THE SWAMP

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THE SWAMP

The swamp holds mysteries,

Silence within its barren domain.

Eyes peek through the sheer surface,

Hinting at the dangers lurking below.

Lacking is the bird’s song of twilight.

Missing is the rustle through the brush.

Silence holds us in its thrall,

Cold fingers clasping around my neck.

Humid air coats my mottled body,

Mutilated by blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

The path teases my mind’s eye,

Offering a way out of this hellhole.

I hack at the dried branches,

Threatening to leave me with one eye.

I’ve reached the end of my journey

As my feet sink in the quicksand of despair.

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ESCAPE HATCH

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ESCAPE HATCH

An escape hatch is what we all need.

A way to run away from it all.

I’m leaving no matter what you plead.

I want and need to feel ten feet tall.

I know life can take your breath away.

It can also deaden your dark heart.

Last time I felt right, I cannot say.

But I’m tired of playing this part.

A new journey is waiting for me.

New people and places to explore.

No baggage to take along with me.

I’ll travel until I don’t want more.

A BOOK IS A TREASURE

 

 

 

A long journey to become an author,
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear,
A bridge to the reader’s heart.

A movie camera sweeps across scenes,
So does a book’s point of view.
One point of view shows one angle,
While changing points of view reveal more.

To be lost in a book is truly a gift,
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places can be
An adventure to open your mind’s eye.

Once completed, a book is a treasure,
A symbol of the author’s hopes and dreams.
A confectioner’s delight to be tasted and savored,
To be remembered by the many or just a few.

FAR FROM THE BEATEN PATH

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The road above or below?

I can take the straight and narrow.

Follow where others have already gone.

I can walk a different pathway.

Far from the beaten path.

Where danger might be lurking.

Darkness might reign free.

I’m ready.

Let’s go!

REMEMBER THE JOURNEY

 

Remember the journey.

Not its end point.

Not its goal.

But the struggle to achieve it.

Look ahead into the distance.

Remember what’s key.

Remember the journey.

For future adventures.

For future battles.

Remember the journey.

THE ROAD

 

 

Follow me on my journey.

Stay close behind.

I’m out for adventure.

Out to have some fun.

I don’t care if I have company.

More people to party with.

We’ll drive to the end of the road.

Then we’ll find another.

Until I’m far away from home.

Away from my troubles.

Away from people who bring me down.

Will you bring me down?

Are you from my past?

I must speed up and lose you.

I don’t want any old baggage.

I want to be free and light.

The car is gone.

Good!

Oh no!

It’s waiting for me up ahead.

I guess you can’t escape your problems.

They follow you everywhere.

Great Review!

 
An Outstanding Gothic Horror Paranormal Novel!

By Howard Lipman 

February 24, 2015 

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase 

A beachfront town, a haunted mansion, people disappearing or turning up dead–these are the elements of gothic horror, but this unique novel has a more than a few twists. The writing is first-rate,  and the pace is fast. The characters are well-defined, and the plot is imaginative and unpredictable. Linda, Shana, Logan, Todd and others are plagued by the town’s original residents, old family secrets, and more. All kinds of paranormal manifestations  beset the characters. Poe and H.P. Lovecraft would have been proud to have written this novel. From an opulent mansion to a paranormal haunted horror, End House takes the town of Oasis down a frightening path. The mysterious black paper invitations to a party at End House advertising ‘Mysteries to solve’ and ‘Games to Play’ took both the characters and this reader’s imagination on a fascinating journey (review by Howard Lipman, pen name PanOrpheus, author of the ‘Delphic Oracle’ and ‘Tesla’s Tower’ books)

 

TRACKS

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On the long journey of life,

we leave our tracks for others to follow.

SEA RUN RED

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The end of the journey.

Where the sea runs red.

The nights grow long.

Dark shadows roam free.

And The Dead have come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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FOREST OF MY DREAMS

 

 

Lost in the forest of my dreams.

To roam forever in the darkest night.

Never to feel the sun’s kiss my face.

Alone to face the worst of my fears.

Wolf will come for me in this forest.

To take me on his journey down below.

I will become one wth him and his kind.

Never to see my one true love ever again.

THE DEAD GAME

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