I blame HP Lovecraft for tainting my childhood. Now I'm not afraid of the dark, but what might be hiding in the dark...

And while im In sappy mode....

Box of Rain - just to quote the Grateful Dead here

Look out of any window
any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
birds are winging or
rain is falling from a heavy sky -
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
this is all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago
Walk out of any doorway
feel your way, feel your way
like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
around some corner
where it's been waiting to meet you -
What do you want me to do,
to watch for you while you're sleeping?
Well please don't be surprised
when you find me dreaming too


Look into any eyes
you find by you, you can see
clear through to another day
I know it's been seen before
through other eyes on other days
while going home --
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago


Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through


Just a box of rain -
wind and water -
Believe it if you need it,
if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower -
Wind and rain -
in and out the window
like a moth before a flame


It's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
or leave it if you dare
But it's just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
and a short time to be there

In candle's glow
the light reflects
into your eyes
with hidden depths
that I might see
you softly smile
and brush aside
that solem glance
to show beneith
the smile of love
and all it means
to see your joy
my soul complete
my heart releaced
to see you smile
once more

Lord Byron, I am not.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
No, the metaphor is too poor -
the sun is hot, unpleasent, blinding,
the day too long, the insects buzz
no summer day are you, my love

"How do I love thee?"
Oh how I have tried to count the ways
Myriad and many as the grains of sand on the shore
yet no words can frame the width and bredth of love
and I must rely on childhood's faith
that you know what I cannot
find words to say, my love

And I would make for you that bed of roses
and give to you those thousand posies
yet I know I cannot win you
with coral clasps and amber studs
or any other such baubles of love
I am no shepherd and I have no flock
No gifts will win you, my love

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There you are always
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy
your memory a constant
the only constant
in the ripples of the stream
that is you, in too few words, my love

And lo, though My beloved is mine, and I am his,
am I the thorns that suround the lily,
am I the wood around the apple tree
and though the winter is past, the rain is over and gone
I am left here still searching for words

This is why I sleep with a Fork under my pillow
or
Why never to finish Neuromancer at 5am

Falling into stateless sleep
dreaming of electronic sheep
lost within the MIDI loop
sounds that light the cybernetic moon
dreams in silicon, dreams in wire,
molybendium, polophony choir,
the tides of data, restless relentless
some sleeping dream fish
vanishes in a furl of irridescent fin
lost in phiber, from the meat
dreaming circits cannot sleep
mirrors watching without eyes
careful, careful, who is the spy?
dreaming sheep, dolly's twin
made of foam and synthaskin
wire wool and cromed cloven feet
is this the new devil in
the synthetic wool skin of the sheep?
and now my toaster looks at me
deep dreaming sleepless eyes
of toast crumbs and berry jam
this is why I sleep
with a fork under my pillow

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