something grows behind the staircase.

in the world behind the staircase

light seems to trick the eye

colors swirl around

fliting image just out of sight

music leads to garden's door

where children may find magic

and elders get their lore

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in the world behind the staircase

legends live to play and grow

a child's mind springing

from enchantments only known

to those who are not seeking

but looking to be found

magic reminiscing

as Spring breaks ground once more

nightmare

breath falls ___uneven
eyes refuse to see
fists held before
___________protective futility
ears strain ___waiting
heart beats ___once
skin crawls ___shivers
soul forever ___lost

Nothing is Ordinary

Pause, for a moment
and clear the mind
in this world of rush
you must take the time
for moments.

Quiet yourself
and allow your eyes
to open upon the world
each moment is full of life, energy, emotion

Without this, existence fails.

In this world of rush
competition is law
we forget selflessness
and allow spite to rule over all.

Pause, for a moment.

In quiet rain

I

listen in the dark
to the soft hum and slow skip
of one young thing
makin' her way home.

wearing thin white cotton and carrying those shoes
she sings herself a quiet love song.
rise to watch her dance across grass
new and glistenin' with quiet rain

pale skin in new spring
illuminated by soft glowing moonlight
one young thing
makin' her way home.

Ghost in the Forest

I typically don't give directions on how my work should be read, but this one is an exception.  Read slowly aloud in a deep, spooky voice that stretches the vowels, as though you are slowly slipping into a deep madness.  

in the land of quicksand

your soul is lost in eternal time

the more you struggle and thrash around

the deeper you sink into the ground

if you stop and just float 

you may later boast 

to living a life quite long

if within controlled chaos 

you see reason and choice

you may yet find the way out

just follow this voice:

in the land of quicksand

your soul is lost in eternal time

the more you struggle and thrash around

the deeper you sink into the ground

spring

Sun warms skin even as I shiver against that breeze.

I watch you smile, climbing through grass to meet me.

Settling down for good

and a nap in the grass

I realize this is beautifully easy.