picked up a tip from a spector whispering by

she whistled; “do what is right, do what is just; use your mind and you can fly”

at first it seemed odd to take notes from an unliving host

but then i realized she’s seen more than most

and as thoughts began to take hold, along came a leprechaun a millennia old

and the words he spoke were “respect all; that IS the pot of gold”

and as he saw the words he spoke; i took of note; he vanished into a beggars cloak

as i tried to understand what i had seen, along came dwarves of three

they happily cheered to me “love, love, love is the way to be”

then along came the devil and i was scared out of my mind

but he spoke “worry not child, you are not one of mine”

“the things you’ve witnessed are all true, and i’m not here for you”

“you’ve learned a valuable lesson from me; ‘to trust, is not to believe’”

wrote a new poem. if you want to see it, let me know

poem/life

maybe life is depressing

we all secretly enjoy the rainy days

maybe to truly live you gotta be mean

choosing to die, we stay nice and lost in the maze

i haven’t had a good day if i haven’t felt pain

white wedding dresses asks to be stained

filling up the walls with empty picture frames

loosing my blood in the wind

i feel like a psycho who loves the void

sins are strictly paper thin

ghosts love to play hop scotch - don’t interrupt - they get very, very annoyed

and i’m dancing to the broken hooked on phonics record

eagles who throw away their cell phones, learn to soar

i swear, with all the people in the world, people are a bore

even the devil gets lonely

and the people in heaven still get sad

we all want skills like bruce lee

but we’re happier to miss what we once had

~Nicholas Wilde