dreams

Bag Babies

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Poetry

I was seated in a car,

but we weren’t driving.

Mysterious man with me,

Alhireth-Hotep; I suspect Thee.

 

Bags were on the road,

Babies popped out.

Yes, my mind is weird

but it makes me proud.

 

I stepped out of the car,

this I had to see!

But a black man with a gun,

was halting me.

 

I tried to ignore at best,

I had to take the babies

away from this evil man,

and I looked at the bag;

another popped out!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

I’m walking in my sleep tonight

I’m walking in my sleep tonight

By jfarrell

 

I’m walking in my sleep tonight

As soon as my head hits the pillow

And I am away to the Land of Nod

 

With one stride I will cross the Atlantic Ocean

With the next I will be at love’s home

Then seated on the swing on her porch

 

Holding her in my arms

Kissing her passionately

*this is a “PG” rated poem - this scene has been deleted*

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

dreams are magic :)

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Armageddon-Bullet

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Short Stories

Thunder was heard from outside, I saw the lightning through a hole in my curtains. I knew they had come, I started to walk around. Then on a bookshelf I saw the statue of the Demon, the Demon I knew but instantly again (and to my frustration) forgot his name. Then He spoke to me, the Demon; He discussed with a fierce voice the upcoming end of the world and many other things of which I had no understanding.

 

The Demon showed me a vision of great Anubis-beasts who made the ground tremble, black they were, with great Anubis-heads and vast bodies without roundings (at least none were such as visible). On top of these Anubis-beasts rode great Pharaohs dressed in white and gold, but immediately through or split from their chests bloody open came zombies, leaving the pharaohs cut open and dead, falling away from the great beasts. That was my vision of the end of the world, which always seems to include zombies.

 

Ramses came into the room after I heard the alarm of war outside, he said we had to hide from the bullets that would kill a man so he said he would hide me in the cellar. As ridiculous as he is, he put me under the table in a sleeping-bag, that was his cellar, I don't know, maybe he was already mad at this point; it just didn't make much sense to keep lying there so I stood up and walked towards the window. Then a bullet came through the glass, but it was a strange bullet; it seeks its target and keeps bumping to the walls until it has find a target. This time the bullet didn't hit me but almost did as I was unbalanced and had great difficulty avoiding the bullet.

 

I decided to go to the cellar myself. There were strange colored glass windows (which I don't recall seeing before) in the many rooms (which were all mine as I claimed them before due to the reason that nobody wanted to live there because of the evil things possibly dwelling there). I had really huge rooms but I decided to remain in the small rooms...

 

Then it happened, the bullet came through one of the windows, as it started to seek its target people came running down the stairs towards me (including Ramses). They all saw it when the bullet hit me, but then something weird happened: it didn't kill me, it made me mad, really insane, delirium in a chaotic way...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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Anubis The Forecast

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Poetry

The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.

 

From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis;

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...

 

With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.

 

A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I drowned into the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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An Account of Monsters

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Short Stories

I was in the squat, they always seemed to me like buildings from third-world-countries; but you have to do with what you have. There was one beautiful room with a black sofa (I always wanted a sofa in my room) and no television, a drying rack, some music-boxes, clothespins, etc. But the sad thing was that the room belonged to someone else. Ramses told me I could stay in the room (but that is something else than having it yourself), so I stayed. I enjoyed the room till the moment came the owner came home, I locked the door so I had to open it of course and he came inside telling me it was alright I used his room, what a relief!

 

At the front of the house there was a monster, I always feared the day would come that the minions of Cthulhu would be released (and still I do pray for the very day) and here (in this dimension) it has come to pass, I fear they will consume me alive. I know the name of the monster in front of my house but I fear to recall it by its name. The most scary thing was that I opened the door slightly and for a moment I feared the monster would come through the door into the house to eat us all, but the door closed fastly, we were safe again...

 

For some time I pondered at the lake, it was night. I was outside and kept walking up and down next to the black waters, I wondered where the Deep Ones were and if they would come to get me too, I wished to see them, I truly did, but nothing happened. But at least I could contemplate upon the lake. I was thinking about the monster, what was it doing? Was it sleeping? Was it watching me? The gray huge monster, the thing I feared most.

