Inside Thoughts

I wantto take your breath away.

I watchyou move completely 

My mind locked on every part

My eyes flash to keep up

Your body converts to road map

Some curves are far more dangerous 

At least in my view from here

You’re an addiction wanting to hook me

I linger on thoughts of being emerged

Photo Challenge -Tea leaves

I bask in her warmth.  My mind holds those moments that are special because they are our moments.   There is a certain calmness that stills my heart.  

The night drifts by.  Time is a ceiling fan counting by whoosh sounds.   Light stays at bay. 

My dreams morph.   Subtly I’m drawn away.  Her face warn and kind grows.   Her smile looks more relaxed.  I twist to better see whay keeps me whole.

The warmth returns. Strange white shiny walls curve up from below. I feel like am burning.  Parts of me break free and float off.  Her smile twists more profound.  

Being someone cup of tea is not always good

Wordle #149 – Man’s Kind

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1. Cleft

2. Simple

3. Pearl

4. Altschmerz n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.

5. Cheat

6. Name

7. Assemble

8. Meant

9. Lattice

10. Weak

11. Insidious adj. intended to entrap or beguile: stealthily treacherous ordeceitful: operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seeminglyharmless way but actually with grave effect

12. Let

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

“Let the weak and simple assemble their own hell.  Those with no name are meant for altschmertz.  Lattice work of cleft pearls called cheat.  That’s what mankind gift is.” Anubis drags a staff across the floor of the temple.

Noone speaks next.

Wordle – Otherworldly

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1. Good

2. Enter

3. Tree

4. Mirabilis ((adj.) wondrous, remarkable, amazing)

5. Different

6. Abandon

7. Plausible

8. Lucida (the brightest star in a constellation)

9. Bald

10. Flaw

11. Apotropaic ((adj.) Intended to ward off evil.)

12. Grow

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

I watch.   A door grows through a flaw in an otherwise good tree. I enter a mirabilis world.  I abandon plausible outside. In a Royal purple universe constellations anchored by blinding lucida spread their apotropaic light.   

There is no evil here. 

Does the Dragon Return?

“Daddy!  Daddy….” Jackie Paper huffs deep breaths.  ” Dragon in the Oak tree… He knows my name!”

Six year old, Jackie looks up at fifty two year old Jackie.  

The son a ripple in time version of the father.   One cropped black hair barely as long as the ball cap not the other barely any hair and little black amongst the grey. 

“Dragons, you don’t say?   I had one… One fall.  We played every night.   Damn thing would wreck the house.   He was huge.   Emerald green with big eyes.” Senior talks while fixing a toaster than won’t pop up the toast.

“There’s one outside!   He knows my name!   Dad!  He knows my name!”  The junior is beside himself. 

“Of course,  he is your Dragon.   You make things up.  They have to know who you are….now don’t they?”  Senior Jackie looks up long enough to push his glasses up his nose.  “Just leave it outside.  Mom won’t understand if things get broke in here.  Girls don’t believe in those things much.   Sad to say.   Go play now boy.  Things to do.”

“But Dad, he’s still out there.  He’s a dragon they eat people! You have to cut the tree down and throw it out.  I’m not going outside without Patches.  My dog will at least believe me!”  Young Jackie is partially red.  Chubby cheeks and watery eyes waiver. 

Jackie, Sr looks at his son walking away.   “Kids.  We used to have to do all the imagery work ourselves.  I don’t think I was ever inside except to eat.”

Jackie, Sr looks out the office/laundry room window at the offending Oak.  He shrugs.  Then sees a twinkle of green.
Part 1 – Here be the Dragons

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Dragon’s Liar

“It’s right there.  Come on! Come on look!” Alex yells at Jackie.  His arms thrusting violently toward the tree.

“Alex, there’s nothing there.  It’s an old tree.  You are stupid.  Dragons don’t love here it’s not ugly enough.  My dad says so.  He had one as a kid!” Jackie tugs on his ball cap.  His mind is on throwing a ball around.  Big kid stuff.  

“Your dad was going to build you a tree house.   You said.  I bet he knows the dragon lives here.” Alex kicks the trunk of the tree. “I saw him.  The dragon is green.  Shiny green, kinda dark like.  Sparkly. He is shy dragon.” 

“Did you hear it roar?  Everyone knows a dragon roars to tell you it’s there.  If you scare a dragon they torch you with their breath.  But I told you.  They live in ugly places.  They need mist and something called gloom.  We ain’t got that.”  Jackie throws the ball on the air.  He missing it and it bounces toward the tree.

“The dragon did that.  He wants you to go see him.” Alex flashes a smile at Jackie.  His little heart jumping out of his chest. 

“They can’t do that!”  Jackie stands his ground.

“You are scared!  Jackie is scared! He is so scared.”  Alex spins around telling the world.

“AM not!  I’ll show you.  I’ll show you! ” Jackie doesn’t move.

“Chicken!  Or do they need gloom too!” Alex crosses his arms.  His stiff body  says ‘I dare you’. 

“Ok. I’ll do it…” Jackie slowly walks over to the tree.

