WILL MY WISHES COME TRUE?

 

 

I gaze at the night sky

at the bright lights so high.

Will my wishes come true?

Will I ever see you?

 

You appear in my dreams each night.

I yearn to have you in my sight.

I haven’t seen you for years.

But you’re always in my tears.

 

Would we have had a good life,

one without sadness and strife?

I won’t be able to ask you this.

I won’t be rewarded with this bliss.

 

I must be content with my dreams

as my life crumbles at the seams.

I keep my memories close inside.

Of my love, I have no need to hide.

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

 

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

 

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy!

OPEN THE DOOR

Door to Fantasy Blue

 

OPEN THE DOOR

A door to fantasies.
To new worlds.
To new beginnings.
A life worth living.

A door to your imagination.
Where words flow like water.
Ideas ride the tides.
Stories to live by.

A door to your heart.
Love and happiness in store.
Clear blue skies for all.
Wishes set free to the wind.

 

 

HOT BALL OF YELLOW

A hot ball of yellow

sets over a palette

of grey and blue.

Cries of laughter float

through a park of green

dotted with bushes of red.

Rainbow-colored homes

behind white picket fences

hold hands in the waning light.

A perfect place.

For daydreaming.

For wishes.

For The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

PARTY WITH THE DEAD

 

Follow me to the clearing,

where the trees part in fear.

The Dead come to play,

and the La Santa Muerte rule.

Bring your sacrifices,

and your wishes will come true.

The female Grim Reaper is all-powerful,

and the taste of blood can be sweet.

She will grant wishes of  revenge and murder

to your bitter heart’s content.

THE DEAD GAME

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TAKE THE ROAD TO OASIS

Oasis hotel

Take the road to the Oasis Hotel.
Lined with trees
shedding their pink petals.
A bright and sunny road.
Filled with wishes and dreams.
No worries or despairs.

A road in Oasis, Florida.
At its end stands the hotel.
Waiting with open arms.
A garden of colorful flowers
spelling out its name.
Its white walls and high archways
invite ocean breezes.
Tourists lounge on its many couches. 
“Drinks for one and all,”
call out the waiters.
Drinks with fancy umbrellas.
No worries or despairs
for these guests.

That is until night falls.
Then all must retreat for safety.
Dark shadows appear on the streets
and on the white-sand beach.
No one ventures out at night.
Except for The Dead.
They own the night.
They own Oasis.
No worries or despairs
for those who take care.
Death for those who do not.

THE DEAD GAME

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