ANDERS KRISÁR
An open door waits for you.
Take a chance and walk right through.
Mist envelopes your thin frame.
Time to play a nasty game.
The fog clears, and chess pieces wait
for you to ride through heaven’s gate.
You rub your eyes in disbelief
as you sigh in happy relief.
The sun was playing with your eyes.
Now you see a rainbow of pies.
This can’t be happening, you see.
I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.
A brand new day yawns wide and clear.
I’m safe and have nothing to fear.
Row as far as you can
and as fast as you can
to a place of fantasies
where nothing
is what it seems.
A place where
anything is possible.
Take a chance.
The improbable might
become the possible.
A road that’s not taken
is a road forsaken.
Do not turn your face
from the hectic race.
Follow the bright lights
and achieve great heights.
Do not hang your head in fear
for your time is now and here.
Take your place in the curving line
of others who won’t toe the line.
Rev up your engine and soar
with your foot pressed to the floor.
You have only one chance
in life to sing and dance.
Let this be your time
to not toe the line.
We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.
Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way down the shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help will be on the way.
We can’t return to End House.
Evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
No way are we going back.
Come and take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
We’ll soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.
Footsteps behind us.
Flying creatures above.
Time is now or never.
For us to take our chance.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Row Your Boat
Take out a boat and row.
Row as far as you can.
As fast as you can.
To a place of fantasies.
Dark illusions.
A place where nothing
is what it seems.
Where anything is possible.
Take a chance.
The improbable might
become the possible.
A walk by the sea
is waiting for me.
Salt air in my hair,
Please come over here.
We should take this opportunity
before we can hit our next thirty.
Chances like this are rare.
We are are a lucky pair.
To walk along the beach,
so close within our reach.
andrewbfaris Deep–
Acrylic on Canvas
30″ x 40″
2015
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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.
