HER LOST LOVE

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The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

BLANKET OF WATER

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A soothing blanket of water

Wrapping around my body.

It refreshes and awakens me

To the wonders of the clear world.

I can see fish and dolphins

Swimming below me in the sea.

There’s no other place I’d rather be.

THE MOON FALLS

The moon falls in silence.

Into the sea it sinks.

Head is bowed in prayer.

We all know what it thinks.

“Leave this town right now,”

It says with its might.

It has no strength left

For the next great fight.

The Dead will walk the dark streets.

Shadows leave no trail behind

Of the murder and mayhem

That will all too soon be found.

THE DEAD GAME

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

“I leave the storefronts behind,
With their pastel colors and shiny windows.
Windows eager to let in the famous Oasis sunlight.
I want to reach the beach.
I want to leave work and troubles behind me.
The sand will trickle through my toes.
The sea breeze will propel me forward
To the every-waiting, omniscient ocean.
The waves dance and writhe in their demented dance.
A dance growing wilder and wilder by the minute.
I feel their salty sweat on my face.
The trees join in,
Flapping their branches as if trying to hold hands.
The wind follows last with a rage of its own.
It torments the water and the trees
Until leaves are flying free
And waves are attacking the shore.
Why is this happening?
I should go back to town.
The town behind me is being plummeted.
Roof tops are flying through the air.
Glass crunches beneath my feet.
Windows hang broken and twisted.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once white church stands charcoal black
In the midst of its debris.
A day gone terribly wrong.
Whose fault is it?
The creatures who visit our town at night.
They are determined to destroy each and every one of us.
Are they demons or humans?
Who knows? 
Oasis will never be safe unless these evil ones are annihilated.
We must save our town.
I have friends who will help me.
There are those who doubt our wisdom and abilities.
But we will clean out the riffraff from town.
Don’t get in our way or you might join the garbage.”
Linda turns to find her friends.
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

PLAY ME A SONG

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“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love your singing voice.

But the harp is my choice.

The music soothes my sad soul.

From the day taking its toll.

I need the music today.

Please sit down for me and play.

ICE BURNS HOT

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Aquatic Blue

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone.

They’ll burn you to the bone.

Fire burns hot in the ice.

It doesn’t feel so nice.

When it hits your body,

Time for them to party.

The Dead love to eat.

Humans their best treat.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

THE DEAD GAME

HALLS OF JUSTICE

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Justice is cruel.

It walks the halls.

It moves too slow.

It bends all to its will.

We run from it.

We bow to it.

We fear it.

It takes no prisoners.

INTO THE JUNGLE

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Take me into the jungle.

Across the bamboo bridge.

To where it’s hot and humid.

And exotic creatures come to life.

Branches hit me in the face.

Bugs bite my hands and legs.

Greenery attempts to bury me.

But this is the life I want to live.

FOUR MEN

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I see the men.

They are walking.

Through the cold forest.

Coming closer to my house.

Snow swirls around them.

Their feet crunch on the ice.

There are four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men of the night.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view of them.

I must run.

I must hide.

There are four of them.

LIGHT UP THE WORLD

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Wiggle.

Shake.

Whirl.

Life is good.

Life is beautiful.

In so many ways.

With so many colors.

Purple.

Blue.

Fuchsia.

Do a little dance.

Shake your rainbow.

Light up the world.

A GLIMPSE AWAY

The universe holds surprises.

Creations within its grasp.

Watch it change forms.

Change colors and shades.

Endless formations of grandeur.

Only a glimpse away.

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A PIECE OF HEAVEN FOR ME

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Rijksmuseum Library

Shelves to the ceiling.

Ladders to reach high.

Tables for books.

Chairs for snuggling.

Lamps to give light.

Quiet for contemplation.

A piece of heaven for me.