If I could but have your eyes to see the rainbow
Lead to a pot of gold
No limericks sold
With shamrock or sham
From tricky treacherous leprechauns
With want to fill their hands
If I could but have your ears
To hear the music of the world
From hilltop to mountain side
Sing your magnificent hymns
Oh Beautiful dreamer
If I could but have your voice
To create remembrance
To create a choice
To create of sound mind
In each person amongst us
Regardless of creed and credo
Not the wretched one
That seeks self-fulfilling prophecy
With me-isms in this me-centric world
Beyond the point they can see no one else
In the mirror
When they look at themselves
Oh Beautiful Dreamer
If I could but have your hands
To hold onto the brevity of man
Who doesn’t realize
That all in his likeness
Regardless of spiritual belief,
Regardless of attraction,
Regardless of culture,
Regardless of flesh,
That all blood is red,
Do we not labor with the same struggles?
Do we not rejoice in the same exhilarating joys?
Is our experience
-The human experience
Not the same?
Do we not have the same reactions?
Must we all be defined by the insane state of mind
That confines us to a particular equation that doesn’t equal up to
The majority point of view?
Since when am I defined by a people
When my experiences grant me an alternative point of view
You don’t know me
I don’t know you
Oh Beautiful, beautiful dreamer
Please give me your heart
So I can start to feel
Whatever warped, dreamlike state
You were submerged in
Because I’ve been high
And haven’t attained the highest high
Your Oh so Beautiful Dream
Oh Most Beautiful Dreamer
Please give me your soul
So I can begin to unfurl even my belief in you
Because to me
You were a brief truth
Who showed a point-of-view
The world will never be ready for
Because sometimes Dreams are so Beautiful
They evade us
Like a mirage in the desert
Just too good to be true I suppose
That’s what dreams consist of
No more than a thought
An image, an idea
And quite frankly
I’d have to say my imagination is more real
Than the Beautiful Dream
Oh so Beautiful Dreamer
You deceptively conned our minds with
So long ago
But I don’t and won’t hold it against you
Sometimes, it’s best to sleep
And awake from Dreams so Beautiful
As a temporary distraction
To the nightmares of our realities…
But I know for one, I’m free at last…
“…If America is to be a great nation, this must become true.” ~MLK, Jr.
Santa Dies Haiku
Caught on the rooftop
And held at gun point sadly
Claus acted badly
Break in through chimney
Claiming delivery -ha
Not in this era…
Extraterrestrial spy falls in love with a human.
“Extraterrestrial spy falls in love with a human. –Interesting headline. Is that why you bought the tabloid?”
“You and your love of romance is something else Doris.”
“Really honey, is it so hard to believe in?”
“Why yes! Of course. I doubt an alien or extraterrestrial would even be capable of love. That’s something preserved for the human race!”
“Really Harry? And why would you say that?”
“Because love is the reason why humanity is so fucked up in the first place. I’m sure any evolved external species from outer space would be more advanced than to experience love. You know how many times love has skewed the perceptions of people, how many murders have taken place in the name of love, how many crimes, how many hate mongrels have desecrated the concept of love?"
“Oh Harry, come on… love isn’t all bad… love has saved lives and kept the world turning in so many facets. I like to think there’s more good than evil in the world…”
“Well you can hold onto that lie if you want to Doris, but love is the reason there is evil. For those lacking, for those who do not have love reciprocated, -they become the veil of evil… It’s love all the same. The concept is simple. It generates both good and evil, I’ll give you that, but any advanced life form would not embrace or display such a concept or emotion because love is biased. An advanced species could only remain fair and neutral and logical and intelligent by not having any emotion whatsoever!”
“Another reason no alien would fall in love with a human, is not only because they lack emotion and the capacity to love, but to such an advanced creature, especially given our existence and how we have wreaked havoc on the Earth, our very planet and home, -any respectable alien would view us as beneath them. We are parasites to our planet, we’ve even brought imbalance and extinction to the animals that helped the Earth maintain its balance.”
“Very well then Harry, you’ve made your point!”
“Have I? I mean, what’s so appealing about aliens anyway? Would you want to fall in love with one –some skinny green big eyed freaky being?”
Doris shrugged her shoulders in reply.
“Well they say relationships are a mirror, -if we’re repulsed by them, I’m sure they’d be repulsed by us.”
“Fine. Maybe there’s nothing to love about humans!”
“Well Doris, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings by telling the truth, but I will say this, -I can certainly understand if an alien fell in love with you, I mean after all, you are the love of my life!”
“Awww Harry, you are the love of my life too honey!”
Harry gets up to kiss his wife Doris, just then the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it honey,” he says as he walks to the door to answer it in the next room, out of view.
It’s his friend Zeecomorph6000. “Are you coming out tonight or what,” he asks. “Yeah, just a minute,” Harry replies.
“Doris honey, it’s our neighbor Bart. He needs help moving his tractor out of the ditch. I’ll be back in an hour or so,” Harry calls out.
“Okay honey, you be careful, see you soon,” Doris yells back.
Harry unzips his human outfit and removes his facial mask, the alien spy that he is, and joins his friend.
“You really take this spy business seriously with that one -huh,” Zeecomorph6000 asks?
“It’s complicated,” Harry, (a.k.a. Zeecomorph6033) replies.
The fact that you didn’t want to live anymore
-Couldn’t find the joy in life
Didn’t make me want to cry…
Living without you did
Can you understand all the reasons why?
Twirling you in circles through the air while your laughter strangled the both of us into adoration
Tickling you to get you to smile for the picture in which we both wore red
I still have it framed to this day
Laughing as you sang to the Ting Tings:
“Shut up and Let me go!” buckled in the backseat on the way to pre-school.
Your fear of snails always cracked me up
And made me your protector always
(It’s a fact I’ve eaten escargot, no snail would ever harm you my darling daughter,
As long as I exist in your world)
Even all the crazy moments
no matter how crass
seemed like a dream
because you were in those moments
alive and thriving with me
just you and me against the world
my best friend and legacy
I’d always want you to be
Here even when I have gone
So there is something left of me
Because the best of me is in you
You are the very drum my heart beats to
There is no other rhythm to carry my song
And you are as strong as you are resilient.
To this life
To this world
Planted by the hands of God
I still see you blowing the dandelion wisher
At the age of three
So mesmerized by its complexity
I saw all the wonder and delight in your eyes
Life is still unfurling in your eyes
And there is still more magic to experience in this life
You are my lifeline
I pray you flourish
I pray you shine
But most of all I pray you always know
How much I truly love you and
How proud of you I am!
The flamed searing heat,
Abundance of nakedness...
Damn! Gotta' lose weight!
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“Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'
'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.
'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'
'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'
'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit
Can a black writer ever create a white character?
The bigger question is: what is the significance of the character's skin color in and to the story?
Son of a nun sadly -raped
Burned in the fire of nightmares
He wears an awesome striped sweater
So much for goals...
A goal without a plan is just a wish. Man plans, God laughs.
(Here's wishing God will plan my goal while I'm laughing.)
Chapter 183: Need I Say More (From the Relica Enchanted series) (c) 2019
Vladperialess summoned the witch Broom Hilda and the vampire Kazimir to King Halfingfalfidor’s study for further and I dare say, final, examination, since the interrogation did not work out.
Broom Hilda and Kazimir were seated across from each other as Vladperialess, Myrmidion and King Halfingfalfidor bore witness to the hypnosis.
Broom Hilda wore two wooden crosses around her neck, One inverted and the other up right. She pulled a vial of potion from her gown, “I need him to drink it,” she stated as Vladperialess came over, and tilted his head back, since Kazimir was in chains. She uncapped the vial and poured the potion down his gullet, and as Vladperialess held his head all the way back, he had no other recourse but to swallow, or choke…
“May I ask what that was?” Myrmidion questioned.
“It was pig’s blood with a dash of sunlight infused water, crushed garlic and a couple of other secret ingredients,” Broom Hilda replied.
