THE CURVE

 

THE CURVE

Takes one to be different.

To strike out alone.

To pave the road.

For others.

 

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THE HOUSE WAITS

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THE HOUSE WAITS

The sun falls to earth.

The moon begins its reign.

A dark reign over the world.

Over Oasis, Florida

And End House.

 

Take me to The Dead.

I want to see them.

Make them pay 

For what they have done.

For taking my friends.

 

Flapping wings fill the air.

They converge on the house.

Waiting for the battle to begin.

A battle to the death.

Time has come for the game to end.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DOOR


Acrylic on Canvas
30″ x 40″
2015

THE DOOR

The door appears.

Illusion or fantasy.

Hallucination or dream.

The colors.

The chance.

To escape.

From the here and now.

To the end and gone.

I’m going.

Don’t bother looking for me.

I’ll be behind the door.

TAKE ME DOWN

“Master of the books”, Waldemar Bartkowiak

 

TAKE ME DOWN

Down to the nether reaches.

Where fantasy rules the day.

Where books rule supreme.

I want to float in glory.

Bask in the pages.

Smell the scents.

Fill my mind with stories.

Ah….

DEATH

 

 

DEATH

Death is coming.

I wait in the darkness.

I can’t close my eyes.

I can hear the raindrops.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

I can hear my heart.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

On and on its goes.

Through the dark night.

Will the morning ever come?

 

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RETREAT

 

 

RETREAT

A place for our dreams,

An earthly retreat.

Follow my heart’s beat. 

Can you feel the heat?

 

The earth is alive.

Its core is on fire.

Come with me, darling.

I feel your desire.

 

It’s all too soon gone.

The door is closing.

It’s being washed out

By the sea’s hosing.

 

Don’t run from the truth.

Please come back to me.

You can’t turn away.

I know you love me.

 

 

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THE FIGHT






THE FIGHT

 
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
 
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
 
I prefer day
When the sun shines.
The night is fey,
Dark through the pines.
 
Night into day.
Day into night.
Days become grey,
No strength to fight.