The Night & The Moon

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When the night wakes up
From its deep slumber,
It’s elated about
The inevitable thunder.

Ready for the silent reckoning
Of the voyeurs of death,
The evil fangs shine
As if lovers just met.

But the grim reaper
To his utter dismay
Silences the army.
As the thrill is gone tonight!
‘Cause the moon is on tonight!!

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My Mind Boggling Mind

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Random infinite thoughts,
That don’t make any sense
Trying to sort them out,
I create a blank space, so dense.

I search for the words,
Trying to find a meaning.
Often frustrated,
I return to the dreaming.

Confusion circling around,
And the time ticking won’t stop.
It’s like an old twisted sofa spring
With my mind spinning on the top.

When spoken to,
I blabber like a chaotic.
Ending up embarrassing myself,
I choose not to stick.

Then I reminisce about old times,
Remembering the lines I drew.
Those lines have drowned,
Replaced by ones so new.

But something always pulls me back
Like a stone in a slingshot.
Someone please take me home,
Or else I’ll get caught.