True Persuasion: Money Game

SURRENDER TO

THE NIGHT

Surrender to the night, after the

Fading of the

Twilight.

Rest your weary eyes,

When the day has

Gone by.

When the sun has grown cold,

And the stars turns

To gold.

Cast off your worries, and leave

Your troubles

Behind.

Close your eyes softly, with

Love on your

Mind.

Surrender to the night, when the

Night is young. With the

Melody of a

Love song.

With the magic of sweet dreams,

That flows like rivers

And streams.

Give a kind regards, to Venus and mars.

Where the heavenly bodies

Plays among

The stars.

Smell the evening aroma of spring.

And the sweet scent that

Spring flowers

Bring.

When the milky way put on a show.

Bathing in the light

Of the moon

Glow.

Surrender to the night, where

The air is fresh

And polite.

Where the stars glitter like diamonds

In the sky, and angels

Take wings

And fly.

When the day has come and gone,

Disappearing from sight.

Fix your eyes, and

Partake of the

Moonlight.

Surrender to the night

I SEE LOVE

I see love, in the winter grove,

where the spring

flowers

grows.

In the brooks and streams,

the rocky mountains

where the waterfall

careen.

In the freshly grown flower,

that sprouts after

a summer

shower.

In the green valleys,

that greets the

sunrise, as it

passes by.

I see love, in a gentle smile,

in the heights

of the blue

sky.

The fresh breeze that

blow over the

summer

days.

In the soft wind

that touches

upon my

face.

The beauty of your charm,

When I’m caressed

in your

arms.

With the warmth of

grace, in a full

embrace.

A cool summer evening,

when the air

is calm and

easy.

I see love, in the way you

speak my name,

a touch from

your gentle

hand.

The day we met,

a portrait of

the sunset.

In the birds that fly,

spreading wings

in the sky.

By the light of the stars above.

I See Love

BLACK SPIDER

Upon your pillow whence lies your head. A

Black Spider has crept into your bed.

Out of the night she came, running from the

rain.

Weaving a tangled web, hearing the sound

of wedding bells. Lady in disguise, wearing

a deceitful smile,

You May Kiss The Bride.

Sleeping in the bed of her cobweb,

cuddling with the Black Spider from hell.

Her name flows across the lips of strangers,

she is addicted to danger.

Your mind is zapped, your feet are wrapped.

Into her web you are trapped, by the goddess

of death. As she lay by your side,

You May Kiss The Bride.

She came lacing the air with her scented

perfume, taken from the sleeping month of

June.

Dressed in black, holding nothing back.

Wearing a necklace painted in gold,

reflecting the dying love that she once stole.

Hanging from the ceiling, messing with your

feelings.

Spinning a web in the overhead, spewing a

laser beam of scarlet red.

Tugging at the strings of your heart,

slithering in the dark.

Captured by her charm, and the lure of her

eyes,

You May Kiss The Bride.

Black Widow, from down below. Swinging

from a silk thread, playing with your head.

Her lips are laced with the taste of sweet

wine, she waits in a silk sheet that your eyes

seeks to find.

Caught in a poisonous web, into her arms

you have fell, but before you die,

You May Kiss The Bride.

Black Spider

SMILE NOW

Smile now, while the morning is new.

Welcoming the fresh

Morning dew.

Cry softly for just a moment.

Things are not always

As they seem.

Smile now, to let

Your heart

Dream.

Smile like the blossom of a springtime

Flower. Let it shine like

The golden sun, and

Sparkle like

The stars.

Smile now, in the face of sorrow,

Shedding tears only

For tomorrow.

Smile before the need to cry,

With jubilant in

your eyes.

Smile now, creating the joy

Your heart prefer

to feel.

Leaving no room to drown

In your own

Tears.

Pour out the baggage of your

grief. Smile now, for a

Sweet relief.

Bring on the sunshine after

the rain. Smile now,

To relieve the

Pain.

Smile Now

Then cry later

THE EAGLES FLY AT

MIDNIGHT

On the evening of a cold winter day, the sun was slowly drifting away. About to touchdown behind the tall trees, that lines the edge of the winter woods.

I had just finished raking up the fallen leaves, and cutting the grass in the yard of the nearby church. I was headed back home, moving right along.

Driving my father’s pickup truck with the lawn mower in back, drinking from a jar of apple juice trying to relax.

