A PERFECT OASIS

 

 

A perfect oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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SILENCE

 

Oasis Hotel Pool

 

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

 

The hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME

BURNT ORANGE

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The sky burns orange.

Winds whip in a frenzy.

Waves rush in.

Birds flee the scene.

Palm trees bow their heads.

The sun retreats.

Say a prayer for us.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A STORM IS COMING

paradise night

 

A storm is coming,
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.

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FEEL IT

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Does this place exist?

Is it an illusion?

I need palm trees.

My own oasis.

An escape from the world.

Empty of people.

I can see it.

Feel the hot sunshine.

Cold water on my toes.

A paradise so sweet.

Honey on my lips.

I’m there right now.

Don’t bother me.