ICY HOT

Ice Fire

 

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue

to the top of the hill.

The view waits for me.

Only a few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the beauty.

The colors take my breath away.

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A FIGHT

coiour-my-world: “ 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...

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.

 

A SWIRL OF SMOKE

1 Swirl of smoke

 

Lost in a swirl of smoke

as it climbs the night sky.

It dances with the wind

as it reaches up high.

 

The smoke flickers and shakes

throughout its delicate journey.

Braced against any breath

from the nearby beings’ yearning.

 

It rises slowly.

Its arms reach up to the moon.

A cold wind wafts past.

It will be there all too soon.

 

 

 

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.

LET THE WALLS CRUMBLE

2016

 

Let the walls crumble.

The paint flake and peel

I need to get out

from this prison of mine.

My fingers are torn.

Nails are shredded.

But I must destroy

this wall around me.

No one can understand

my fear, my panic.

No one can help me

escape my demons.

This I must do alone.

Brick by brick,

the wall will fall.

A glimpse of outside

is all I need.

The sky appears,

clouds floating by.

The sun peeks in,

not to be left out.

I’m ready to be free.

To fly from my captors.

First, my head,

then my body.

I’m outside on the ledge,

balanced over the city.

I’m free to let go

and soar over cars

and people.

Join the tiny dots below.

Time to fly.

THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

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 each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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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.