THE ROAD TO OASIS

colors trees

 

 

Take the road to Oasis.
A bright and sunny road
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.

The Oasis Hotel waits with open arms.
High archways invite sea breezes.
Tourists lounge by the pool. 
No worries or despairs.

Until night falls.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
And on the white-sanded beach.
No worries or despairs.

No worries or despairs
For those who take care.
Death for those who do not.

THE DEAD GAME

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I WILL RETURN

 

 

Stop me.

Cage me.

Bury me.

Beneath the house.

In the dungeons.

I will return

And take back the town.

THE DEAD GAME

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The story continues in Book 2.

EVIL TWIN

Nomad

 

 

The light beckons to me,

Calls from deep in the sea.

I’m tempted you can see.

I do want to be free.

 

I step inside,

Nowhere to hide.

The walls move in.

It’s dark as sin.

 

A door opens right before me

To a sky as clear as can be.

People walk the streets.

Music throbs and beats.

 

It’s a town that resembles mine

With picturesque streets looking fine.

My friend stops to wave and walks to me.

I turn my gaze to the sand and sea.

 

How can this be?

This town can’t be.

A copy of my town.

I cannot help but frown.

 

As friends join the first,

My mind threatens to burst.

I can’t handle another dream.

It’s not as nice as it may seem.

 

My town has deadly powers buried inside

And now has an evil twin to join its side.

I cannot handle this anymore.

I had more than enough blood and gore.

 

The story continues in book two.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

IN THE GREEN

 

 

Green grows deep in the forest,

slithering up the tall trees,

digging holes in the brown earth.

The earth rumbles and quakes,

yearning to free itself

from the shackles of green

tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is slathered in the lime color

as a green mist gathers and circles.

 

THE GAMES

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Lights flicker non-stop,

Bodies block my way.

Darkness shows the truth

Never seen by day.

 

Horror clogs my throat,

A weak cry creeps out.

“How did I get here?”

I run as I shout.

 

Arms reach for me.

They want me to stay.

I refuse to join

the games The Dead play.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71.

 

A COMPLICATED NIGHT

The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night,

adding to my increasing shivers and fright.

I should not have agreed to come here

in darkness crippling me with fear.

 

Through the lit window, I spot a figure.

The shadow moves closer and grows bigger.

My hand lifts to grasp the railing,

then both my arms are flailing.

 

A bullet has grazed my left shoulder,

leaving the pain behind to smolder.

My right-hand reaches across to staunch the blood

as I turn to flee before my tears can flood.

 

I zigzag through the deserted streets of the town,

all the while praying that no others are around.

Life of a spy is not an easy one,

like a roller coaster without the fun.

 

Straight ahead stands another figure.

He signals for me not to linger.

My partner opens the passenger door for me.

I am on my way to get out of this scot-free.

THE TWISTED DANCE

 

 

A doorway to hell and beyond.

And death, I don’t need to remind.

Twisted limbs beg your forgiveness

as they beckon for your presence.

The midnight dance has begun.

Come and join in on the fun.

THE DEAD GAME