Tuesday, May 16, 2017

NO SUN


The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before...


The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME


ATTACK OF NATURE



Lightning hits the spot.
Thunder rumbles by.
Clouds flee in horror.
Sky turns black in fear.
End House is under attack.
Nature has its final say.

THE DEAD GAME

RAINDROP



The Dead can appear in disguise
As people like you and me.
They can change forms to hide
Like a raindrop falling from the sky.

THE DEAD GAME

DAYDREAM


Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like...


Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like this I can’t resist.

THE WAVE


A wave hits me in the face.
I can’t keep up with its pace.
It thrashes against the shore.
Making me want so much more.
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A wave hits me in the face.
I can’t keep up with its pace.
It thrashes against the shore.
Making me want so much more.


THE TREE


THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with...

THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its deep shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

TO A TOWN NEAR YOU


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Paradise waits for us.
A perfect oasis.
Waves cascade onto the beach.
Guests lounge around
the hotel’s swimming pool.
Quaint stores dot Main Street.
Life is beautiful.
Until night comes.
Waves hit the shore
with their increasing fury.
The sun bows out.
The moon takes its place.
The night brings The Dead walking
into a town near you.
THE DEAD GAME

A LITTLE MURDER


The mind can be a strange place.
It can think up dark stories.
With monsters and demons.
A little murder and mayhem.
Skulls and bones for decoration.
Maybe your cup of tea is blood.
Your coffee carries some poison.
Let your mind roam the...
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The mind can be a strange place.
It can think up dark stories.
With monsters and demons.
A little murder and mayhem.
Skulls and bones for decoration.
Maybe your cup of tea is blood.
Your coffee carries some poison.
Let your mind roam the darkness.
And maybe beyond.


LILAC LIGHTS


PURPLE HAZE
As I walk slowly in a daze,
Surround me in a purple haze.
I could fall asleep in this tent.
The smell alone is heaven sent.
The scent of lilac is filling my head.
I need to find an appropriate bed.
I will just sit on this bench in the...
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As I walk slowly in a daze,
Surround me in a purple haze.
I could fall asleep in this tent,
The smell alone is heaven sent.
The scent of lilac is filling my head,
I need to find an appropriate bed.
I will just sit on this bench in the sun
And enjoy the lights of the setting sun.


INTO THE WOODS


They live in the woods.
Lights flicker through the trees.
We follow the lights to the glass house,
Lit from within by crystal chandeliers.
Notes of The Waltz drift to us.
Glass walls reveal dancing couples,
Twirling on the dance floor.
Tuxedoed men...

They live in the woods.
Lights flicker through the trees.
We follow the lights to the glass house,
Lit from within by crystal chandeliers.
Notes of The Waltz drift to us.
Glass walls reveal dancing couples,
Twirling on the dance floor.
Tuxedoed men stand guard at the front door.
Snow flakes fall from the dark sky.
Snow in Florida?
The clock strikes midnight.
The couples freeze.
After the last chime,
Dancing commences.
All is not right in the glass house.
All is not right with the town of Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME

MOONLIGHT PAIN


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I cry alone in the dark night.
The sun refuses to share light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world I cannot stay.
Without light I will...


I cry alone in the dark night.
The sun refuses to share light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world I cannot stay.
Without light I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick. 

DARK AS THE NIGHT




I walk with the living at day,
They do not hear a word I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run like the wind past the trees,
Fly through the sky faster than bees.
My true self is hidden away,
I might be a little fey.
At night I walk with others,
They’re close to me like brothers.
Whom am I? you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Take care not to open that door,
You’ll be in hell forever more,

THE DEAD GAME

THE WINDOW


The house in the woods,
Covered by vines and leaves.
Eyes peek out at the sun.
The door stands open.
We walk in.
“Hello, does anyone live here?
Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”
A man and a woman stare at us.
“Welcome to our house.
Would you like to...
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The house at the edge of town,
Covered by vines and leaves.
Eyes peek out at the sun.
The door stands open.
We walk in.
“Hello, does anyone live here?
Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”
A man and a woman stare at us.
“Welcome to our house.
Would you like to see the upstairs?”
The woman asks with a smile.
Shana nods eagerly.
I follow them upstairs.
Children’s bedrooms sit empty,
Perfect shrines with dolls and toys.
“Would you like to see the attic?”
The woman turns to us.
I shake my head.
Shana nods.
An empty room faces us.
The rocking chair begins to rock.
Back and forth.
The man’s dark eyes find us.
“We watch End House from here.
We are The Watchers.”
The rocking chair faces the window.
End House looms in the distance.
Who is rocking the chair?
A vampire Watcher?
Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.
It rocks back and forth.
THE DEAD GAME

NO WAY OUT




Lost in a field of daisies.
Falling between the stalks.
Covered by their leaves.
Pulled down by their roots.
Darkness buries me.
Dirt envelopes me.
Illusion becomes reality.
A nightmare becomes hell.
No way out for me.
Only the faces of daisies.

THE DEAD love their games.
THE DEAD GAME

Monday, May 8, 2017

TO THE LIMIT





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Take the night to the limit.
The road to its end.
The sun to its setting.
Life to its climax.
No stone left unturned.
No drama left undone.
No sentence left unsaid.
Take the night to its limit.