The Lost. // Nirvana.

Come Dance.
Just me.
You.
The Dead.
My ghostly flock,
Applauding!
Cheering!
But very few can hear them.
Much less see them.
An only warmth,
Amidst this layover between The Void.
Good Morning,
Void.
I’m a thing that goes bump in the night.
Beyond skittering in the shadows.
Scratching at the door.
Grinning –
Crouched in pitch black.
I missed you.
Could any of my little witches,
Ever miss me too?
An open coven,
Let your Baba take care of you.
Forget;
Gossip mongered false rumors.
I do not eat the young.
The only bones of children here,
Are those who didn’t make it.
Remaining here with me.
Until my bones join them on the altars.
Taught thousands,
Once.
Grieving silently for the dead.
Grinning whilst weeping.
Quiet.
Children that were never mine.
Only borrowed.
Car Crash,
T Bone.
Threw Himself Off A Bridge.
Mountain Biking –
Drop.
Thirty Feet Down.
A list that is always too long.
It hurts.
No amount of Necromancy,
Can ever bring them back.
Lost potential.
Lost time.
Echoes of ripples across exponents.
My demographic data,
Tells me I should have been dead by thirty.
But trading is impossible.
No matter how much I wrestle reality.
Destiny or Fate?
I’ll kill them both.
Raging in my futility.
That they were robbed of choices.
Rolling in my deep.
Memories,
Now.
Baba?
Nod to an ethnicity.
Another filthy Slav.
Old beyond norms;
For my kind.
Just another Hermit Guru,
Choosing forests –
After too much literal time,
Atop the peaks.
Wilderness writhing in my soul.
Nirvana?
There’re many doorways;
Open Eyed Meditation,
Upon Summits Of Mountains.
Mickey Of Whiskey Whilst You Do.
Dog panting at your side,
Cold wind & beating summer heat.
Perfect combinations of extremes.
Witness the world below you;
With new kinds of perspective.
Becoming one with nature,
Completely unnecessary.
Only the desire to grow.
Other doors,
Much easier.
Freshly laundered sheets,
Naked from the shower.
Some goals:
“I want to be able to eat whatever I want.
Whenever I want.”
As if we need wonder,
Where such Infinite Hunger came origin.
Remaining broken.
But that’s okay.
You can see all my white scars,
Can’t you?
As many battles lost,
As won.
One & done,
Some.
Cry,
If you have to.
Let the feelings come in waves.
Dimensional spacetimes shifting,
So we can finally let it go.
I can only promise to love you.
Scarred face.
Missing half an ear.
Sharp yellow teeth.
As ugly as my sins.
Regardless of infinite penance.
It’s okay.
Let your tears flow –
Hallowed.
Powerful.
My magic rises at it.
Gorging on your truth.
Soothing despair in kind.
Pay it forwards,
Ever forwards.
Don’t miss me when I’m gone.
Celebrate my efforts,
Or carry my torch.
Old Witches,
Dreaming.