Nightmares Trapped, forever lost within the maze gray mist swirls around, clouds my eyes. I look up, can’t see just gray, gray, gray. Beyond the gray lies the night, the long empty dark the cold voices screaming in the wind. Voices, voices from the past angry, hate-filled longing to remove me forever from this earth. One clawed hand stretches out and makes a grab… And then I wake, damp with my own tears sobbing like a child, not ready to greet the dawn of a new day. Copyright: Farah Khan, 2001.  All Rights Reserved.

Teaching in The Bible Belt Moondancer come and sing to me your songs of old whispering dragonfly wings beat against my cheek life envelops me inside my  circle hidden in your giant circle of white-hooded bodies in a field of burning crosses where they would burn my body to save my soul the burning crosses march around me and Thor and Diana and Zeus even Odin the all-father rain down to fall like dust upon the frowning crosses and the dead forefathers rise out of their beds to put out the hate flames and bring back the trees. Copyright: Farah Khan, 2001.  All Rights Reserved.

Are You a Vampire Too? Can you swim, can you drown? Will you smile, or will you frown? Why does a star fall from the sky? Why do people live and die? Do the dying live, Or do the living die? If the waters close above your head, Will you find the strength to rise from bed? These questions you ask of me, you ask the questions that burn within my already damned soul and I am powerless Caught in your gaze like prey. You smile at me now, You have much to learn young one, about the ways; the ins and outs of this crazy mortal world are sometimes a mystery even to us. But you, my child you are ahead of them all. Now I smile, bitter and sweet and angry, furious at a god and a world that pushed me ahead, further than the rest. They say innocence is bliss, but I wouldn’t know, innocence was never my gift. Now you place upon my shoulder a cold hand, strangely alive and read my eyes with a gaze hypnotic in the power of it’s knowledge. I know you are angry, you hate who you are, who they made you become, but come, learn to rejoice. Learn to love and smile in the dark. And as I begin my trek, travelling deep inside my own head, I see a beam of silver light, shine down, showing me my path of right. Copyright: Farah Khan, 2001. ARR.