Tuesday, June 14, 2016

I WON'T BE ME

I WON’T BE ME


OUR CREATIONS




Fantasies are ours to create.
They belong in our imagination.
A conduit of our thoughts.
Open avenues for our imagination.
Dream and enjoy the results.
Source:

THE DEAD DANCE




The Dead are dancing.
Swooping down with joy.
They love Oasis.
Florida belongs to them.
They rule the night.
Lightning follows in their wake.
Thunder blows its trumpet.
We bow to their might.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:

THROUGH THE WOODS




Wind blows through the trees.
Ruffling the thick grass.
Striking a path through the woods.
Creating a clearing.
To the house within.
End House at Oasis.
To The Dead hidden inside.
THE DEAD GAME