ONE SONG
Sing me a love song.
Rhyme me a sad tale.
The woe of heartbroken lovers
whose tinny cries take to the air.
The needle rides the grooves.
Round in a circle, it goes.
No beginning or end.
Like a tear that refuses to fall.
A song without an end.
The melody echoes through eternity.
One jump and scratch at a time.
Is really so pretty!
The historic old pubs are lovely,
and fun to explore,
on a good, old-fashioned Irish pub-crawl.
You are guaranteed to make friends because the people are warm, friendly, and often just a tad tipsy!
Dublin is a vibrant, colorful city,
justifiably proud,
of its artistic and literary history.
I am still home at The Holler, but it’s cheers to you from beautiful Dublin~
A casualty of war.
A casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
Broken.
Silenced forever.
Say a prayer for me.
How does it feel
to free fall?
Allow yourself
to take the leap.
Sail through the air.
Freedom.
Escape.
What does it feel like?
I’ll let you know
once I hit the water.
The bright lights of a city.
The excitement.
The noise.
It entices you.
It takes you on a ride.
Holiday time like no other.
Light the way.
Nature takes back.
It waits.
Patient.
For time to pass.
Every so slowly.
Then it reaches in.
And takes back its own.
The evil lies within.
Each of us has the voice.
The voice enticing us to be bad.
It offers suggestions for revenge.
Immoral ways to succeed.
It never sleeps.
It appears in our nightmares.
Forever ready to lead us
down dark pathways.
Always on the hunt for
new followers.
We don’t have to feed it.
But let it starve.
Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}
Walk the night.
The cold wraps you in a cocoon
filled with the fresh scent of snowfall.
Listen as the snow falls.
It brushes the ground and branches
with a white brushstroke against a dark canvas.
Look to the twinkling stars.
Bright spots dodge grey clouds
to peek at the dusted ground below.
Snowflakes mist your hair
and land on your tongue.
Take a deep breath.
Engage your senses.
Walk the night.
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW
We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.
The Dead Game
A THANKSGIVING SPIN
Sweet and tasty it may be.
It does not come for free.
Life was given up
For this group to sup.
What are your holiday wishes?
And what could be the side dishes?
Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate
May satisfy your cravings of late.
Enjoy!
SUSANNE LEIST 