LOST IN A STORM

Dark are the nights

The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness fills the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Flashes light the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.​

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Will it bring me down to its depths?

I spread my arms wide.

Lift my head up high.

And let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity.

Lost to the rushing wind.

Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To the heavenly place beyond.

REIGN SUPREME

The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.

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The sea throws its fury.

It fights for its path,

Grinding down rocks,

Swallowing debris whole.

It roars to the shore,

Waiting for no one.

Its might is its right

To reign supreme forever more.

 

 

ALONE IN THE WOODS

 

ALONE IN THE WOODS

Shadows follow me into the deep.

I walk while others are asleep.

The chill flows right through me.

I’m alone as you can see.

White sleepy lambs elude me.

Though I am where I should be.

Here in the forest on this path.

Sun will rise, it can do the math.

It will find me on this bench.

Next to the one with the stench.

It is past time for me to move on.

Before I’m found by what is now gone.

 

BLOOD RUNS SMOOTH

Blood runs smooth with inky determination. Filling the ocean with its crimson red. It arrives with the tides to our sandy shores. Walking the streets of town with the rise of the moon. Leaving dead bodies behind in the wake of its path. Returning the...

 

 

Blood runs smooth

with inky determination.

Filling the ocean

with its crimson red.

It arrives with the tides

to our sandy shores.

Walking the streets of town

with the rise of the moon.

Leaving dead bodies behind

in the wake of its path.

Returning the next night

to sprinkle blood once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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TROPICAL PARADISE

We fly on a green carpet
through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes for companions
in the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our faces
as we trek down winding paths.
Snapping sounds taunt us
as we canoe down the river.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks...

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We fly on a green carpet

through the dense bush.

Mosquitoes for companions

in the moisture-laden air.

Exotic plants fan our faces

as we trek down winding paths.

Snapping sounds taunt us

as we canoe down the river.

The tempo quickens.

The beat picks up.

The air becomes heavier.

The sounds louder.

We become one with nature.

Lost in a tropical paradise.

 

 

LILAC LIGHTS

PURPLE HAZE
As I walk slowly in a daze,
Surround me in a purple haze.
I could fall asleep in this tent.
The smell alone is heaven sent.
The scent of lilac is filling my head.
I need to find an appropriate bed.
I will just sit on this bench in the...

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As I walk slowly in a daze,

Surround me in a purple haze.

I could fall asleep in this tent,

The smell alone is heaven sent.

The scent of lilac is filling my head,

I need to find an appropriate bed.

I will just sit on this bench in the sun

And enjoy the lights of the setting sun.

 

 

A FALL DAY

A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for...

 

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

Charcoal steps leading up.

Fantasies flow through my head.

 

The leaves lift off

Until the day turns dark.

I’m trapped inside

A red swirl in the park.

 

The rain trickles.

The wind cackles.

I flee for safety

On raised hackles.

 

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

 

PINK

 

Pink flowers to fill my day.

Petals falling in soft flight.

Ready to come out and play.

A soothing and heady sight.

A shady path to soft dreams.

To hot days and warmer nights.

Pink filling the lakes and streams.

A large toast to spring’s best sights.