The Boogeyman

Once a night, the Boogeyman visits 
kids who stay up, kids who are bad, 
and kids who don’t believe. Under 
the bed and inside your head,  
the Boogeyman creeps around. 
The Boogeyman lurks without 
a sound. He hangs around. He 
waits for the perfect moment 
to become visible. He attacks 
in the dead of the night when 
the parents cut off the light. 
During the day, the Boogeyman 
takes the shape of a politician, 
a teacher, a secretary, a mom, 
a dad, a pastor, a police officer, 
or a homeless man under 
the bridge. The Boogeyman 
returns to his true form after 
he conforms. Beware of his 
gaze. Don’t make eye contact 
as it serves as an unwritten 
contract. Have no fear. Don’t 
be scared. All you need to be 
is aware. Sleep tight tonight. 
If something doesn’t feel right, 
get up and turn on the light. 

The Final Stage

The final stage is in range.
The blood, sweat, and tears
were sincere. The highs
and lows that I felt
were never in vain.
I push off the shore into
the final stage. My boat
floats without resistance
toward a solitary island
in the distance. Onward,
I go: it’s coming to a close.
The final stage is where
I must be. There’s a final
boss that I must beat.
The last, final stage
will be the best one
I will have played
in this fateful game.



The Spiral

There are those who make laws
and those who break laws.
There are those who fall
in the middle: standing on
the thin line dividing the two.
Laws are made – and broke:
changed – rearranged -repealed.
There is man’s law, and there is
God’s law. The law of the land,
the law of attraction, the law
of inertia, or the law of cause
and effect are just some laws
in place to keep all life safe.
Both sides of the law form
a perfect circle: a cycle of sorts
that will continue to spiral.
Good will always be at war
with evil, and love will always
fight hate. Destiny will always
challenge fate. Lawmakers
will always need lawbreakers.
The vicious cycle goes full circle
regardless of the side we choose.




The Shape Shifter

It can change its face.
It can take your place.
It can shift its shape.
It can live inside us all.
It can burn all the love
you have left. It can hurt
the soul. It can pull you
more than you know.
It can grow fast. It can
control your thoughts.
It can tell you to be
someone new. It can look
like me or you. It can start
there and come here. Don’t
be fooled. The evil lurking
around can shape shift.
It can take you away
from yourself. Don’t let it.
Don’t run. Face your fear
and look in the mirror.
Don’t disappear. Combat
the evil with peace, love.
Allow the light to guide you
to a feeling you once knew.

Dance with the Devil

Lights. Camera. Action.

No time for relaxin’

As I spent a fraction

Of my life reacting.

Through my days,

I rely on a mood

That brings forth

My best attitude.

Now the process begins.

My name is yelled

And I present myself.

Silence fills the room

Eyes become wide.

But I don’t hide.

“Are you ready?”

Says the guy.

“Yes!” I cried.

Feeling alive,

I enter a room.

That just so happens

To be my tomb.

Shocked and confused,

I naturally refuse.

Tears drop like rain

And to my surprise,

I feel no pain.

I face the man

And see his eyes

And see a story 

Of my demise.

But I turn around,

Leaving after a minute

Because I realized

That I’m not finished.