fantasy

Wake up

Wake up

Jfarrell

 

(“woke up, fell outta bed…. dragged a comb across my head”…. the Beatles)

 

…... calling JIM! Are you receiving? Over!….

 

Taking hits from everywhere…

My stolen starship hitting venus hard….

Gonna get a little ‘dusty’ this mission…

 

All I heard was …

“multi-billion dollar…..”

…..

Must have been on dinner break when they were telling us about the security…

Don’t matter now…

That rocket blast…

 

Bring….bring…cock a doodle doo

 

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blackness, blinding light…

 

Racing my dinosaur…..

Mountains…. rivers…. battles…. shiny swords….

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!bong a gong dingity BONG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Numbnutz

 

…...

 

“fred’s sick again? REALLLY?!”

“OK, EMERGENCY STAGE 1! GET TO POSITIONS!!!!!!”

“ON MY MARK…”

 

….…………

 

I saw the magic sword and dived for it….

Blood, guts,  friend, brother, family….

Nothing, but a mass grave…

Wearily…

So exhausted…

I stand

And face my enemy with determination and…

 

MARK!!!!!

 

Bing a ling a blooody ling!!!! wake up!

….

 

“What’s that you say, Lassie?…

Skippy, popeye and rin-tin-tin (whoever he was)

Got stuck down a well?….

 

Here’s a convenient phonebooth…

One tick, lemme get me cape on….

Superslug saves the day….

 

ATTENTION!!! ATTENTION!!!!

Things have gone sideways….

And we are now executing plan nine….

(... where the  hell is my supervisor…

I so not authorised for this….)

 

MARK!!!!!!

 

As I lie,

Twitching in my sleep…

Holding off the barbarian hordes….

 

A door opens in my left sole,

And 2 little dudes run out…

Plug the crank shaft into a hair-hole…

And

Wind like the devil was blowing a fire up their ar….

 

I sneeze and wake up….

And my left ankle, so bloody itchy….

Bugger….

Overslept….

Gonna be late for work.

 

…...

“And we’re off…..!!!

Great work everyone…

Xept fred, tell fred he’s fired….!”

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i did...eventually.... wake up.....

just wish i couod rememeber wher i parked my dinosaur

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Where is your mind at?

Where is your mind at?

By jfarrell

 

Rolled up my trouser leg… been hurting lots…

To see a golf ball-sized swelling on my shin….

You think you’d have noticed…

Swelling that big, when you hit it,

It must have hurt.

 

And I haven’t got a clue…

Duracell Donkey…

Working 12-16 hour days;

Midnight finishes; 4 am starts;

Not enough sleep.

 

I walked out of work today…

“You don’t wanna pay me? I don’t wanna work. Bye.”

And I feel really, REALLY proud of that..

Maybe I can still be a “man” someday…

WHERE IS MY MIND?

 

Lost a days wages…. but… more importantly….

WTF did I do to my leg????????

I ain’t kidding.. killing me for days, but looked fine;

Hurts to walk, but I gotta work….

Looked to day… WTF??? golf ball??

 

My journey to work today, on the tube….

Well… “on the tube”….

Plugged into music….

Fighting space battles on the edge of the galaxy….

Starting revolutions ….

Giving in to the inevitable, pushing the button…

I, President of the….. start WWW3…

Welcome to the party ;-)

….…

 

Soundtrack

Queen - ‘flash’

You know the guitar riff… them lyrics, the beatles, need I say more?…

Men at Work - “It’s a mistake”….

….…

Mixed in with some ‘hey, joe’, nine inch nails, dire straits…

John lee hooker, robert johnson…eric clapton….

…. and….

Eminem keeps wanting to join the party…

And I am VERY tempted ;-)

But…

Being a depressive…

Trying to stay ‘positive’ and ‘upbeat’…

I skip him and a few great songwriters and guitarists right now….

 

Jim…

Where TF are you????? knock knock…. reality shouting really LOUD!!!!

WHERE IS YOUR MIND??????

HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR F****…. LEG????

To hurt it like that… and not notice…

 

WHERE IS YOUR MIND AT????

 

We’ve all been there.

Right?

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i bashed my leg against a lot of things this week.... i'm a drunk, i'm clumsy and being doing it for feking ages.....

but... seriously....

you'd think... to have that big aa swelling....  it would have hurt when you done it

and you'd rememeber it

Where are you?

Where are you?

By jfarrell

 

Jim….. Jim….. JIM!!!!

Where are you?

 

“sorry, was racing my dinosaur through the Martian forest;

Trying to evade the two assassins, after my bounty…..)

 

Oops! Sorry, was polishing spoons….

Bing! (eyes widen and sparkle)

Big shiny SHINY smile…

With all the noises of a grand-grand-grandfather clock going off…

I raise my head….

SNAP….

And it drops to my chest..

 

My fontanel slides open,

A million ants emerge and erect a scaffold around my shoulders

And a giant, bright pink crane

Raises my head fully

 

“yes, sir. What were you saying?”

I mumble, as I stupidly hand you some spoons to polish.

 

Jim, where are you?

“I’m at work, handing you spoons, aren’t I?”

No! You’re in the laundrette, in your underwear again…. dancing…

I really gotta get more sleep… don’t know what day it is…

 

Nevermind where I am.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a bit of fun

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Childhood dreams

Childhood dreams

By jfarrell

 

I was born in 1967;

Man had landed on the moon

And Dr Who and Star Trek

Were the best shows on TV.

 

Too young to be afraid of Russia, or Vietnam or Yugoslavia;

Daleks, Klingons, Cybermen,

Were my enemy;

Mankind’s enemy.

 

The United Federation of Planets;

Not just us;

A host of planets, spread across the galaxy;

United.

 

 

Well, Brexit’s put that back about a billion years;

On the bright side.. if the daleks and cybermen ARE watching;

They’re wetting themselves laughing;

And all that water gonna make them very rusty

 

Maybe, mankind will survive.

When they invade.

Then I could surrender and fulfil my childhood dream…

To be assimilated; to become a BORG.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

curious.... i wanna be assimilated.. fit in... be like everyone else.... but my country doesn't.... really curious...

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Dragon scale gown

Dragon scale gown

By jfarrell

 

 

Dazzling…

Eyes blind - everywhere you look

Seared golden brand

Reality, a fog on the edges.

 

Shut your eyes,

The burning, golden scar of light

You still see;

Open eyes; reality still a dense fog, on the edge.

 

Light, stars, madness, pain, joy;

I don’t know how;

My dragon gave to me a cloak…

Woven from her scales.

 

When you look at me, I don’t know what you see;

I can’t see me anymore;

I see a smartly dressed waiter, bartender, food dispenser;

Not a mass murderer… gimme a machine gun!!! PLEASE!!!!

 

Light, so beautiful, you have to praise god;

Dark so powerful, you have to hope there’s a devil;

OMFG!!!! my dragon is so beautiful! More real!!!!

…. but I KNOW your’s are more beautiful, and breathtakingly stunning…

 

Please, SHOW ME!

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

mission impossible masks - rip off the waiter, bartender still here;

rip off that mask....

want cookie with your coffee...

or fries with you hamburger?.....

drunk, stoned, i got so many masks

no-one's gonna find my ghost ;-)

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Out to Lunch

Out to Lunch

By jfarrell

 

You see….

 

I pass you your fries and burger and grab your drink;

But, I am so not here;

Sorry.

 

Arms, legs…. other bits…

All auto pilot; sorry;

Like Clark Kent stuck in the phone booth

You don’t see me;

You see what’s left behind.

 

As I give you your diet cola with extra ice…

 

I am in some imaginary battleground;

Orcs, dragons, dinosaurs, elves;

Humans…. ATTENTION, lunch is served;

Diving in and out of foxholes;

Crawling low as I can through muck;

Tossing a few fragment grenades

And commanding my pet dinosaurs to flank the enemy;

Having a dwarf’s axe bury itself so close to my head

I no longer the long haired rocker I was,

But being a skinhead seems to make me look tougher

The alliance run from me in terror…

 

“so, 2 burgers, 3 small fries, and 4 colas (1 with with extra ice)….”

 

BUGGER!!! THAT HURT!!!!

Where did the dragon come from?

Cheating putin-paid-russian- better than us European players (maybe?)

