ARE WE ALONE?

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Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

 

 

ARE WE ALONE?

 

Friends and family.

Are they with us?

I can feel them.

A thickness in the air.

A soft touch.

A slight breeze.

Is my brother gone,

Or is he still with me?

I feel him beside me.

He chuckles at my blunders.

Laughs at my jokes.

Cries when I’m hurt.

He is with me.

Always.

Forever.

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SWIRLING COLORS

THE JOURNEY

 

 

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit.

Roots poke through the ground.

Tree limbs grab at me.

The fog clears.

The forest ends.

I’ve reached the clearing.

He waits for me.

A black stallion is his ride.

I grab his extended arm.

He lifts me behind him.

We ride like the wind.

I sigh and turn my head.

A scream is lodged in my throat.

His face isn’t of my loved one

but a mask of death.

We ride like the wind

to the ends of the earth.

Hell’s gates shut behind us.

No one is knocking on its doors.

 

 

 

 

BURIED IN TIME

 

 

 

Secrets buried in the sand hold

hidden memories of lives gone by.

Unearthed remains tell a story.

Dug up pottery paint a picture.

Lives in the past merge with the future.

Differences become insignificant.

Time becomes transient.

The cycle begins again.

Days flow into weeks.

Weeks into years.

Years to centuries.

Centuries fly by.

Nothing is new.

The cycle continues.

Our past becomes our future.

Until the sands of time bury our existence.

Then our future becomes our past.

And the cycle begins again.

THE OTHER SIDE

 

 

 

THE OTHER SIDE

 

What’s on the other side?

Don’t be afraid or hide.

What will you see?

Will you be free?

 

Color replaces black,

But watch your friend’s back.

Night creatures out for fun

In the Florida sun.

 

Mansions to explore.

Parties and much more.

One step at a time.

And follow this rhyme.

 

And soon you will be there.

Who knew it was so near?

 

THE DEAD GAME

THE HOUSE STANDS ALONE

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Cliff House and Seal Rocks by Moonlight, San Francisco, c 1900.

 

 

The waves dance in fury,

hitting the sharp rocks.

The house towers above,

glaring at intruders.

Death to anyone

who dare to violate its shores.

THE DEAD GAME

GREEN

 

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

A green light shows the way.

Closed doors on either side.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

I peer into a room.

A wheelchair sits empty.

Voices.

I step into the hallway

and follow the sounds.

The door at the end stands open.

Surgeons stand around a table.

They turn and smile at me.

They fade from sight.

Then I’m on the table.

Doctors stand above me.

I must escape.

A scalpel descends.

Too late.