Dream Scribe

A Playful Set Of Verses.

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VERSIONS.

She bit off
too big a bite
of Zora's mushroom.
Sleep took her away
to a foreign land
where blight~free
toadstools composed
death chants
by day
; living poems
by night.

The huge, yellow moon
dipped its feet
in tears of pale silver,
and bathed
the~owl~in~the~oak~tree
with light.

They chain themselves
to the best version
of nothing,
and consummate no heed
to The Sandman's
Reproach.

We grew up where
blue corn flowers
and red poppies ;
roses and luscious,
purple grapes
would never fruit and bloom.
The wasteland was
our playground
and crazy was our
lifelong song.

Zora's mushroom
fell into the fire
and burnt to
a crisp, black disc.
If I crush it
and mix it
with a few
Drops of Jupiter,
it would be perfect
to sketch dreams with.

From the deep ache
of a Fiery Womb,
a Gold Star will appear
as a sounding trump
for every eager guest
that sees.
And when the madness
of the music
starts Hailing "Hallelujah!"
Black Swans will ferry
their pre~mortal souls
across .The Eventide.
Peace shall elude them
every one.
Peace they shall reject
And Peace they shall forget.

The tectonic plates
that are my mind,
shift wildly ; mercilessly,
creating new upheavals,
low depressions ;
great mountains.
One day,
not so far away,
I will feel
Brand New.
The cunning method
to my madness
counts for nothing
when I stand next to
The Janitor's cupboard.
From rags to riches
every time.

Love comes first ;
Love comes last ;
Love comes early ;
Love comes never ;
Love comes later ;
Love arrives on time,
Or love never comes at all.
Don't mess with fucked up
Monsieur In-Between.

S.W.A.K.

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