A DAY AT THE BEACH

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A day at the beach

So far from my reach.

I could smell the salt air

As it flows through my hair.

The white sand is so soft

As it holds me aloft.

I want to be right there

Instead of in my chair.

NEW DAY

 

The waves are washing in.

But I can still see him.

He’s followed me here.

Must not let him get near.

He has returned from the dead.

I won’t let him in my bed.

He wants me for his queen.

With him I can’t be seen.

The tides are surely rising.

My mind is agonizing.

How will I manage to get away

Before the dawn of the new day?

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FROM THE DEEP

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The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me.
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep.
When all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me they’ve come for.
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The waves are churning.

My face is burning.

What’s coming for me.

I don’t want to see.

It rises from the deep.

When all are fast asleep.

The Dead come ashore.

For me they’ve come for.

There’s nowhere to run or hide.

I refuse to take their side.

The Dead will not win.

They’re dripping with sin.

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TO A TOWN NEAR YOU

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Ocean and Beach Posts

 

Paradise waits for us.

A perfect oasis.

Waves cascade onto the beach.

Guests lounge around

the hotel’s swimming pool.

Quaint stores dot Main Street.

Life is beautiful.

Until night comes.

Waves hit the shore

with their increasing fury.

The sun bows out.

The moon takes its place.

The night brings The Dead walking

into a town near you.

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HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

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THE SEAS

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tides bring death.

All hide faces in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist