Happy Halloween from Ishaisms

Sea shanty Since Halloween is a time for the quirky and the shenanigans, I'm breaking a wordpress norm (I assume), and instead of my usual creepy poem, am posting this creepy little song I recorded last year. Happy Halloween, all! xo

Choices

I’m torn between what the heart wants and what people do. Though it seems not like the wisest act to give in to those around, I cannot help but mistrust my heart as the days go by. Every choice I’ve ever made by heart has not been mine to make, and has betrayed me in…

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Good nights

Oh my star crossed lovewhat about all the good nightsyet to be whispered? ©

Mrs. Chandelier

Mrs. Chandelier she was called in those partsshe hosted many a party for the elite folk in grand halls and boathouses and yatchstook pride in her looks and lots of photos Mrs. Chandelier was a socialite (no butterfly)confident, personable and a muse to many artists and painters who'd recreate her smile Her best friend- her…

And she laments…

Listen to her lament in sepulchral tones by ivory moon glade upon the shy river; she cries for one whose heart is her home, and longs for the return of her sweet lover... The robin flits out of its crude, leafy domain, pausing a moment at the lamenter to gaze - a song so piquant,…