The secret on the other side of the window

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“There are secrets behind all windows, dare to peek inside?” Gun Roswell

The secret on the other side of the window

The split glass window on the mysterious looking wall
Was inviting passersby curious enough to explore
To take a long peek of what might lie behind the sleek
And small size but still perfectly cut to fit squares
Hardly even see through but inviting nevertheless
To bring forth the underlying adventurer and dare devil
And to seek out what ever mystery there was to uncover
Behind those four individual blocks of tainted glass
Because this game was about to begin and those on board
Would be assured a play of a life time when the chime
Dinged three times and then, there would be no turning back
As stepping through the window made of four blocks of glass
Was a portal to the unknown, to be now known to the those
Daring without scaring venturing into the world beyond

Secret Door

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“What secrets lie behind door number seven?” Gun Roswell

Secret Door

Ever so slowly
The door opens,
Boldly
Still, sneaking in
Through
The open crack
Not once
Looking back
The odds
Against me stacked
But enthusiasm
I do not lack
Walking through
One step
At the time
For now
I am feelinga
Just fine
Knowing
This place beyond
Will be mine
Breath hitches
As I am finally
Inching
My way through
Quick
Is the beat
Of my very heart
I know now
I should have
Played it smart
But it’s too late
No more do I hesitate
I am finally here
Through the doorway
Through the looking glass
I have
Now passed
And it could not
Be better!

Skeletons in the Closet for Freaky Friday

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“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton,
you may as well make it dance”
George Bernard Shaw

Skeletons in the Closet

I found some skeletons, deep in my closet
I don’t know how they got there, possibly it was a good idea as a deposit
Now, I know this house is old, drafty and has leaky faucets
Yes, and it has caused quite the dent in my wallet

But as you can probably surmise
And imagine my total surprise
When these bones from the past
Out from their hiding splashed

So now, I am sitting on the floor
Carefully watching the door
Hoping to get these bones ridden
To a place safe, secret, away hidden

Unfortunately, at this day and age, I don’t have a time portal
Which could aide me to turn back time and make all normal
Make past things right, to not to run away from the fights
But, now I can only try to hide, that which I once let slide

People in glass houses, should not throw bones
Keep off your microphones and telephones in your own homes
You can never be too sure or safe
So just remember to lock your secrets in a very safe place

Smokey Friday part one

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“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair

Smokey Friday

Smoke, on the water, smoke, on the asphalt, smoke in the air: That is not fair!

Friday was finally here. A time of joy, a time of parties, a time of all the things you could not do during the week, because you had to get up early and that meant going to bed early… see where I am going with this? Yes it was just that time, Friday, the day, freedom begun.

But as most of us may have feared, the weather gods in their great wisdom, had decided our fates to follow an other path. The cold damp outside, just made you want to stay indoors, close the curtains, cover the doors. Light up all the candles… oh this was certainly a scandal!

Continued in part two

Smokey Friday part two

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“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair

Smokey Friday

Foggy, cold, damp. Do I need to this list add? Oh why was this weather made to last?

I could not wait to get out of here fast!

Staring, at the bright coloured images on the wall, that moment trying to stall. Memories from the year last, were filling my mind fast. Wondering, was it still possible? Maybe if I let something go?

Thinking, thinking, thinking. One more look outside, and there it was: I had decided.

Running into the bedroom, opening the closet door, taking out my suitcase and quickly, not deciding,

taking out some clothing. Sooner than later, the bag was packed. I had just stuff grabbed and now on my way downstairs, passport in one hand, suitcase in the other. Anything else, I could not be bothered.

Calling the taxi, anticipating, blasting, why I had not thought of this sooner.

Never mind, better later I told myself as the taxi arrived and it I hailed.

The door slammed shut, I was sitting on my butt and on my way, where ever, because here I could not stay: preferably sunshine and sandy beaches, as far as the eye sight reaches….

Skeletons in the Closet

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Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected

“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton,
you may as well make it dance”
George Bernard Shaw

Skeletons in the Closet

I found some skeletons, deep in my closet
I don’t know how they got there, possibly it was a good idea as a deposit
Now, I know this house is old, drafty and has leaky faucets
Yes, and it has caused quite the dent in my wallet

But as you can probably surmise
And imagine my total surprise
When these bones from the past
Out from their hiding splashed

So now, I am sitting on the floor
Carefully watching the door
Hoping to get these bones ridden
To a place safe, secret, away hidden

Unfortunately, at this day and age, I don’t have a time portal
Which could aide me to turn back time and make all normal
Make past things right, to not to run away from the fights
But, now I can only try to hide, that which I once let slide

People in glass houses, should not throw bones
Keep off your microphones and telephones in your own homes
You can never be too sure or safe
So just remember to lock your secrets in a very safe place