Showing posts with label fate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fate. Show all posts

Sunday, September 8, 2019

ONE WITH THE EARTH

Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©

We tend to forget
we’ve sprung from the soil.
When our time is done,
we’ll return to it.
We must maintain our humility,
keep our humanity intact.
The earth can still reject us,
eject us from its sphere.
Don’t tempt it.

Sunday, May 26, 2019

THERE IS NO SUN


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The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, November 18, 2018

DISCARDED MEMORIES


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The waves cascade,
bringing their baggage to shore.
Debris of lives gone by
and places far away.
Seaweed tickles my toes.
Shells crunch beneath my heels.
A motley display of humanity
sprinkled through the pink sand.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

THE FINAL BELL


passium Deactivated


Walk to the end.
A long walk alone.
Clouds hang low.
Quiet reigns supreme.
Darkness abounds.
One foot in front of the other.
Moving closer to the end.
Does heaven wait for me?
I close my eyes in acceptance.
Fate has rung her final bell.

Friday, May 18, 2018

NO SUN


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The moonlight shines on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the day from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, May 28, 2017

SINKHOLE




SINKHOLE
A sinkhole where the house has stood
Lies deep in the deserted wood.
Where has everyone gone to?
The grass and trees are gone too.
A house and garden have once stood here.
Now there is only the ground laid bare.
Could they be in the tunnels below?
Will you hear me if I yell ‘hello’?
I hear rumbling coming from the hole.
The loose rocks are beginning to roll.
I should leave before it’s too late
And I suffer the same sad fate.
THE DEAD GAME

Monday, May 1, 2017

THE SEARCH


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THE SEARCH
In the quiet summer night,
Light shining from a great height,
A search until morning light.
We hold strong with all our might
That we find what we’re searching for,
Before night ends and shuts the door.
We need to find her before it’s too late.
We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.
A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.
It must be her alone in the park.
The light shines on her pretty face.
She sees us and picks up her pace.
She is crying and laughing at the same time.
A perfect ending to this story of mine.

Monday, August 1, 2016

DARKNESS OF HELL



The sky is fading.
The moon is leaving.
I’m falling down a pit.
Into the darkness of hell.
Where men don’t go.
And The Dead rule.
You must save me.
From my sad fate.
I won’t leave.
Without a brave fight.
THE DEAD GAME

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

OASIS IN THE DARK



The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, March 22, 2015

WAITING


As still as stone.
Standing so quiet.
Chilled to the bone.
On auto pilot.

I can see your reflection.
So pensive and worried.
Facing the one direction.
And not at all hurried.

Don't be so sad and lonely.
For whom do you wait?
Is it your one and only?
We'll leave it to fate.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

THE DEAD OF NIGHT

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Come to the party.
There will be dancing
and plenty of champagne.
A glass house
with perfect guests
in ballgowns and tuxedos,
circling the dance floor
under sparkling chandeliers.
Frozen statues sprinkled about.
A mermaid fountain waiting
in the rose garden.
Nothing could be better
or more perfect.
That is, until the clock
strikes midnight.
All freeze to the sound.
Many ascend the clear
staircase to the rooms above.
Where have they gone?
And why?
We are left to wonder
with the dwindling number
of guests.
Will our fate be sealed
on this night?
Come and help us.

THE DEAD GAME
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