REACH FOR THE HEAVENS

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Pink climbs to heaven

on bristling leaves.

Fuchsia steps up

the balconies.

It covers our world

with vibrancy.

Cheering us on

our gloomiest days.

Raising our spirits.

Coaxing us to reach

for the heavens.

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THE OASIS HOTEL

 

THE OASIS HOTEL

The white hotel on the beach

has everything within reach.

A swimming pool in the sun

offers fun in the hot sun.

The night brings a different story

of The Dead in all their glory.

They come to scare the town,

cold stares served with a frown.

Beware of the walking dead.

They are evil ones to dread.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE OLD HOUSE

The old house stands alone,
dark and deserted,
on the overgrown lawn.
A wind rustles through the fallen leaves.
The only sound in the dead silence.
No footsteps to break the quiet.
No sounds of life to lift the spirits.
Only the dead for company.
Their spirits walk the house.
No footsteps to break the quiet.
For the dead don’t leave footprints.

ARE WE ALONE?

 

silenceforthesoul: Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) - Faust’s Dream  ARE WE ALONE?Are we truly alone?Friends and family.Are they with us?Beside us everyday?I can feel them.A thickness in the air.A soft touch.A slight breeze.Is my brother gone?Or is he with me?I believe he is.He chuckles at my blunders.He laughs at my jokes.He cries when I’m hurt.Yes, he is with me.Always.Forever.

 

Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

ARE WE ALONE?
Are we truly alone?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
Beside us everyday?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone?
Or is he with me?
I believe he is.
He chuckles at my blunders.
He laughs at my jokes.
He cries when I’m hurt.
Yes, he is with me.
Always.
Forever.

BEFORE THE MORNING LIGHT

 

Soon you’ll be one of us.

Walkers of the night.

Seekers of the dark.

Stand up.

Claim what’s yours.

Before the morning light.

THE DEAD GAME

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WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY

The house sits dark and empty.

Who will visit its dark rooms?

Will someone ever sit on the chair

to gaze deeply into the vanity mirror?

Spirits walk the long hallways.

Waiting for company.

Waiting for life and sounds

to enter the house once again.

Is it so much for them to ask?

Why is it so hard to find new owners?

How much longer must they wait?

Waiting can be pure agony

when you have nowhere else to go.

EVIL WAITS

Evil waits at death’s door
For those who follow the creatures of the dammed.
Doors pop up all around me,
But none lead to the valley of The Dead.

I will not give up on my search
To uncover the opening to hell below.
Innocent victims are trapped in the silent hell,
Waiting to be freed from the unearthly darkness.

My friends must be among the crowd
Of souls yearning to be set free once more.
Illusions and traps may try to confuse me
But I refuse to yield to their games anymore.

Winds grab hold of my hair with their wispy fingers,
Tightening their grasp around my neck.
The sand becomes wet and soggy,
Turning to quicksand beneath my bare feet.

The forest transforms itself into a swamp,
Filled with slithering snakes and alligators.
I’ve seen this trick once before from Wolf,
Using illusions to further his game.

This time I will not turn away in fear
And run from his evil laughter.
Nothing will stop me from fighting
To free my friend’s from his evil reign.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

BRING BACK THE DEAD

 

Oh ouija board,

please bring me spirits.

Spirits of the light

and ones of the damned.

I want to hear their tales

of past lives and woes.

I want to feel

their unearthly presence.

Their dead breath

on my face.

Their moans and screams

of the long nights.

Please bring me them this night.

I can feel cold breath.

Shrieks fill the silent night.

Icy fingers trail down my face.

They’re at my neck.

Squeezing.

A little too tight.

Too tight…

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DARK THOUGHTS

  1. WATCH THE NIGHT

    Carl Rabus – Spassky Gate in Moscow (detail)

     

    The clouds circle around.

    Bringing the moon closer.

    Lighting up the windows.

    Where faces watch the night.

  2. Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

     

    A castle where spirits walk.

    Darkness hides in corners.

    Old fragrances float in the air.

    Shadows follow without footsteps.

    And sighs fill the empty spaces.