DREAMS COME TRUE

 

An oasis where dreams come true,

Palm trees wave in the warm breeze,

And birds sing a happy tune of their own.

The night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind whip across the sand,

Where dark shadows leave no footprints,

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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GOODBYE OLD FRIEND

An Island Escape

The world is changing.

Forests are dying.

Animals are becoming extinct.

Nature has taken control.

 

Days are warmer.

Rain falls harder.

Earthquakes rock the planet.

Hurricanes bring the winds.

 

Ocean waves dance to the deadly tune.

Bow to our new foe, Mother Nature.

Crime does its share,

But nature cleans the slate.

 

Towns and cities topple

Beneath the rubble.

The salt water hits my face

As I watch the waves rise.

 

I wait for the beautiful sight

To turn deadly and reckless.

The laps at the shore

Become heavy slaps.

 

Rocks and debris are

Thrown into the wind.

Soon I am drenched.

The ocean has come ashore

 

To wreck havoc on our lives.

My eyes tear as I search for

the ocean’s lost beauty.

I search for my old friend.

 

My old friend who’d soothed my fears.

My friend is long gone.

All is gone.

And so will we.

 
 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

“I leave the storefronts behind,
With their pastel colors and shiny windows.
Windows eager to let in the famous Oasis sunlight.
I want to reach the beach.
I want to leave work and troubles behind me.
The sand will trickle through my toes.
The sea breeze will propel me forward
To the every-waiting, omniscient ocean.
The waves dance and writhe in their demented dance.
A dance growing wilder and wilder by the minute.
I feel their salty sweat on my face.
The trees join in,
Flapping their branches as if trying to hold hands.
The wind follows last with a rage of its own.
It torments the water and the trees
Until leaves are flying free
And waves are attacking the shore.
Why is this happening?
I should go back to town.
The town behind me is being plummeted.
Roof tops are flying through the air.
Glass crunches beneath my feet.
Windows hang broken and twisted.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once white church stands charcoal black
In the midst of its debris.
A day gone terribly wrong.
Whose fault is it?
The creatures who visit our town at night.
They are determined to destroy each and every one of us.
Are they demons or humans?
Who knows?
Oasis will never be safe unless these evil ones are annihilated.
We must save our town.
I have friends who will help me.
There are those who doubt our wisdom and abilities.
But we will clean out the riffraff from town.
Don’t get in our way or you might join the garbage.”
Linda turns to find her friends.
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 35

Brutal winds follow close on my heels,
Thunder and lightning joining the crusade.
Fluorescent lights paint the night sky,
Rings of orange, yellow, and red.

A vortex of horror in unending circles,
Making its way to the small town of Oasis,
Where I will be waiting with sword in hand,
Secure in the knowledge that Wolf won’t win.

The Watchers have joined the battle.
I can see them on the hill beyond.
Their raincoats flapping in the wind,
Concealing their hidden weapons.

We will protect Linda from the devil,
All standing strong in the fighting winds.
The Father clutches his bible of spells
To help cast the evil from our town.

Humans, vampires, and human vampires.
We have come together as one.
The last battle on this earthly planet
That will determine the fate of us all.

Linda holds on to her close friends,
Huddled together in the raging winds.
Will she choose wisely and correctly?
Will she choose me above The Dead?

The time has come for the showdown.
Time has slowed to a halt.
We raise our weapons above our heads,
Waiting for evil to make its final appearance.

Wolf seems to have been given a new body.
I still recognize his deadly soul.
A new package for an old one
Does not change the battle to be won.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

“I leave the storefronts behind,
With their pastel colors and shiny windows.
Windows eager to let in the famous Oasis sunlight.
I want to reach the beach.
I want to leave work and troubles behind me.
The sand will trickle through my toes.
The sea breeze will propel me forward
To the every-waiting, omniscient ocean.
The waves dance and writhe in their demented dance.
A dance growing wilder and wilder by the minute.
I feel their salty sweat on my face.
The trees join in,
Flapping their branches as if trying to hold hands.
The wind follows last with a rage of its own.
It torments the water and the trees
Until leaves are flying free
And waves are attacking the shore.
Why is this happening?
I should go back to town.
The town behind me is being plummeted.
Roof tops are flying through the air.
Glass crunches beneath my feet.
Windows hang broken and twisted.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once white church stands charcoal black
In the midst of its debris.
A day gone terribly wrong.
Whose fault is it?
The creatures who visit our town at night.
They are determined to destroy each and every one of us.
Are they demons or humans?
Who knows?
Oasis will never be safe unless these evil ones are annihilated.
We must save our town.
I have friends who will help me.
There are those who doubt our wisdom and abilities.
But we will clean out the riffraff from town.
Don’t get in our way or you might join the garbage.”
Linda turns to find her friends.
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DAMNED

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THE DAMNED

The sky is turning a myriad of shades.
An evil force is being unleashed in spades.
It will soon be coming to shore.
I don’t want to become a bore,
But all hell is coming undone.
Time is at end for any fun.
Creatures of the dark will be here.
The cries of the damned you’ll soon hear.
Run for shelter before it’s too late,
Or you’ll become dinner on their plate.
They come for one and us all.
We’ll be covered by a pall.
I can see them flying in the sky.
Come quick with me before we all die.

THE DEAD GAME
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