When autumn mists fill the air,

I, with wonder and amazement,

Stop and stare.

Reflections of life and love that cross my mind.

Was all, in fact,

A waste of my time?

Each year, at nature's life cycles end,

I reflect on where I am,

And also, where I been.

Counting the costs, As it may seem.

All is not lost afterall,

For there is still time to dream.

© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson

Blessing In Disguise

I have felt the pain of both flesh and heart.

And have tasted life's pleasures too.

And from myself, have felt torn apart.

But in all of it, only stronger I grew.

I have those moments of doubt,

Like everyone else, I'm sure.

But lift myself up and out,

And try to endure.

It's not easy being me, I feel.

But I wouldn't want to be you.

With your own problems with which to deal,

And your own set of dilema's to see through.

I just wish it could all be easier to do,

All the things we encounter in life.

I'm sure you'd agree too,

Life's easier with no strife.

But with each little battle we fight,

Our character only stronger grows.

And with the shed of that light,

My problems are no longer woes.

So bring it on!

© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson

Lonely

I find my mind sometimes wandering,

Searching for what I really need.

With mixed thoughts and pondering,

On what my soul has to feed.

Money and material wealth,

Not necessarily something I care about,

I do enjoy my good health,

But it doesn’t really bring any joy out.

The touch of another’s hand,

A gentle night’s kiss,

Long walks, talks, and

The other things I miss.

Loneliness prays,

On the minds of the weak,

Seemingly never ending days,

Outlook turning bleak.

But I am strong,

So here I wait,

For not matter how long,

I await my fate.

© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson

Killer

On the streets and alleyways, My prey I stalk,

I look normal, like the boy next door.

From my hiding place, I watch them as they walk,

My need and desire, building more and more.

I have to wait, for the right time and place,

Somewhere dark, when they are alone.

There they will disappear, without a trace,

My dark deed, then it’ll be sown.

With my urges I have no desire, with them to fight,

After all it’s what I crave, what I need.

I keep them hidden during the day, out of sight,

Except for my victims, on which I prey and feed.

I am the one, the one you’ll least expect,

Even as you feel the sting of my blade.

Only then will you learn proper respect,

And that of me, to be very afraid.

© Copyright By Scott L. McPherson