FOOTSTEPS IN THE SAND

 

I sink with each step
closer to the blue.
The waves tease and spray
and prompt me to play.

But my world is dark and bleak,
and I cannot fall asleep.
I gaze through my window
to the snow-laden bough. 

I sigh and shut my eyes tight,
seeking paradise this night.
I get sleepy and go back in time
to the sand and the footsteps of mine.

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A PLACE OF FANTASY

 

 

A place of fantasy there must be,
where blues and green merge in the deep sea.

Clouds create formations into works of art,
resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.

I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
the rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.

The sand is soft beneath my feet,
warming my body with its heat.

Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
we’re sure to have fun till the day is done.

THE DEAD WILL FALL

 

 

Take me to Oasis,

where demons roam

and The Dead play.

Take me to Florida,

to the ocean paradise,

where good triumphs evil.

Take me to the shore,

where the residents gather

and The Dead will fall.

THE DEAD GAME

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.