“Do tell, I’m just dying to know,” stated Myrmidion again.
“Well if you must know sire, I used several herbs: aspen, oak, ash, maple, dog rose, wild rose, holly, juniper, millet, linden, mayflower, roses, lemon, rowan, and wolfsbane.”
“You witches and your concoctions! Might I ask what that elixir will do to him?” Myrmidion asked on.
“Are you sure you just rather not see sire?”
“I’ll be uneasy and anxious if I have to wait to find out,” Myrmidion retorted, as King Halfingfalfidor sighed and rolled his eyes, just wanting to get on with the show.
“It will basically weaken him, so he’s easier to hypnotize,” Broom Hilda replied.
“And the crosses you wear, -whatever purpose do those serve?” Myrmidion questioned.
“My God brother! Can you let her simply hypnotize the vampire already!?!” King Halfingfalfidor snarled.
“I don’t mind answering King, it’s basically for my protection. I wear two as some vampires are religious and others, -not so much. As long as there is a heaven and a hell, God or the Devil will have someone’s full attention,” Broom Hilda replied.
Broom Hilda then began to hypnotize Kazimir, as the potion made him so sick and lethargic he could hardly resist the witch telling him he was getting sleepy, and to shut his eyes, -to which he did. And upon her telling him to open his eyes and answer the questions he was going to be asked honestly, he did just that…
“Okay King, he is all yours! You can ask away. He is as lucid as a pubescent boy in a wet dream,” Broom Hilda stated, and as she said it, or suggested it, sure enough Kazimir had an erection.
“My God,” stated Myrmidion as he watched the bulge in Kazimir’s pants rise to the heavens. “I had no idea vampires were that well-endowed. I finally understand their seductive powers!”
“Enough Myrmidion!” stated King Halfingfalfidor, “Vampire, how is it you escaped?”
“I, the ghouls and the centaurion Queen formulated a plan. I for weeks at a time carefully loosened the collar around my neck until I could get it off. I transformed into a snake, slithered into the cage of the centaurion queen to drink her blood to garner strength. I then transformed her into a vamptaur, and transformed into a rat to find an exit, which I did, when I discovered in the bowels of the dungeon, a room full of zombies. I pulled a hair pin from a female zombies’ hair to unlock the cages of the two ghouls and centaurion Queen. I led them to this room where we breached the wall to escape.”
King Halfingfalfidor smiled, finally getting answers, and also at the thought of how clever, perceptive and absolutely insane and adlibbed his plan was, but the most entertaining part of his story was the idea that the centaurion Queen was now a vamptaur Queen. King Halfingfalfidor applauded, and stated, “I do like this vampire. So cunning! And genius!”
“Wow,” Vladperialess stated.
Myrmidion dropped his jaws in awe, “A Vamptaur?”
“Broom Hilda, can you tell me your thoughts, -your opinion on what a vamptaur Queen can and will do when she returns to her kingdom?” King Halfingfalfidor asked.
“My King, the nature of a vampire is to feed, as any living thing must do to survive. If all in her kingdom are centaurs, who else would she have left to feed on?” Broom Hilda stated.
“Brilliant,” King Halfingfalfidor stated, “She is likened to a masterpiece, -a bomb that will detonate in the very kingdom where we wage war.”
“But… what if she is to turn the others -into vamptaurs? What will we be up against?” Myrmidion asked.
“I doubt she even knows her capabilities or how to turn another, as she is perhaps the only vamptaur in our realms, she doesn’t have her teacher, what could she possibly know about herself, -her capabilities, when she is a new creature, -a conundrum at best? I’m willing to bet the vampire doesn’t even know the monster he’s created,” King Halfingfalfidor stated.
“Vampire, what are the capabilities of this vamptaur?” Myrmidion asked Kazimir.
“I do not know,” Kazimir replied.
“Ha! This will definitely work in our favor brother. Need I say more?” King Halfingfalfidor questioned.
Vladperialess looked bewildered. Broom Hilda smiled and Myrmidion shook his head no. None of them had ever imagined such a reveal.