Twisters.

For the maybe

There are three hours

With full support

Padding from pads

To the room

With all the ravers

The baloons

Hold them good

Give to the humans

Free the baboons.

Sad poem.

Not a place of dreams

Everyone is dealt a bad hand

The demons get to laugh

The angels cry


Not a place of dreams

We put on our smiles

And hide our scowling screams

As a boomerang bangs


Not a place for dreams

Power doesn't mean anything now

Just a bowl of rotten schemes

And roses get danced upon


Not a place of dreams

Fear is open for business.

Learn anything else..

There is a strong sense of new now.k

Project new book is now underway!

In three weeks an Amazon edition should be out.  It will include the less scary half of Everyone's Nightmare.  I apologize if the first half of the book was a bit disturbing.  I was using three books on dreams and dream symbolism is why that happened.

Ah dreams!

What do they mean?

As if they shock

Sometimes

And then upon waking

There is the ceiling.

Blades are also good for cutting away things.

Red heat, orange pretty, gentle kitty.

Feel good.

Because you can!

What did I learn about myself today,

I have reason to feel better, and that was true, but nothing stellar.

On one hand I can be very impressed with bragging and boasting,

On the other hand it can seem like the hight of stupidity.

Gree is not a color.

So alice being more clever than before

Had thought she had a plan

To escape from the giant gree haired lady

Who was busy staring at her as if as if

She were the most amazing thing in

This whole wide wild world

So she began to plot and plan

With all that mattered was elsewhere

And she did not know the lay lay

Of LESS WICKED LAND

She had to find a reliable map

Or an intruction manual

Somewhere

Somewhere