HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Happy Holidays from THE DEAD GAME SERIES!

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THANKSGIVING WITH THE DEAD

Spend Thanksgiving with The Dead.

A little horror for the holidays.

Put on your masks & dancing shoes.

Thanksgiving will never be the same.

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HAPPY TOGETHER

A beautiful couple.

Happy together.

Fun times.

Sad times.

Good memories.

New house.

Children.

Grandchildren.

Parties.

Funerals.

Happy together in life.

Happy together in death.

Neil Leist

Yesterday, I met a famous photographer, Tony Vaccaro, who had photographed my brother in 1981. It was a year before my brother’s car accident. After two years in a coma, Neil passed. I’m more determined than ever to write a book on my brother’s life. Tony took photos of Presidents Kennedy, Obama, and Nixon. Famous stars like Sophia Lauren. Artists like Picasso and Georgia O’Keefe. And my brother, Neil Leist. Neil had just become the CEO and President of American Bakeries. He made his fortune in the commodities markets and was on his way to the top. The accident ended his dreams and mine.

This isn't the photo taken by Tony Vaccaro. This photograph is the last one I have of my brother. 

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

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A THANKSGIVING SPIN

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

Happy Mother’s Day

from THE DEAD GAME SERIES

and Susanne Leist

A bloody sweet day

where your wishes

and fantasies

come true.

HAPPY TOGETHER

A beautiful couple.

Fun adventures.

Sad times.

Good memories.

Unhappy losses.

New house.

Children.

Grandchildren.

Parties.

Funerals.

Happy together in life.

Happy together in death.

A THANKSGIVING SPIN

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A THANKSGIVING SPIN

Sweet and tasty it may be.

It does not come for free.

Life was given up

For this group to sup.

What are your holiday wishes?

And what could be the side dishes?

Some sliced fingers on a crystal plate

May satisfy your cravings of late.

Enjoy!

ARE WE EVER ALONE?

 World of Darkness

Are we ever alone?

Do we carry with us

the spirits of the past;

the loved ones who 

have passed?

I can feel them

and sometimes see them.

Can you?

MY STORY

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All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

My family doesn’t care.

Would you?

A SNOWFLAKE

A snowflake.

Each one is different.

Unique.

Created by nature.

For us.

This snowflake is 

a gift for me

from someone

who is unique

in her own way.

My daughter.

The perfect gift.

Thank you.

CAN I EVER LET GO?

A fellow author is compiling poetry from authors on her WordPress site. The topic is letting go. I sat down and wrote this poem about my brother. As tears fell from my eyes, I felt sad and happy at the same time. Sad that I will never see him again, and happy that I can share my love with others.

Can I ever let go?

Can I ever let go of your touch?
At night, I dream of your fingers.
I can’t believe I miss you so much.
Your strokes through my hair still linger.

Can I ever let go of your eyes?
With great pride, you watched me grow.
I dearly pray for one last surprise.
You to return to me, I know.

I know my prayers won’t be answered.
My wishes never come true.
But I still have hopes to be answered.
And one day to see you too.

Can I ever let go of your humor?
Your wit and jokes had lightened my days.
I know this is much more than a rumor
That I’ll never have you brighten my days.

Days keep on passing.
But life must go on.
My heart is fasting
Each day it beats on.

Can I ever let go of you?
To my dearest, older brother,
My answer is a ‘no’ to you.
You weren’t only my brother.

You helped my mother to raise me.
You provided light for her blind eyes.
You’ll always be the best of me.
Until the day, I close my own eyes.​

HIS DEAR FACE

In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.

Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.

One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.

Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.

I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.

He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.

I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love

A DOOR

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A door among many others.

A family like all the others.

Eating at the dinner table.

Drinking wine.

Laughing.

But something is off.

The wine is blood.

The dessert are fingers.

A family not like the others.

THE DEAD GAME

A DOOR

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A door among many others.

A family like all the others.

Eating at the dinner table.

Drinking wine.

Laughing.

But something is off.

The wine is blood.

The dessert are fingers.

A family not like the others.

THE DEAD GAME

A SNOWY DAY

Paradise is within our grasp.

Within our environment.

Within our homes.

We have to stop and listen.

It could be as simple

as a snowy day.

Or as complex as

a large family.

Enjoy the happy season.

Have fun in the snow.

Appreciate your family.

Paradise is within our grasp.