PLAY ME

 

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song before it’s too late.

Before its beauty is lost.

Before it joins the dust.

Play me.

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RISING FROM THE DEEP

 

 

From under the sea

they have come for me.

 

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town, they roam

looking for a new home.

 

Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.

 

Blood-thirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

 

They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

 

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE GAMES

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Lights flicker non-stop,

Bodies block my way.

Darkness shows the truth

Never seen by day.

 

Horror clogs my throat,

A weak cry creeps out.

“How did I get here?”

I run as I shout.

 

Arms reach for me.

They want me to stay.

I refuse to join

the games The Dead play.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

PLAY ME A SONG

“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

 

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

 

I love your singing voice,

But the harp is my choice.

 

The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.

 

I need the music today.

Please sit down with me and play.

THE BOOK

THE BOOKPlease take a closer look.Something’s wrong with this book.The words have come alive.Breaking free to survive.They are bursting forth with pride.Smoke is pouring out from inside.Words need to be loved and sharedAnd not forced alone and scared.Let the stories come out and play.They will serve to brighten your day.

THE BOOK
 
Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive,
Breaking free to survive.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories come out and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.

BLOOD MOON

Bloodmoon

 

 

BLOOD MOON

The moon is a foreshadow
of things to come,
frightening things,
unhappy things.

Its red glow creeps through trees
to the remote town,
where all are asleep,
feeling safe in their beds.

Creep, Creep, Creep,
the red mist spreads,
down the streets
and into the homes.

The fog solidifies,
forming dark shadows.
Shadows of the night
that have come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE SUN SHINES ALL DAY

ocean wallpaper

 

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.

Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.

Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery
Along with Oasis’ long history.

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

THE DEAD GAME