PINK FANTASY

FANTASYI dream of a placeWhere time stands still.Petals fly from trees,A pink hue cast on all.Climb the stairs to the castle,Where fantasies come to life.The warm breeze carries musicOn swirling rainbows of light.Pretty maidens dance in circlesAround the courtyard of flowers.Men become drunk on gigglesAnd flirty stares cast their way.Who is the ruler of this paradise?It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

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I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees,
A pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And flirty stares cast their way.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.
 

THE GRIM REAPER

Something is waiting for me.

Outside my front door.

I can sense its presence.

Can it be death?

Am I ready for it?

No one can be ready.

It comes for us when

we are the least prepared.

If I shut the door,

will it go away?

It’s moving closer to the house,

smacking repeatedly against the window.

Bang.

Bang.

I peek out.

A branch from the tree

is waving in the breeze.

This time I was lucky.

What about the next time?

I better be ready.

DARK SHADOWS LEAVE NO FOOTPRINTS

An oasis where dreams come true.
Palm trees wave in the warm breeze.
Birds sing a happy tune of their own.
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
In torrents of wind across the sand.
Where dark shadows leave no footprints.
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME

TROPICAL PARADISE

Oasis offers a tropical paradise.

Palm trees swaying in the breeze.

Bodies lying in the hot sun.

Baking to their hearts’ content.

Cool water to soothe their flesh.

Fresh water or salt on display.

The night brings the trade winds.

Accompanied by dark shadows.

Visitors to the Florida town.

Ready to play their nightly games.

A game for one or two.

It’s all up to you.

THE DEAD GAME

RISING

 

Rising from down under.

Below our calm waters.

Beneath our heavenly paradise.

They come to our shores.

To join with the ones in Oasis.

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

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WAVES OF BLUE AND GREEN

 

 

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.