THE BLUE

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Smouldering Heart of the Blues by ecstaticist on Flickr.

The blue sucks me in.

Velvet petals caress my face.

A buzzing bee whizzes past.

I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.

My head spins from its heady fragrance.

Lines of poetry beg to be written.

Will I yield to the blue darkness?

It’s a trap I cannot escape.

MY EYES SEE

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My eyes see the light beyond

where humans hurry to and fro.

My eyes see the darkness inside

where humans have no pride.

They fight and attack each other

with no regard for their species.

They rant and rave over their passions

with little concern for the welfare of others.

My eyes see the good and the bad,

leaving me all too sad.

Meow.

The Dead Return to Oasis

Coming This Summer!
Book Two of The Dead Game series.
Games to play.
Vampires to slay.

IT WAITS

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It waits.

Currents of ice.

Splashes of salt.

Thrashes of rock.

It waits.

Swirling.

Circling.

Endless.

The water waits for me.

FLY FOR US

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Robert Bateman.

Free as the wind.

Freedom reigns clear and true.

Fly like the wind.

For the red, white, and blue.

A MERE REFLECTION?

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A reflection of perfection.

Better than the original?

It moves.

It shimmers.

It elongates.

It stretches.

Distorting the original.

A reflection.

RIDE LIKE THE WIND

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Take me far.

Take me long.

Take me wide.

Ride like the wind.

Past borders.

Over hills.

Through valleys.

All the way to the sea.

Nostrils steaming.

Muscles bulging.

Ride like the wind.

PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN

radekrogus

Chair

Down the rabbit hole we go.

Far down beneath the earth’s surface.

Where The Dead wait for their savior.

Arms extended.

Reaching for us.

Mouths held open in silent cries.

As we fall farther.

Deeper.

Past the point of no return.

THE DEAD GAME 

JUST A HINT OF ME

paintingtheimpatient

Elephant Watercolor Fine Art Giclee Print / Elephant painting / Safari wildlife painting / elephant lover gift

A hint of me.

A little green dab.

A dark blue stroke.

A few black lines.

That’s all you need.

Just a hint of me.

HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL

What can be better

than sitting on a bench

in the warm weather, 

watching people, and

daydreaming?

Nothing.

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opticallyaroused:

Warm weather,

soft winds,

pretty blooms,

are all part of the

best time of year.

Welcome to spring.

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ohmydisney

Spring = Flowers.

Hope springs eternal.

Enjoy the new season!

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

fujisan223

Flowering tower.

Spring is in the air.

I feel the sun on my face.

I can smell the pie baking.

I hear the birds chirping.

 I can even taste the warm

and salty air.

Bring it on.

I’m ready.

 

BURN

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Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of the nonliving,

They will fight for him.

The evil one.

The Dead one.

THE DEAD GAME

ECHOES OF THE PAST

Take a walk inside,

into the dark rooms,

where cobwebs fill the corners,

and empty rooms carry

the echoes of the past.

Come and see

what humanity left behind.

LOST

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Nothing is sadder,

Nothing more shameful

Than a book not read.

A book lost to time.

WORDS

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Don’t let moss grow between your keys.

No webs to swirl around the letters.

Greenery belongs outside.

Words belong inside.

On the page.

In the book.

A FEW STEPS TO PARADISE

travelingdorks

Photo taken by @bradytookanotherphoto.

A few steps to paradise.

A hop.

A skip.

A jump.

To the shore.

To the sand.

To the ocean.

To paradise.