If you believe we lose Alterac Valley so much,

Because Alliance are all Russian hackers….

I dunno, maybe horde is really that bad.

Let’s be honest….

We wanna chop someone’s head off now,

Not waste 10 minutes discussing tactics…

 

“that’ll be £12.58… any doughnuts?….

Or our vanilla triple whipped cream, crammed with goodies, milkshake, on special offer…..

 

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Horde win again

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WE ROCK

 

“Thank you sir, would you like a receipt?

And, please enjoy the game.”

With a big shiney smile as I hand you your receipt and change;

And….

Move on to the next customer.

 

If it is YOU I am serving,

I am SO sorry, I mean no discourtesy or disrespect;

I am out to lunch

And have been a very, very long time.

 

And all my battles have a rocking sound track;

From the earliest blues, I am THE Crossroads;

To “take my hand;

Off to never-never land”

 

The “blues brothers” tell me, I’m guilty;

And sting says “we’re starting up a brand new day.”

Dire straits gave me a six-blade knife (my secret weapon);

And

“two thousand zero zero, party over,

“we’re out of time”.. Prince is a LEGEND (sorry)

 

I hand the next customer his hotdog, with extra stuff on top;

Sorry, but, I not here;

Out to lunch… please leave a message at the beep

And, enjoy your stay :-)

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

since i started writing poems recently and putting them here....

Stephen has really encouraged me a lot

i just wanted to say thanx :-)

and i hope you all enjoy the music :-)

 

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Happy Birthday Warcraft

Happy Birthday Warcraft

By jfarrell

 

(to the greatest video game in the world - in my opinion)

 

Happy 13th Birthday to World of Warcraft,

And a big shout out for my guild, Nascent;

13 years I have lived this game

And it’s been far better than my real life (big truth).

 

From my first warlock killing boars in the Valley of Trials,

And holding the siege at Crossroads

As the Alliance attacked in their thousands;

Trying to wipe us from extinction.

 

To my resto-druid, Slugbrain, healing valiantly,

As my guild took down Kiljadeen on mythic;

Them raid dungeons can be tough;

Especially as my brain turns off when the tactics are explained.

 

But my heart lies in Warsong Gulch;

As does a leg, my left ear;

And I’m sure I lost an eye there, too;

PVP (player versus player for noobs :-) ) is my life!

 

Whether twirling my shiny swords as I start battle;

Or holding my staff aloft, with all the power of Gandalf;

PVP is the closest I can get to legal murder :-)

Thank you World of Warcraft; happy 13th birthday.

 

(and thanks Blizzard, the company behind WoW)

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

horde for life - bad horde, bad horde, watcha you gonna do, watcha gonna do when they come for you? :-)

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From the depths

From the depths

By jfarrell

 

In my dreams, the oceans sing to me;

Their words carried by the wind,

And blown into mist,

As I wake.

 

Walking around;

Always feeling I’m missing something;

I forgot something; that cringe in the back of my neck;

Something follows me.

 

The statues; the art; the idols;

The pornographic images of pain and suffering;

The fresh blood I kneel in;

The knife in my hand.

 

Cthulhul envelopes me and comforts me;

And in her embrace, I know They love me;

Are grateful for my sacrifice.

And I know I must continue.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i just had to write something inspired by lovecraft, i can feel the hannibal lector tearing to get out :-)

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you don’t have to be here

you don’t have to be here

By jfarrell

 

 

Where you are now, you don’t have to be;

 

Trust me;

Everywhere I go is a legitimate terrorist target;

I ask “do you want chips with…” your hot dog at Wembley,

As I watch two grimly held machine guns walk past.

 

Everywhere I work now, a bomb might go off;

But, I ain’t here;

Here’s your hot dog, and did you want chips with that…

I may say this to you….

 

But behind my eyes,

I’m watching adam sandler movies, lord of the rings;

The BBC 12 part tinker, tailor, soldier, spy;

And listening to all the music I ever heard.

 

I’m dancing to ‘aint no stopping us now’

‘oops up side your head’ ‘soul man’

I seriously am not here, as I hand you your hot dog;

And don’t look behind you, at the scary machine guns

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i have a big, bright, shiney red button that's marked "do not  push!"

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