FEEL THE HEAT

The music drums to the beat

of the sound of marching feet.

Crimson waves hit the shore,

seeking both rich and poor.

A red blanket covers the town

as The Dead descend with a frown.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE WASHING MACHINE

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I’m having a bad dream,

no, maybe a nightmare,

of a washing machine.

It wakes me up at night.

It rumbles and whispers.

I hope it won’t take flight.

It’s moving and grooving

to a beat of its own,

that is far from soothing.

It’s a horrible sight.

A machine set to hard.

It’s ready for a fight.

I scream into my pillow.

“My clothing is all too clean,”

then I weep like a willow.

TIME TO PARTY

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Time to party.

The Dead can dance.

They fill the nights with music.

Bodies cold to the touch.

Hollow to their empty souls.

Dance to a beat of their own.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

THE BEAT

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Swoosh goes the record,

Swirling to its beat.

Sounds flowing through me,

Can you feel its heat?

Mesmerized by it,

I can’t seem to move.

As it turns and turns

I’m caught in its groove.

THE BEAT

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The bushes move

to their own beat.

To an unknown tune,

They comfort me.

In the darkness.

In the night.

Until the morning light,

When the sun wakes.

The bushes part

And let me out.

Until the night returns.

MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

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Let’s rock with the night.

Toss our manes free.

Gallop to the beat.

To the music of the night.

THE DEAD ONE

I hear the birds in the trees,

Singing in the warm breeze.

They know who is soon coming.

To the beat of the drumming.

Wolf is back in book two.

He can be me or you.

He’ll be another body.

But he will be somebody.

We all know from book one.

He’ll still be The Dead one.

Come and join us in the game.

I promise it won’t be lame. 

THE DEAD GAME

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SWOOSH

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Swoosh goes the record.

Swirling to its own beat.

Sounds flowing to you.

Can you feel its heat?

PLAY THE MUSIC

PLAY THE MUSIC

Play the music.
Play as fast as you can.
Pound on the keys.
Dance with the violin.
Beat on the drums.
Keep dancing.
Keep playing.
Faster and faster.
Before it’s too late.
Before death comes.
Knocking at your door.
It will come tonight.
It will wait for quiet.
So keep playing.
Keep dancing.
Until the sun rises.
And the night is gone.
And so is death.

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.