PERFECT

 

 

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of purest white

rises from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy will diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

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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