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Shades of red fall from the sky,
They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.
Red falls from the darkening sky.
It covers the grass with its bright hue.
My face burns hot from its touch
as blood pumps faster through my heart.
The creatures track my desperate retreat
through the deserted woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
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Red glows the sky.
I can see it
from way up high.
The water below
like a mirror I
can say hello.
The wind comes in.
I am chilled from
windows too thin.
This is still my place,
I wouldn’t trade it
for any other place.
The Milky Way as seen from Antelope Canyon, Arizona
The Milky Way or maybe
a journey into the unknown.
A blood red adventure
transcending time and space.
A wild ride through the galaxies.
Flying high on a shooting star.
Tilting at rainbows and moonbeams.
Close your eyes and feel the red.
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Grand Cayman
A sizzle lights up the night sky
Followed by thunder up so high.
The black clouds rumble in dismay,
Crumbling like figures of clay.
Red soon joins the purple light,
Gearing up for a loud fight.
The sea’s quiet below,
Keeping its head down low.
We are in for a charged night
As nature gears for a fight.
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I stand alone.
In armies of red.
To face the night.
While others are dead.
Come no closer.
Fear my open face.
Stay away from here.
But they quicken their pace.
Tomorrow will be here soon.
l am all that is left.
Bow your heads in prayer.
Thank the gods for the rest.
THE DEAD GAME
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I picked a rose just for you.
A symbol of me and you.
Soft as the petals are your skin.
As precious as the pistol within.
It rises to meet the sun’s face.
No one can ever take its place.
Open and spread your leaves apart.
I can feel the beat of your heart.
Two hearts joined as one.
My job is now done.
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My Battered Heart
The rose drifts to the ground,
Petals dry and wilting in the cold breeze.
A death resembling the demise of my heart
As an unraveling of feelings turns to dust.
A shoe grinds the rose petals to oblivion,
The preferred state of my battered heart.
The wind lifts the remnants of the flower
to circle around me with its dying breath.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the sun.
Its leaves glow in the waning afternoon light.
Soon the sun will leave yellow trails
around the tree’s massive trunk
as it sets for the day.
The shadows grow longer.
The colors become dimmer.
The sun bows its head goodbye.
Looming shadows signal the next stage.
The glow of the moon takes centerstage.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the rising moon.
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TOUCH THE RAINBOW
I take the winding path shaded in red
instead of hiding in my comfy bed.
The road widens and narrows its scope
as it weaves away from any hope.
Blood red threatens the night sky
as laughter follows up high.
Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet
as I walk the road of shame and defeat.
Why cannot life take the high road?
I ask if I may be so bold.
Up ahead I see a bright light
as I rise up with all my might.
I run toward the rainbow in my mind
in the colors and hues, I hope to find.
Wait for the night.
To darken the sky.
In deep shades of red.
To purples fading to black.
Silence follows on gossamer wings.
To quiet uneasy heartbeats.
To soothe roaming beasts.
Wait for the night.
To bring a dark veil on activities.
To unfurl the roaring waves.
Silence is here.
And so is the night.
