CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

CLOSER TO THE BLUE

 

Puffy clouds appear far and few

In the aqua sky so brand new.

I sink deeper into the white sand,

My heart beating like a marching band.

 

If I close my eyes tight,

will I see paradise this night?

It takes me back to the time

When everything had been fine.

 

Fantasy, I beseech thee.

Return me so I can roam free.

Take me back to the shore.

Where I’d been happy before.

PARADISE IS CALLING MY NAME

 

How would paradise

appear to you?

A house standing in calm water.

The scent of flowers in the air.

People strolling the clean streets.

No need to hurry.

Warm breezes.

Sun shining.

Birds chirping.

Perfect.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

ponderation:

Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

 

Calm blue waters.

Pink sand.

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.

From their roots, they fly.

From their anchors in the sand.

A puff of wind

and they’re gone.

THE PERFECT PARADISE

 

 

Welcome to Oasis, Florida.

Tourists fill the streets & beaches,

searching for the perfect paradise.

The perfect wave.

The perfect partner.

The perfect party.

When night comes,

the fun begins.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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OASIS

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware as The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be.
The Dead will rise from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

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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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