“Painting On The Wall” by Trevor Witt
Surreal paint swirling on the wall,
Before my eyes, I watch you fall.
Drops of dye lying on the floor,
To another world, you are my door.
Portal into dimensions unreal,
My imagination you unseal.
Colors flowing like rivers,
Textured, layered like sediment,
You are the gateway.
You are my opened eyes.
“This Haunted Night” by Trevor Witt
There is no end to this sleepless night.
There is no predestined end to this flight.
This bird migrates far beyond the realm of comfort.
This creature travels secretly to evade the jurisdiction of the heart’s court.
Tales of magic carpets and beasts, princesses and pirates,
Tales of sorcerers and witches, castles and dungeons,
Tease the bird, luring it away from its flock, and into the night sky alone,
Until the bird has given up the day, and all the light it has ever known.
The night breathes life into mystery,
Rekindling days burned and lost to history.
The spells of ancient wizards come to life,
And the demons awake to sow strife.
Zombies and gargoyles wander through the town,
Ghosts and vampires seduce every mortal around.
This haunted night dulls my senses, yet pierces my heart.
My nerves are frayed, my eyes are fried, and I am whole.
“Bitter Fruit” by Trevor Witt
Why do you torture yourself with fantasies?
Why do you imagine yourself in paradise?
The illusion of a place without problems is the source of your torment.
How are you unable to see that your challenges are heaven sent?
In order to make you stronger,
In order to make you wiser,
Struggles have been given to you by G-d.
So take the time to understand your puzzles.
Take the time to enjoy the pain.
For it is the bitter that makes the sweet
Fruits a delight to eat.
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