As I land on the first layer of the Pedestals, I rest my wings. I have returned here as God has summoned me to the Pools of Reflection above the third layer of the Pedestals. As I pass through towards the second layer the mortals who reside here bow their heads in respect but I … Continue reading Wingless
"Woah there!" I stop my step, holding my foot aloft in the air. Looking under my foot is a pumpkin, still connected to the vine. It spins in it's spot, turning to reveal a carved face. The mouth doesn't move but a voice lifts out of the void "Nearly stepped on me there Jack!". "I'm … Continue reading Field of Pumpkin
I missed World War II by five generations. 2018, 1998, 1978, 1958, 1938, 1918. Survival of the fittest ended in 1945. The Romans had peace for 206 years, from 27 BCE to 180AD. Pax Romania The Cold War was a meta war. The middle class is a placid grunt. Mankind has the power to destroy … Continue reading Pax Westonia 1945-2018
I sit up from my lying position. Gripping the side of my little row boat I look out at the endless seas. Sunless skies above the sunless seas, the black soup below the grey void above. Bobbing endless to the melancholy melody the waves enforce. Nothing to do. I lost a paddle long ago losing … Continue reading My Little Row Boat.
My back is damp with the soft morning dew and wet with my own blood, as my strength to hold my head up fades. Shots ring out all around me, rattling my skull. Each breath hurts my head, a harshness caused from the biochemical concoction used to drive us away from our land; each day … Continue reading These Past Years
Don't praise the day until it's night, don't praise your wife until she's buried, don't praise the sword till after the fight, nor your daughter till she's married , don't praise the ice until it's crossed, nor the ale until you're sloshed.
I wanted to note down a new recurring theme that has happened over the past few weeks. It is currently Tuesday 3/04/2018. The nightmare of waking up in your bed only to still be dreaming. The first time to note it is an unaccountable amount of time from today but I dreamt that I was … Continue reading Dream Diary Scribbles I
The creature of the night is a wily beast Better watch out for on you he feasts From his spiralling horns to pleating hooves It hides in the shadows watching you move Out on the prowl with an insatiable lust For this reason is why he hunts It sits on the edge of dawn and … Continue reading The Creature of Night
*DISCLAIMER* The way I have written these entries are rushed and without any corrections. This is on purpose as I am trying not to add any elements into the dream that weren’t there. To me these words evoke vivid images but too you it might be a jumbled mess. I finally grasped the flowing water … Continue reading Dream Dairy Entry VIII
I have been struggling of late to remember my dreams or that the dreams themselves are so fragmented that it is hard to recall what piece falls where and what flows into the next. Though the other night the end of my dream stayed intact while the rest of it became a shattered mirror once … Continue reading Dream Dairy Entry VII