THE DARKNESS INSIDE

Teeth glisten in the dark

as I walk through the park.

I stop in my tracks in fear,

not knowing what can be near.

I stand quietly and listen,

but I only see the glisten.

Soft footsteps ring out behind me.

I’m not waiting around to see.

Then I happen to glance down,

and my face droops in a frown.

The fanged smile floats on the lily pond.

Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.

It reveals the darkness inside

that I’ve always failed to hide.

MY THOUGHTS DRIFT

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My thoughts drift to him.

He fills me with longing,

Cold as the night air.

He roams free in the dark,

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not meet him

In the forest at midnight.

I must hold firm

And not venture into the woods

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must stand strong

Or my light will turn dark.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

BLOODTHIRSTY DEMONS

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Grim reaper stands over me,

Where The Dead have come to be.

Blood won’t be my drink of choice,

Not if I have any voice.

I will go down with a fight.

I refuse to take a bite.

No bloodthirsty demon down here.

No reason to have any fear.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A GIFT

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I have a gift for you.

For you and no one else.

It comes in a black bottle.

Elaborate script on the front.

Please accept my gift.

Close your eyes.

And open your mouth.

FREE

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t dare.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness.
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.

GHOST TALES

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Oh, Ouija Board,

please bring me spirits.

Spirits of the light

and ones of the damned.

I want to hear their tales

of past lives and woes.

I want to feel

their ghostly presence.

Their dead breath

on my face.

I  feel their cold breath.

Shrieks fill the night.

Icy fingers trail down my face.

They’re at my neck.

Squeezing.

Too tight.

Much too tight…

THE RETURN

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Wolf returns to Oasis.

We’ve missed him.

His good looks.

Charming personality.

Deadly ways.

Will he arrive as a bat,

Or maybe as a wolf?

He could take the place

Of one of our own.

Will his appetite be as fierce,

His passions as strong?

So many questions

Waiting to be answered

In book 2 of THE DEAD GAME.

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THE NEWS

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The news can be deadly.

It can be lethal.

Dangerous to your health.

A fire never quenched.

PATH TO OUR OWN DESTRUCTION

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Humanity has overgrown its boundaries.

Its reach has surpassed all expectations.

We are herded into buildings like cattle.

On subways, we are packed like sardines.

Mankind spreads to devour new areas,

To bring the world under its deadly reign.

Why not spoil the open spaces, we ask, 

until they resemble our version of hell?

The ocean bears our garbage and refuse,

While the horizon dims from the smog.

We puff on our cigars and cars

Until our sins are hidden by a smoke screen.

When will we say enough is enough?

It is time to replenish what we have taken.

It’s past time to rebuild and sow.

We must save the animals going extinct,

And feed our countrymen who live on the streets.

Will this happen in our lifetimes?

We know the answer to this question.

Unless something drastic is done,

we will continue on this path 

to our own destruction.

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IT’S ALIVE

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What do I see 

as I wake from sleep?

A puppet watching me.

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins.

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one pulls its strings.

It speaks

in a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

It says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

It can’t be.

It stands before me,

taller than me.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

JUSTICE IS CRUEL

daredevil Justice is cruel. 

It walks the halls.

It moves too slow.

It bends all to its will.

We run from it.

We bow to it.

We fear it.

It takes no prisoners.

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