THE DEAD GAME RETURNS

Rising from below.
From the deep.
Arms reaching.
Voice yearning.
Fish scattering.
Water parting.
Birds crying.
Sun hiding.
Darkness rising.
Face as white as snow.
Eyes mirroring the depths.
Muscles bulging.
He returns to me.
He swims to shore.
The...

 

Rising from below.

From the deep.

Arms reaching.

Voice yearning.

Fish scattering.

Water parting.

Birds crying.

Sun hiding.

Darkness rising.

Face as white as snow.

Eyes mirroring the depths.

Muscles bulging.

He returns to me.

He swims to shore.

The Dead at his back.

 

THE DEAD GAME continues…

Book 2 coming soon.

 

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“ Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.
Grand Cayman
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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...

Dark & Stormy by mrjones131 on Flickr.

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.

 

THE SEA OF MANY COLORS

 

I drift alone in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

A mirror to the pastel sky,

To what resides so high.

The moon peeking from above,

Caressing me like a soft glove.

As I drift along in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

A WALK BY THE SEA

A walk by the sea
is waiting for me.
Salt air in my hair,
Please come over here.
We should take this opportunity
before we can hit our next thirty.
Chances like this are rare.
We are are a lucky pair.
To walk along the beach,
so close within our...

 

A walk by the sea

is waiting for me.

Salt air in my hair,

Please come over here.

We should take this opportunity

before we can hit our next thirty.

Chances like this are rare.

We are are a lucky pair.

To walk along the beach,

so close within our reach.

 

THE WAVES

Sentries

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THE WAVES

Lined up like sentries.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Eying the shore.

Storm at their backs.

Wind at their sides.

Sun setting above.

Sea ripples below.

Sky darkens.

Clouds rush in.

Birds flee.

Skies open up.

Water rains down.

Quiet reigns supreme.

They quicken their tempo.

Winds pick up their speed.

They hit the sand with force.

A line of soldiers.

Shoulder to shoulder.

As one.

A PLACE OF FANTASY

A Place of Fantasy

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.

REIGN SUPREME

The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.

(Source: paintingbox)

 

 

The sea throws its fury.

It fights for its path,

Grinding down rocks,

Swallowing debris whole.

It roars to the shore,

Waiting for no one.

Its might is its right

To reign supreme forever more.

 

 

DANCE FOR ME

DANCE FOR ME
Elevate your body through the air.
Lift up your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.
Let the water flow down.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself high above all else.
Dance for me.
Give me your wicked smile.
A little...

 

DANCE FOR ME

Elevate your body through the air.
Lift up your fins.
Your pointy face to the sky.
Dance for me.

Let the water flow down.
Back into the ocean.
But keep yourself high above all else.
Dance for me.

Give me your wicked smile.
A little laugh.
Show me your endless joy.
Dance for me.

I want to see your special dance.
A clap or two.
A little twist for me.
Dance for me.

 

THE DEAD ARE HERE TO STAY

bright colors ocean

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem, all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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