I AM SMOKE

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I am smoke.

I am air.

Watch me fly

Through the air.

Hold my breath,

Head held high,

You are alive

And so am I.

A PUFF OF SMOKE

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is short.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

The candles flicker.

A life is gone.

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

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FLEETING

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

It is memorable.

It can be fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers lurk everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

PETALS TO THE SKY

skull-heads

 

Smoke fills my lungs,

I stand strong.

Petals to the sky,

I fulfill my destiny.

Tears burn holes

never to be filled.

Demons in my soul

leave scars never repaired.

Each sigh forces a step back.

Each storm bends my stem a bit more.

I persevere through the rain,

the sleet,

the snow.

I yield to the sun and the moon.

I take what is given.

I replace when I’m able.

Though dry are my leaves,

I lift them to the sky.

Though parched are my lips,

I face the sun.

Smoke burns my eyes,

but I see clear.

I bow my head.

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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ALIVE

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I am smoke.

I am air.

Watch me fly.

Through the air.

I hold my breath.

Head held high.

You are alive.

And so am I.

A SWIRL OF SMOKE

Lost in a swirl of smoke

as it climbs the night sky.

It dances with the wind

as it reaches up high.

The smoke flickers and shakes

throughout its delicate journey.

Braced against any breath

from the nearby beings’ yearning.

It rises slowly.

Its arms reach up to the moon.

A cold wind wafts past.

It will be there all too soon.

ALIVE

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I am smoke.

I am air.

Watch me fly.

Through the air.

Hold my breath.

Head held high.

You are alive.

And so am I.

A PUFF OF SMOKE

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is memorable.

Life is short.

Life is fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers are lurking everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

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LET’S PLAY

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Smoke covers our town.

Shades of purple, green, and blue.

A disguise for The Dead.

It descends in a cloud.

To walk our streets.

To enter our homes.

We have our own tricks.

Our own disguises.

Come and let’s play.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE BOOK

THE BOOK

Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive.
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring out from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories come out and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.

THE BOOK

THE BOOK

Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive.
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring out from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories come out and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.