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.

DREAMS COME TRUE

 

An oasis where dreams come true,

Palm trees wave in the warm breeze,

And birds sing a happy tune of their own.

The night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind whip across the sand,

Where dark shadows leave no footprints,

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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DAYDREAM

Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like...

 

 

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

 

AN OASIS

 

An oasis where dreams come true,

Palm trees wave in the warm breezes.

Birds sing a happy tune of their own

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind fly across the sand,

Covering all footsteps of the night before.

Dark shadows leave behind no evidence,

And tourists remain innocent no more.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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FROZEN BEACHES

Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds pick up their pace.
Hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD...

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Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

 

Hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

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 moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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CALM BEFORE THE STORM

 

The Dead are rising.

Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.

Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.

Come out, come out wherever you are!

 

 

Time is passing.

Night is approaching.

The moon is rising.

Dark shadows will walk the streets.

Take shelter before it is too late, 

before you become one with the shadows.

 

 

Life can change in seconds.

The sun can be shining.

Then in moments,

you’re engulfed in a storm.

Palm trees are swaying in the wind.

Rooftops are flying.

The Dead don’t take prisoners.

 

THE DEAD GAME