Can one soul live many lives?

Does one simply go on?

What do you think?

Have we lived lives that are bygone?

Was I an alchemist in ancient Europe?

Or a Scottish warrior full of brawn?

Does a soul jump from one life to the next?

Do we belong to earlier times of bygone?

Did I walk the ancient Celtic path?

Discovering a new life at dawn

Teaching and writing as a bard or druid

Did I live in ancient days of bygone?

Do we have twin flames that cross our walk?

In the Universe's game are we only a pawn?

Do we really have soulmates?

Am I forever affected by my days of bygone?

when did we become

just another cliche, just 

another two ships

that passed in the night

how did we become

initials carved into a tree

only to drift apart

with the passage of time

we've  become trees

lost in a mist

our individuality hidden

became forests again  

Within Icelandic mythology resides a monster

Gryla is her name

She lives in the mountains of Iceland

Searching for bad children at Christmas time is her game

Her offspring are called the Yule Lads

Gryla has been married several times

And lives with the big black Yule Cat

Gryla does die in her story....sometimes

Oh, 2016 may well tighten its grip 

But right throught it's fingers, now Carrie will slip

America's shedding a tear in its strife 

As our Princess Leia fights hard for her life 

The Death Star's horizon arriving to say

"I've come here to take Carrie Fisher away."

And we won't allow it; she gave us the play 

The layout, schematics, and so she will stay

Oh, 2016, we just blew up your core

Disperse into history; bye; there's the door

The star systems gather; the Force is with her

No, don't give up, Carrie- on that we concur

Science said

That you

And I

Were lightning bolts

And watered bodies.

Chances were

That we would

Pass alone

In distance,

But strike

And struck

We did.

All Hallows' Eve, a liminal time

When boundaries between worlds are not so defined.

Spirits may cross, so be mindful your treads

And don a costume to ward off the dead.

On this Samhain, the harvest has ended

The veil is thin, and the dead have descended

Make an offering and feast, but show no fear

Propitiate the spirits to be in the clear

Ensuring your survival for the coming drear.

Light the bonfire and cleanse in the smoke

Take some flames back to light the hearth in your home.

Guise home to home in exchange for some food

Recite verses to impress so the dead don't pursue.

Hollow a pumpkin with a face carved grotesque

Use as a lantern should the dead manifest

Ward off evil spirits with your ghoulish display

Or dance with the evil midst the dark and decay

On this Halloween night, when our world's veil is thin

And the dead can mingle with the living again

Revel with the spirits in your grisly disguise

When the living appear dead and the dead seem alive.