Kringloop der seizoenen / Seasons Cycle

red rose bud
is the living proof
of a new beginning

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freshly new rose bud
long awaited living proof
of a brand new start

Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis

Rozenknop

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rode rozenknop
vormt het levende bewijs
van een nieuw begin

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freshly new rose bud
long awaited living proof
of a brand new start

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The Great Wall of China

Graffiti Lux and Murals

This is a classic style Graffiti Mural. It has an image & writing.

This is part of the Seven Wonders of the World series in Chinatown east.

Recently, Professional Moron posted a book review on the book: The Great Wall of China: by Franz Kafka. Below is an image of the wall that goes with the post. Click on the pic to go to that post.

Many facts about the Great Wall are spelled out in the post, and it definitely worth reading.

Pics taken by Resa – April 22, 2018

Toronto, Canada

The Artists: This painting is part of a project of 7 wonders of the world. Mike Kennedy became project coordinator. Many  artists, including students  were involved.

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Waving~


Waves on tropical reefs,

sing,


a constant lullaby.

Island breezes,


carry,


flower scented air.

As the sun sets,

you doze and dream of mermaids,

waving from the sea.

Cheers to you from the peaceful Cooks~
(We are home at The Holler now, but I have a few more tranquil images from The Cooks to share with you).

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NATURE HAS SPOKEN

Source:

 

Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

The sky turns black in fear.

Our town is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

THE DEAD GAME

SHADES OF RED

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Shades of red fall from the sky,

They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.

Red falls from the darkening sky.

It covers the grass with its bright hue.

My face burns hot from its touch

as blood pumps faster through my heart.

The creatures track my desperate retreat

through the deserted woods.

I will be one with them all too soon.

 

TRAPPED IN HELL

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

 

The forest grows dark.

It has come alive.

Wooden arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance

to the moans of the wind.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

THE DEAD GAME

NIGHT FALLS

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Rising from down under.

Below our calm waters.

Beneath our heavenly paradise.

They come to our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until night falls once more.

THE DEAD GAME

GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

Come and take a quick look

Or you can read my book.

THE DEAD GAME

DRIPPING WITH SIN

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    The waves are churning.

    My face is burning.

    What’s coming for me?

    I don’t want to see.

    It rises from the deep

    when all are fast asleep.

    The Dead come ashore.

    For me, they’ve come for.

    There’s nowhere to run or hide.

    I refuse to take their side.

    The Dead will not win.

    They’re dripping with sin.

    THE DEAD GAME