UNWANTED FOOTSTEPS

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Silence sweeps the streets clean.

No voices to mark the white surface.

A cold wind brushes away

prints of unwanted footsteps.

Lights in the distance

warn us of inhabitants.

Ignore those earthly reminders

of noise and commotion.

Instead, enjoy the serenity

nature presents to us.

A NEW DAY

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After the rain,

the streets sparkle.

The sun shines.

Kids play ball.

Bicycles ride by.

Couples walk hand in hand.

The air sings with laughter,

drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeps in the shadows.

A new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

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The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.

THE PERFECT MELODY

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.

TRAPPED IN WONDERLAND

Crowds of people.

Cars honking.

People shoving.

Where are they going?

A blur to me.

A mass of humanity.

Hurrying to their end.

No individuality.

No manners.

Only a need to get somewhere fast.

Trapped in their thoughts.

In a hurry to go nowhere.

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

The snow is falling.

Flakes float to the ground.

A hush falls across the city.

Few cars dare to brave the roads.

Too soon for building snowmen.

Footsteps have yet to marr

The white surface.

A white blanket.

Sparkling clean.

The city is refreshed.

Its sins covered.

A rebirth.

LIFE EMERGES

 

In the midst of darkness,

life emerges.

It walks

the streets.

It flies

in the skies.

It swims

the waves.

Life is persistent.

AFTER THE RAIN

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After The Rain

The streets will be sparkling clean.

The sun will shine.

Kids play ball.

Bicycles ride by.

Couples walk hand in hand.

The air sweet with laughter from

the diners at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeps in the shadows.

A new day.

Sparkling clean.

BENEATH THE CITY

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BENEATH THE CITY

Take me down the road.

All the way down.

Beneath the city.

To what lies below.

To the deepest depths.

Where no one dares to tread.

This is reality.

This is the city.

DARK ARE THE STREETS

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Dark are the streets.

Along which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through town they go.

Bodies they leave behind.

Blood-dry they must die.

Church bells are tolling.

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must.

Before we are dust.

THE DEAD GAME

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ONE WINDOW

One  window among many.

One window to the world.

Looking out to the darkness.

Alone.

Waiting.

Looking out to the darkness.

Waiting for something.

Or maybe someone.

PERFECT

Clean away the dirt.

Soon the sun will shine.

On sparkling clean streets.

Where kids will be playing.

Riding on bicycles.

Couples walking hand in hand.

Dinner at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeping in the shadows.

Perfect.

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

"I leave the storefronts behind,
With their pastel colors and shiny windows.
Windows eager to let in the famous Oasis sunlight.
I want to reach the beach.
I want to leave work and troubles behind me.
The sand will trickle through my toes.
The sea breeze will propel me forward
To the every-waiting, omniscient ocean.
The waves dance and writhe in their demented dance.
A dance growing wilder and wilder by the minute.
I feel their salty sweat on my face.
The trees join in,
Flapping their branches as if trying to hold hands.
The wind follows last with a rage of its own.
It torments the water and the trees
Until leaves are flying free
And waves are attacking the shore.
Why is this happening?
I should go back to town.
The town behind me is being plummeted.
Roof tops are flying through the air.
Glass crunches beneath my feet.
Windows hang broken and twisted.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once white church stands charcoal black
In the midst of its debris.
A day gone terribly wrong.
Whose fault is it?
The creatures who visit our town at night.
They are determined to destroy each and every one of us.
Are they demons or humans?
Who knows?
Oasis will never be safe unless these evil ones are annihilated.
We must save our town.
I have friends who will help me.
There are those who doubt our wisdom and abilities.
But we will clean out the riffraff from town.
Don't get in our way or you might join the garbage."
Linda turns to find her friends.
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 49

A simple evening walk.
A time to breathe the fresh air.
The streets beckon to me
With their soothing lights.

Yellow glows of love and laughter are
Reflected in dancing spots on wet cobblestones.
Spots of light that I can never call my own
As they bounce away from my reaching hands.

A peek in the windows confirms my suspicion
Of lives lived to the fullest.
Meals enjoyed and savored,
Bringing family members even closer.

I walk alone in the night.
No one's hand to hold.
No meals to share.
My thoughts are all for myself.

I will search for my friends,
Each one of us lonely beings in a small town,
Where family is the desired way of life,
And loneliness is scorned upon.

I am no longer alone.
Footsteps are following me,
The long strides of a man.
Moving closer with each step.
Soon he'll be upon me.

I run down the slippery stairs,
Desperate to outrun my stalker.
He is right behind me.
I shudder before I slip and fall.

I roll down two flights of stairs
To land in a ball at the bottom.
I'm terrified to lift my head
Or check my bruised knees.

Someone squats down beside to me.
An arm encircles my shoulders.
I feel warm and sheltered.
I peek through the mess of my hair,
And I recognize Todd.

A man who has saved me countless times.
A man of few words and no fears.
A man I want to trust but can't.
He helps me stand up.

I am wrapped in his strong arms.
Soothed by his soft voice.
It is hard to stay strong and aloof.
It is so hard to be independent.

He looks over my bruises.
He leads me to the hospital.
A few stitches and I'm free.
Free to leave with Todd.

Todd drives me home to his apartment.
Few words are spoken between us.
We don't need words to explain our thoughts.
A touch, a smile, a wink is all we need.

He puts me into his bed and leaves.
I wait for his return.
I hear him moving about the apartment.
I'm left alone until the morning light.

At midnight, I have an awful dream,
Where Wolf attacks Todd.
He takes me in his arms
And we fly away to a place in the stars.

Wolf has evil inside him.
This evil drives him to do
Unspeakable things to humans.
To me, he's always been compassionate.

Thank god it is only a dream.
It is Todd who walks into the room and not Wolf.
He asks how I feel  and is happy with my answer.
I tell him I'm ready to go home.

His face fills with a scowl.
"You're not safe to be living on your own.
Wolf might return at any moment."

"If he wanted me,
He could've taken me at any time.
But he didn't. 
I'm going home."
I gather my clothes to get dressed.

"No! I will stay with you.
Todd stands firm with his hands on his hips.
He must always get his way,
But this time he won't.

We walk by the beach to reach my apartment.
The winds are playing their games again.
The howling winds are shaking the trees so hard 
That leaves and limbs flee for their lives.

Wolf appears before us,
Circled by thrashing winds,
Lit up from lightning strikes
In colors of orange, yellow, and green.

He doesn't appear human,
But an omnipotent supernatural force.
He raises his arms to increase the winds.
His shouts intensify the lightning and thunder.

I cannot move.
I'm stuck in the sand.
Todd is trying to move.
Wolf laughs and blows Todd into the ocean.

I scream and scream.
Louder than ever before.
In a higher pitch.
He will not win again.

Wolf saunters over to me.
His swagger sickens me.
He takes me in his arms
And covers my lips with his.

He is taking control of my mind.
My strength is oozing out of my body.
I don't want to fight anymore.
I give in.

Wolf lifts me in his arms
And gives a hearty roar.
He takes me to the skies,
Where others of his kind wait.

I look down to Earth
For any sign of my friends or Todd.
I can see no one.
But I know they won't give up on me.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME