from an invisible soul
(Whispered) You cannot see me and I’m not available for you to know
There is only one, THAT”S ONE, spirit that you must abide
The one you came with, the one you’ll leave with, and in you it resides
Live your life the way you want but let others live theirs too
Because no matter what side you’re on it all comes down to you
To stop the madness in the world, making harmony first and foremost
And leave the haunting in the world to the real, unreal ghosts
[1] Nursery Rhyme from 1852
[2] Alfred Hitchcock’s movie ‘The Birds’ from 1963
[3] Seymour Reit & Joe Oriolo 1936
[4] Paramount Studio’s 1940s Stretch, Fatso, and Stinky, very apropos.
Submitted: November 13, 2022
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