Revised "wake up"

I dreamed I came home
To the place I've never been,
Always remembered.

Brightly colored, deep sunshine,
And none of this black white and gray

They all knew me,
Missed me
Loved me,
In their funny hats and warm ways.

A little boy,
Like a brother,
Dragged me to a small dark house,
A restaurant with no tables.

A family arrived;
Tall father
Small mother
Sweet children,
And a solid, earthy woman
Stretched tortillas in the corner.

A sepia haze pervaded the whole place,
The people's skin and hair.

I ate familiar beans in burritos,
Comfortable with every person I came across
As the sun went down


There was a rope bridge
And a goat.
The bridge flipped over,
Turning the goat upside down.
And then it was an old man,
Unafraid and unperturbed,
Turned the bridge right side up.

I was afraid to walk across.

Wake up slowly from sleep and find yourself There

I dreamed I came home
To the place I've never been
Always remembered

Brightly colored, deep sunshine
And none of this black white and gray

They all knew me,
Missed me
Loved me
In their funny hats and warm ways

A little boy,
Like a brother,
Dragged me to a small dark house,
A restaurant with no tables

A family arrived
Tall father
Small mother
Sweet children
And a solid, earthy woman
Stretched tortillas in the corner

A sepia haze pervaded the whole place,
The people's skin and hair

I ate familiar beans in burritos
Comfortable with every person I came across
As the sun went down


There was a rope bridge
And a goat
The bridge flipped over
Turning the goat upside down
And then it was an old man,
Unafraid and unperturbed,
Turned the bridge right side up

I was afraid to walk across

Happy day unto you

'Tis Groundhog Day, this 2nd of February.
Not really very exciting until this evening when we shall watch the brilliant movie of the very same name.
Until then, today is really just a regular old Saturday; no school (yay!) but not really anything to do (boo!).

The empty nourishment of tears and blood

Empty-full shell of a twice hollowed weight
More-blind eyes as a curtain falls, billowing to the hard ground
More-blind, more blood, blood on blood.

Fallacious-niceties of the outstretched be-clawed hand
Shaken, not stirred, but shaking it will still do you no good,
Fill no rivers, heal no hearts, fly no birds.

Piled-high mountains of dirty laundry, though they ask "what dirtiness? There is no dirt there, nothing reflected in the pools at our feet".

Knowing-not, knowing not knowing not
The oils that burst from tiny cells on the surface of a bent orange-peel.

Blood-blind, bedazzled by mirages of the jewels that form in red red splashes upon love-thirst earth,
Feed me feed me
Give me not this bitter-pain drink.

Until then, Nothing is likely

The odds are against you,
But that is not so,
They do not exist until you win
-or lose
But even then,
Whatever happens has a 100% chance of happening,
And nothing else exists.
There is no such thing as odds,
And chance is not chance if it comes to pass.

Light, shadow, and snow

Ice Feathers

Not that great, but perhaps you get the idea...

Worst kind of writer's block;

The thing I want fills
my eyes, my hands are tied back
How to free myself?

Irony, or some such thing, don't much care right now.

I'm trying to figure out if I should want to write like other people, or if I should just like writing like I already do.
I think I'm going to stick with wanting to write like other people, because that sentence was horrible.

What is Left

His bowl sits empty
Snow covers yard, no water
For him to drink