FACES TO THE SKY

1 Faces to the sky

 

Faces to the sky.

Lift them way up high.

Smiles so bright and wide.

You’ve nothing to hide.

Yellow hair to the sun.

It’s time to have some fun.

Long, green leaves clap to the song.

This morning, nothing is wrong.

Deep roots rumble in the ground.

To a beat, you’ve lost and found.

A field of dancers shakes the earth.

I watch as I bubble with mirth.

 

 

 

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NO WAY OUT

 

 

Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness buries me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only the faces of daisies.

 

THE DEAD love their games.

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A NIGHTMARE BECOMES HELL

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Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness succumbs me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only daisies and more daisies.

THE DEAD love their games.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A FIELD OF POPPIES

 

 

A field of poppies.

Tempting as they may be.

I cannot yield to them.

My head would be clouded.

My thoughts floating away.

A day of fantasies and dreams.

I must hold steadfast.

And walk away.

Keep my mind clear.

For thoughts I hold dear.

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DAISIES EVERYWHERE

 

 

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A field of daisies taunt me.

Haunt my dreams every night.

So tall and thick I can’t see.

Cloying me with their sweet breath.

 

I’m always alone in this field.

Big daisies everywhere I look.

Facing me with their silly grins.

Thank god this is only a book.

 

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HELL BENT

 
Sunflowers can appear happy,
lifting their faces to the bright sun.
A circle of color around
their dark faces.
Blowing in the breeze, while
sharing their soft fragrance.
But what if they turned deadly?
Stampeding their poor victims to death.
Could this happen?
It can if you live in Oasis, Florida.
The Dead hide in mysterious places.
THE DEAD GAME
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HELL BENT

Daisies can appear happy,

lifting their faces to the bright sun.

A circle of color around

their dark faces.

Blowing in the breeze, while

sharing their soft fragrance.

But what if a field of daisies was to turn deadly?

Stampeding their poor victim to death.

Could this possibly happen?

It can if you happen to live in Oasis, Florida.

The Dead can hide in mysterious places.

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook

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