My father would loan the pickup to me when it was time to mower the grass, I was driving kind of fast.

From the rear view mirror I could see clouds of dust barreling into the air coming from beneath the truck.

Hear the rocks banging on its underbelly as I was punching buttons on the radio, listening to my favorite tunes, I would be getting home soon.

Traveling the dusty road, keeping an eye on the movement of the lawn mower, as I drove.

I noticed a rather large bird flapping it’s wings up ahead, at the road’s edge. In the vicinity of the cemetery, where it gets kind of scary.

I stopped, and exited the truck. In a bundle of wire the bird was stuck. I reached down to unravel it from the strands of twisted wire when it growled at me.

Hold on there little fellow, I’m here to give you a helping hand, if I may, if I can, I gently spoke to it.

When I had loosed the bird from its snare, it fell backward into a ditch that lined the side of the dusty road, he appeared to be injured and cold.

I reached down, picked him up, and started to return to the pickup truck with bird in hand. That’s when I laid eyes on a strange man.

He was carrying a long wooden staff. He stood nearby, wearing tinted glasses on his eyes. Hey boy, where are you going with that bird?" he calmly inquired.

Oh, I’m going to nurse him back to health, he has been injured, I replied, with the bird by my side.

Who are you? I asked. Who I am is not important, but you can call me Winfield," he revealed.

What might your name be? he asked. My name is Elie, I replied, as he stared into my eyes. Do you know what kind of bird that is? the man asked. No I don’t, I replied, about to take the bird for a ride.

That’s an eagle. Take him back to that cemetery over there, where murderous and thieves are buried, the man stated, as he pointed toward the burial ground, near the area where the eagle was found.

You better get rid of him! I tell you. Get rid of him before it is too late, I tell you straight, the man cry out as he looked round about. But he can’t fly, I replied.

The Eagles Fly at Midnight, the man declared, lifting his hand, pointing a finger into the air.

That eagle is possessed with demons of evil spirits. Take him back to the cemetery, where evil men are buried."

Buried with their evil ways. Men that carried the spirits of demons all their living days.

I started to drive away with the eagle riding on the seat next to me, I turned to say so-long to the stranger. It appeared that he had gone, vanished like the whirlwind, twisting in a spin.

A stranger to my eyes, dressed in a long plaid coat, standing nearby. His hair and beard were woolly gray, blending with the day.

The ends of his trousers reached all the way down, covering his shoes, kissing the ground.

I pulled into the driveway, at the end of the day. After arriving home I made a birdcage, placed the eagle inside, hoping to keep him alive.

What is your name? I called out to the eagle. You are a symbol on gold, and all the money to behold. Coins of silver, mightier than the river.

I’m going to call you famous, because you are known worldwide, with your eagle eyes.

I turned and ran to my grandparent house, who lived just up the street near my family of nine siblings, and two parent.

My Grandfather told me a story about three eagles that lived in a toxic land deep inside the winter woods.

He said that the eagles were possessed, and tormented by the spirit of demons, that they are living between two worlds in a task to survive, needing tainted blood to stay alive, or they would die.

That the bird I brought home, never fly along, he had two brothers, and together they roam the night sky.

My Grandfather told me to be very careful, because the brothers might return, looking for the lost one. Folks called them Demites, meaning The Eagles Fly at Midnight.

He went on to say that the demons have existed since the beginning of time. Taking over the body of earthly creatures controlling the minds. Washed in sin, living within.

He let me know that this was not just mumbo jumbo. That it was real, and it was so.

These eagles were living their lives the way it was handed to them. Just trying to get along, by no fault of their own.

As time slipped by, Famous had slowly recovered. He had grew larger and stronger.

One afternoon when I returned home from a hard days work, I was shocked and dismayed. The eagle had sprung from it’s cage.

Famous was gone, perhaps returned to his toxic home, the place where demons roam.

Days had extended into weeks, weeks into months. It was the night of my friend’s birthday.

His girlfriend was giving a surprise party, and the action was just getting started.

We were dancing the night away, women and men had come out to play. Partygoers were consuming lot of alcohol, seeming to be having a ball.

It was getting hot inside, no one could deny. The night was fare, I stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air.

Then bam! I was hit right between my eyes, by a stare coming from the three eagles that nestled nearby.

Proud and bold, They set atop a lamp pole. Directly in front of the establishment as