LIFE EMERGES FROM THE DARKNESS

 

 

In the midst of darkness,

life emerges.

It walks

the streets.

It flies

in the skies.

It swims

the waves.

Life is persistent.

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DO NOT TOE THE LINE

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DO NOT TOE THE LINE

 

A road that’s not taken

is a road forsaken.

Do not turn your face

from the hectic race.

Follow the bright lights

and achieve great heights.

Do not hang your head in fear

for your time is now and here.

Take your place in the curving line

of others who won’t toe the line.

Rev up your engine and soar

with your foot pressed to the floor.

You have only one chance

in life to sing and dance.

Let this be your time

to not toe the line.

 

IT CALLS MY NAME

 

 

The moon’s calling my name.

Let it not be in vain.

I walk down the road.

My soul has been sold.

I know my life is now over

Even as I clasp the clover.

Once darkness comes to its feet,

My happy life will be beat.

It came out of the blue,

This offer to spare you.

I could do no more or less.

I love you; I must confess.

I’ll happily go to the dark side

As long as the demons abide.

Think of me; I don’t want to boast

As the one who loved you most.

INTO THE DARK NIGHT

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INTO THE DARK NIGHT

Follow me along the cobbled road.

Shadows lurk and float on by.

Hurry, catch up before I grow old.

Winged creatures fill the night sky.

My high heels click against the cobbled stones.

This way to the oldest building in town.

Take care not to step on any bones.

Curve your mouth to remove that awful frown.

Up the steps, we go.

Please walk through the open door.

Is he friend or foe?

Multiple heads hint at more.

Growls fill the still air.

Darkness permeates the long room.

Reaching hands grow near.

A woman flies by on a broom.

“Surprise” is shouted by all.

Lights shine brightly in our faces.

Enters a man ten feet tall.

Standing high on metal braces.

He holds a cake rimmed with black bats.

The audience quiets to a hush.

My friends approach in party hats.

They sing to me as I hide a blush.

“Happy Halloween” and “Happy Birthday”

Become “Happy Hallowday.”

As I bow my head and enjoy my day.

A prank I must soon repay.

TOUCH THE RAINBOW

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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.

NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
This is not the yellow brick road
that will lead you to fantasies.
This is the road of reality
that is determined by your choices.
Its course is charted by you.
Take care of the twists and turns.
It’s a ride of a lifetime.

 

 

NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

 

This is not the yellow brick road

that will lead you to fantasies.

This is the road of reality

that is determined by your choices.

Its course is charted by you.

Take care of the twists and turns.

It’s a ride of a lifetime.