People are hardly as great as pizza 

Not nearly as cool as ice cream,

My dream of them often surpasses reality

While reality is shy to show itself

I see the child with a basket of flowers

Visions of candles and candelabras 

Thought of places rippled in poems

Hearts drenched with electric fire

Swing high for the better times

sure enough was all good love.

Hark a woman with both boobs

She comes with both feet on the ground

Her eyes lit up and bursting light

Who can stand it when she arrives!

 

Alice had always been alone 

Whenever she sat in her room on her chair

In some other place with some brand new girl

Playing house for now was the time

The dolls walked in on stilts

With dangling petty coats

and trills.

 

I shall eat no more

No more roast beef

That is my last time

Such is the fate

Oh that nasty treat

It means of new times

Ushered in by vapors

Through holy winds

Time lords who insert 

Not sure what 

Yet the poke around 

Oblivious to the feelings

My heart rips in two

I collapse on my bed

in a coma!

The land was spotted with towers

Not dicks

So the towers blurred

Our heads stretched almost

That mystery 

Not cocks

But a music almost like a bird chirping

Perhaps the dead are hiding there

And my feet are asleep.

Does the alt universe have a kind of mind?

If we are fools we assume we can outsmart everything.

Perhaps the answer is: that what is on the other side is "greater" than what is on this side, and our ego wants otherwise.

The biggest question!

First there is you and then there you are.

The monkey in my epic was the most intense and climactic part of my book.  It was written in Chico about ten years ago.  The image of a purple female monkey in a cage just came to me like much creative stuff that flies into the mind.  The area around the cage is dark so all that can be seen is within the cage.  The monkey freezes the main character because she produces sympathy and pity and because this is an exotic animal.  The monkey seems totally harmless until it very suddenly lunges at the main character.  A major rule in the book is nobody ever gets physically harmed or touched.  Therefore the monkey is electrocuted by Christmas lights which are also purple.  The monkey is not dead, but the main character has time to leave the area safely.  I have no idea why this part got a response from people.  Perhaps the question as to why the monkey acted thus.  Though the book is a nightmare, it is not the scary horror that we know from films that give it power, but the mockery of the horror genre itself.  When it ends we go into a new age self help book in which all is good and positive for no particular reason.  A reminder that even in the darkest of all places we know that our lies of hope and affirmation of confidence can lift us suddenly out of the funk of four hundred years.  The nightmare was largely the mood anyway.

Windows on the beach..

In the dream sequence

I say you Hey

The she stopped

I had to give her a gift

And laughed

Sands of time flow

Our time in love

Could only be 

For when she unbottened

I knew 

You

Someway to safely 

Place my naked body

Against hers.

It's all coming back to me..

Here in real land 

No brains grace the sacred plains

Swept into torrential rains

Living with mild pain

Have you prayed lately?

To be subdued by white lies

Dive then into darkened skies

She seeks to take me away

I have to say:

I have grown my own army.

Alice had to sneeze and looked at her hands

They were the same hands as always

Nice and dry

So she put some white and black gloves on

And considered the teli

It was cat woman again

How exciting!

Can we live in a "Godless" world for very long or not.

Be the change you wish to see in the world..

Set your sights up!

There is a way..

Not so pretty as you would think..

From one tool to the next..

I don't want to think it is possible that faculty are allowed to be abusive if they wish, but I don't and can't rule out that possibility.  Reality has shown me much atrocity like this already.  People who have power given freedom to use it.  I don't like conflict, but being good is not in everyone these days.  We are being hit with negativity on levels never seen before.  That is why a good list of defenses is worth having.

A good way to imagine the science of time.

Anything is possible when we live in a light show.

Time itself needs to be watched.

Take time to slow down..

I need a road block from you head

My interests are being bled

If life means anything at all

Why must I feel the straws?

It still is a jungle out there!

I suppose half the pieces have been found..

The creatures only seem normal and I suppose are!

Don't stare at the shadows!

The meaning of life is 

A walk in an endless park

Where ticks a biological clock

Each moment is moved upon

Or sleep will be dark

For the light is ahead

The guides always fading

And the real is escaping

Press on 

The hands of the blind will find

Hands that crush your body

And your mind

So cut apart the real time

The times of your life

Short

The spark itself chased

Is getting harder

Life is not the dream

It ends sooner than later

So soon 

The stairs can't be

Unless the pace is kept.

How big is virtual space?

It tends to be at least half the size of real space, but it can be very small, even too small.

Honey?!

With flames of doubt 

She has a fit

Nothing came

All there was just shame

In a pit of flame

Puzzles missing pieces

Drummers on the sax

Your way is not obeyed

For krypton super gals

It fit perfect

Our love was

never enough for her

i had to change into an elf.

 

 

Into an up..

Start the pebbles running up the hill

Feel the cool air and rain

The memories return as flower buds

You had sensed something arriving

A belief from nowhere

Alive and telling. 

It is a spy 

She is now running

From the obsessions

Arrows zip past

All lone

Run.