 

I had another room; it was high in a cocoon of white plastic, it was a bubble. It was not much, maybe it was not even real but it was there, there high in the air where the monsters couldn't reach me, where the gray thing from beyond couldn't touch me, I loved this place. I started to put on my inline-skates; the plan was to outskate the monsters speed, to be able to be faster than him; like I did before that day when I outran the cops on the street near the Fish-market. When I looked outside of the bubble I saw the dragons, the monsters; and I knew that they were mere creations of the mind, but still I feared them even more, while in truth I am one with them; even one with the monster who haunts me.

 

The monster was able to get inside this time, fastly it ran through the hall, slaying all in its path, it was time and I was finished. When I returned to the beautiful room, he was dead, the owner was dead. His body was lying bloodred on the black sofa. When I explored more I noticed that everybody was dead, but Ramses I couldn't find; of course he mystically disappeared (like always). I heard something. Fear took control of me. Large footsteps in the hallway, shuffling sounds. I had to move, I just had to move. I crawled to the door and looked around the corner. Nothing. Fastly I closed the door behind me. I couldn't stay here. What reason I had to stay here? Suddenly the monster jumped from around the corner on me, knocked me with my head down on the floor and devoured me alive...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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Aira - Part 2

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Poetry

City of marble and beryl

The curving river Nithra,

Where the poet Iranon

Had a father that once ruled as King!

 

Palaces with golden domes,

Gardens with flowing fountains;

In the midst of reflecting pools.

 

There stands a citadel,

View of the entire city.

And never so beautiful beholded,

As the view of the serene Sea.

 

Groves and fertile fields,

A brook called the Kra

Crosses the valley from the hills

In a series of waterfalls.

 

Forested with yath-trees,

Dreamed by the very poet

And they said it was only a dream...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Aira

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Poetry

Constructed of beryl and white,

This city glimmers in the night.

Gold-veined marble, golden-domed;

Famous for the lovely murals.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Aggressive Warhead

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Poetry

I was at home,

Relaxed and alone.

I lay sleeping,

The darkness was reaping.

 

Then I heard the sound;

Crushed windows all around.

Everything was destroyed,

Of glass everything devoid.

 

Then I heard Warhead at my door,

Personification of Balthazor.

The glass broke into shivers,

Splinters were in my flesh delivered.

 

In spite of my fear,

At Warhead I did appear.

And tried to calm him down,

And he stopped throwing things around.

 

Everything seemed to be well,

Warhead had changes of mood, I can tell.

And Lays-chips was lying there,

I wouldn't touch it, I declared;

'cause it belonged to Warhead.

 

Hours later, Warhead came down;

In his anger still drowned.

He wanted his stuff,

But I knew he would bluff.

Always talking about guns,

But the true deed he shuns.

Though I was confused,

His stuff was unused.

Is what Ramses did tell,

And so ended this hell...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Something that happened to me in real life and a dream I had afterwards.

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The Nymph

She was a beauty
Hair like silk.
 
She was colored gold,
Skin white as milk.
 
I saw her in my mind,
Felt her in my arms.
 
Woke up from the nightmare,
Recalling no harm.
 
The thoughts went on for hours,
The dreams went on for years.
 
Day merged into week,
Tear after tear.
 
She tore my family,
The silky haired nymph.
 
But so long as I got my fix, 
My ambitions would remain limp.
 
One day I saw the girl,
On 23 and 8th.
 
Just as I had remembered her,
Every little detail in place.
 
I approached her from behind,
Courteous as could be.
 
She said a kind "Hello",
And acted like she'd never met me.
 
"'Tis I" I replied,
She giggled and turned away.
 
I grabbed her by the hair,
I was never one to play.
 
I was oblivious to her screams,
It was all in good fun.
 
Surely she must remember!
She was the one!
 
I took her back home, 
Laid her in bed.
 
Gave her a drink,
Stroked the silky hair on her head.
 
"Let me go," she pleaded,
But I had done no wrong.
 
Surely she must be joking,
We'd been together for so long.
 
This went on for months,
The silky haired girl and I.
 
I never got her name,
All she did was cry.
 
One night she tried to run,
Oh how dumb she must've thought I.
 
But I let her go swift And fast,
She could never hide.
 
As you can well imagine,
I found her hiding in the forest
On the following eve.
 
She was broken, matted, helpless,
Simply Splitting at the seams.
 
I could take a hint,
She didn't want my love.
 
So I let her go,
With a passionate push and loving shove.
 
I have yet to confess her whereabouts
She's still "missing" to this day.
 
The bitch should've listened 
 
 
                         I was never one to play.
 
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Over & out.