CRASHING WAVES
Waves crashing to shore.
I want more and more.
The mist in my face
Keeps me in this place.
The tides dare to peak,
Lulling me to sleep.
This is my spot for now.
Waves, I refuse to bow.
I stand strong on the rocks,
Time passes on the clocks.
Deserted house I might be,
But I stand alone and free.
I can see you.
from inside the mirror.
I will come for you
when you least expect it.
Don’t let your guard down.
Don’t fall asleep.
For soon your life will be over.
You said the words,
“Bloody Mary.”
It’s now too late to take them back.
They are written in blood.
Your blood.
Bloody Mary is here to stay.
End House sits alone and deserted.
Shutters torn and hanging.
Furniture upended.
Shattered pictures.
Shattered dreams.
What happened to the family?
Open the door.
Walk up the battered staircase.
Past the broken statues.
A sigh follows my hesitant steps.
A wind whistles through the empty rooms.
Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.
A scream rips through the rooms below.
Has the family returned,
Or am I the next victim?
The sound of footsteps on the stairs.
I must run.
I must hide.
They’re back.
THE DEAD GAME
All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
My family doesn’t care.
Would you?
A keyhole
Is all that we need.
To see.
To dream.
Let our imagination soar
To the world beyond.
To the unknown.
A peek.
I’ve been on hold
for a long time.
Years have passed
But I’m still waiting.
One day I will have
my answer.
One day someone will
speak to me.
But I will keep waiting
until the end of time.
The waves rise in anger.
The sky burns red.
Birds flee from their perches.
Animals run for hiding.
The tides bring death.
Dark creatures soar from the deep.
They converge on our town
On horseless chariots.
Dark shadows roam the streets.
Tourists grabbed for their deadly games.
All evidence wiped clean in the morning
Of their deadly rampage through town.
THE DEAD GAME
Lonely (by Jørn Allan Pedersen )
Alone can be refreshing,
A walk in the cold snow.
Lonely can be depressing,
A silence that hits you low.
Can we distinguish between the two,
As we listen to our heart’s song?
Our time alone is so rare and few,
Refreshing until it feels wrong.
At this moment I feel alive,
Alone but not lonely in my own place.
My dark spirit yearns to survive,
As I raise my happy face.
Lyric:
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Spin the dreidle light the lights
Ev’ryone stay home tonight
The story is told
The young and the old toge-ther
As twilight greets the setting sun
Light the candles one by one
Remember the past
Traditions that last Forev-er
Come let’s share the joy of Hanukkah
May our friendship grow
as the candles glow
Oh, won’t you
Come and share the joy of Hanukkah
And we’re hoping all
you’re wishing for comes true
Happy Hanukkah, my friend, from me to you!
Candle light or star above
Messages of peace and love
Their meaning is clear
We all were put here as broth-ers
So let’s begin with you and me
Let friendship shine eternally
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SUSANNE LEIST 