TOUCH THE RAINBOW

Red Path

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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.

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OLD BOOKSTORE

Why don’t we have these anymore?

Books covering ceiling to floor.

Happiness between the binding.

What a perfect and safe finding.

Read in the candlelight.

Nothing can be as right.

Pictures and words before my eyes.

Reading about truth and some lies.

You’ll definitely find me hiding.

The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.

CAN’T TOUCH ME

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The trees bend to the wind.

Lightning flashes across the sky.

The rain drenches the town.

I’m safe and warm inside.

Nothing can reach me.

The storm ravages the land.

And I watch from my window.

I can’t be touched.

Until…

THE DEAD GAME

THE BARRIER

e n e r g y

A fence for protection.

To keep out the storm.

To keep us safe and dry.

But the winds growl in return.

Raising their heads in fury.

Rising to new heights.

To break the barriers.

They come with brute force.

THE DEAD GAME

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END HOUSE IS GONE

The fire is spreading.

End House has vanished,

toppled over into the sea.

Evil spirits are released 

into the crashing waves.

The leader, Wolf, vanquished at last.

Oasis will be safe once more.

Tourists will swarm to the hotel.

They’ll play volleyball on the beach.

Shop in the quaint stores.

Days of sunshine.

Nights of warm breezes.

Linda wants to believe this.

Wants to believe that Wolf is gone.

But she still feels his presence.

He could now be one of them.

His spirit is still here.

Anything can happen in Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME

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MY BEAUTIFUL TOWN

A beautiful town

MY BEAUTIFUL TOWN

Oh beautiful town of mine,
With beaches and white sand so fine.
Views to take your breath away,
For this tourists want to pay.

Oasis, a perfect name for you,
Waving palm trees and skies so blue. 
But come night bets are off,
Once The Dead chop heads off.

I don’t want to move from here,
But I can’t live with this fear.
Please help rid the town of The Dead,
Then I could sleep safe in my bed.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE MOON

 

Night is settling in.

Shadows cover the small town.

A town preparing for the evening.

The sun hides its face.

The moon turns in glee.

Time for it to shine.

Time for it to be king.

Time for the stars to twinkle.

For the stars to serve him.

The town turns darker.

The winds turn colder.

The soft snow begins to freeze.

Ice hangs from the trees.

Frost covers the windows.

All are inside.

All are safe and warm.

From the moon’s games.

Or so they think.

Who will be at its mercy?

Who will be left out in the cold?

Don’t let it be you.