Poems from the Lands of Dreams

Charles bursts into laughter, his face a bright red as I complete the joke about the rhinoceros and the privy.  I lean back into my chair with a feeling of content – Charles still gasping for air – and enjoy the comfort of my surroundings.  Ah the life of the wealthy:  Leather and velvet upholstery, plentiful liqueur, and the ever faithful servants a mere clap away.  Taking out a finely…

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The Castle

I feel that I must write down there thoughe in fear that if I so not, I will be forced to insanity trying to contemplate them.   It was a night more awful than mine eyes had ever seen.  The rain came down in torrents, and the fog was like some utterly gigantic creature, trying to consume all it could reach its gangling arms out to.  It was on this…

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The GnOme StOry (abridged)

‘ere am Ahy.  Jest sittin’ et me tohypewrohyta, wrohyin’ a story.  Ahy’m callin’ it… THE GNOME STORY Ahy’m sittin’ ‘ere, mahyndin’ me own business.  In fact, Ahy’m quahyt comf’tabol in the Layzy Boy, the blaynket pulled up ta me chin.  Ahy looks left, then rohyt, scannin’ the room.  All clea’.  Wayt.  Oh, rohyt…all clea’.  Ahy lay me ‘ead back. “Allo John.” Me eyes pop open.  It’s stahndin’ the’.  All fou’…

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The GnOme StOry

“ere am I.  Just sittin’ et me typwrita, writin’ a story.  I’m callin’ it…   The GnOme StOry   I’m just sittin’ ‘ere, mindin’ me own business.  Not causin’ any trouble, inflictin’ unnecessary pain, or drinkin’ any Coke.  In fact I’m quite comfortable in the lazy boy, the blanket pulled up to me chin.  As I doze off, somethin’ in the back of me noggin tells me not to go…

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Water dream

The boy walks slowly along the dusty road, pushing the large dolly ahead of him.  The small, hard wheels crunch along the gravel, spitting out dirt and chunks of rock behind them.  The sun beats down, scorching the land, causing the boy to stop, pull out a scarf, and wipe his forehead. He pushes the cart forward to a wooden gate, its warped, cracked wood collecting dust and heat, and…

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Time of Problems

*There was a time, once, when man walked the Earth.  His mind was full, confused, running full of distractions.  He lacked the capacity to solve large eqautions, large problems in his head.  It was necessary for him to use tools to complete or accomplish his tasks.  There were too many emotions in him, condemning him to certain failure.  He was weak. *Then a man came by the name of C206-Q25-R7110. …

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Essence

I float, if that is the word to be used.  Lifeless, and yet eternal.  Neither space not time have meaning to me now.  If I were to look, I would see an infinite expanse of stars, planets, galaxies  stretching out before me.  This is my domain now, here amongst the myriad flows of gasses and energies, all beyond the wildest human imagination. I am energy.  Anywhere I wish to travel,…

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