PURPLE HOT ANGER

PURPLE HOT ANGER

The sky flashes its purple hot wrath
Amidst flashes of white lights,
Reflected below on the silvery surface.
In shades of blues and purples.
How can I replicate this beauty?
How can I capture it in a picture?
I can’t.
Captured is only a glimpse of the fury.
A quick shot of its hot anger.
Don’t look away
For soon it will gone
By the clouds eager to take its place.

PARADISE LOST

PARADISE LOST


A town full of happiness and joy

Has turned sad like a broken toy.

Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,

Frightened residents are on the run.

Dark shadows roam the eerie night.

Victims abound from their fierce bite.

Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.

They plow down whomever is in their path.

We must kill the creatures of hell.

Then we’ll have a story to tell.

Of how we survived an apocalypse.

A sad but true story from our own lips.

THE DEAD GAME
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RED SKY

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The sky is angry.

Its face is turning red.

It’s not happy.

It might shriek thunder.

It might rain tears.

It might turn its hair on fire.

Wait.

Watch.

Listen.

The sky is in command.

It will show its wrath.

NATURE’S WRATH

The sky turns from blue to black.

The waves rise up and bow

to the forces of nature.

Boats head to shore.

All in a hurry.

In a hurry to out race the storm.

The waves pound a furious beat.

Raindrops join in the chorus.

Thunder accompanies with its dark sound.

Pound, pound, pound.

Could we survive nature’s wrath?

Only time will tell.