The ball rolls closer to the tree.  One green flash comes from the tree.  An eye clear as day blinks twice.

“Little Jackie Paper?”  something in the tree speaks.

Two boys run.

Writing  Prompt #189 Dreams Impossible 

“There’s a yak.  The thing is huge, as tall as a windmill.  I’m asking it about the used bookstore down the street.  The one with the green exit doors.  So this is where it gets weird….” Larry pauses to recollect the thought. 

“Not weird at all.  You fell into a MC Esther print. Did you take the upstairs to the basement or fire escape to the roof?” Penny hates the dream game.

“I’m talking to the yak and this hand appears behind him.  It is closed like there’s something in the hand.  The wrist flicks up and marbles fly everywhere!”  Larry moves his hand to demonstrate. “Then this Viking goddess starts winding a old phonograph that plays a song about doing absurd things to achieve impossible things.  Oh, the goddess has only a head and arms.”

“How do you know she was a Viking goddess?  Maybe she was part of a dance troupe.  Would a Viking goddess have a record player?” Penny knows this is the way it goes every time.

“You’re right.   She would have done kind of stringed instrument… Wait, she’s a goddess.  They live forever.” Larry stumbles on reason.

“Good, you figured it out.  Don’t sleep again, please.”  Penny answers “I have tried the absurd and haven’t accheived  any impossible results.”

Written as part of a challenge details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/12/04/writing-prompt-189-bonus/

There Be Monsters

“There are fresh prints.  You can see the gap between toes is clear.  The ball of the feet is deep.  Definitely running.  I’m  not sure we have enough daylight to head up into the woods.  You really won’t to follow a wounded animal up there in the dark?” Gaines looks at his partner. 

 They are mud and camouflage covered hunters.  Large brimmed hat cover Thornto’s face.  His desire to kill covers his mouth from speaking the obvious.  Long shadows of bare trees and pines crawl out from the forest.  The cold breath of the woods pushes at the hunters.

“You see blood?!  Ain’t no fucking wounded animal without blood!   I’m killing that critter.   Gut it where it falls.  Come on Man, sack up.”  Thornton stands up.   His six feet looks bigger when he’s pissed and hunting.   It’s killing to him.   Deadly serious.  He loves the blood. 

“You saw it raise up.  It about fell over.  Shook off three shoots and bounced off on a Sunday morning jog.  I got the torches.  Let’s get it over.  It’s your party.”  Gaines draws out two flashlights tapping them against his hand. 

“The path is straight ahead.  You won’t need those.  I’ll kill that thing in a hurry.”  Thornton spits and walksv like a possessed man into the woods.

Gaires follows closely.   His head on a swivel   The pines choke out the fading light.  The path grows dark.  The breath of the woods becomes musky.  Branches pile up on the path.  The fresh breaks add pine scent to the growing darkness.  

“Stop! You hear movement on the right. Draw out the torch but don’t turn it on til I say so.” Thornton tries to whisper against his deep voice but it carries.

“Got it.  You just take that beast out  clean.” Gaines is a half step behind.  

The darkness clings to all but these two. Sounds of birds saying goodnight havec speed since they entered the woods.  The trees seem to sense what’s unfolding.

Two twigs snap in front and behind them.  Two more to the right.  Two branches fly in front of them from the left.

“Mother…” Thornton pulls up the shoot gun and fires into the woods blind. ” What the fuck is that shit?”

A crushing sound comes from ahead of them.  The first boulder rolls by to the left striking a small pine.  It staggers to the side and collapses.   The second boulder finds Gaines.  It glances his right hip pushing him a dozen feet sideways.  

Thornton fires again and again, side to side.  More boulders come at them from the left and right.  Branches take flight in their direction.

Gaines pulls on Thornton.   “Hey, let’s take them out of the woods!  We can’t see them and know where we are!”

The next boulder takes out Gaines leg.

“Help me!  Get us out. ..”  Gaines words end with another boulder silencing him.

“I’ll kill all of you!  You just keep doing what you’re doing.   He was easy.   No guns sitting on you!   I’m killing some of you.  I’ll gut you where you’ll fall!”  Thornton fires a couple more and starts to reload.  

The boulders stop rolling.  The woods grows quiet.   A distant wood knock calls to the night.  Darkness wraps the scene like a fluffy blanket.  One dead.  The prey wins this encounter.

At the top of the hill, a small  band heads home.  Their party all in good health.  The young ones get seen to easy.  

Tale Weaver #94 – Alien Fairy Tales

” Great many parsecs away.  A minor civilization rose.  They sent out all kinds of crazy thoughts.  Images of their daily lives. I was probably your age…. maybe  younger.” Delbar pauses to look at his eldest progeny.  Then back at the sinvet. “We must  keep ourselves worthy of visitations.  Never can say who is watching us.”

He turns toward Ixlili her face smiles but the eyes tell another tale.

“You don’t believe others see us!  Really.  We have ten planets we monitor.  But noone can see us, right?”  Delbar smiles and his eyes lie as well. 

“Ok, get on with it.  Really they watch us.   They can’t tell on me, so I don’t understand.” Ixlili pouts as much as a Denebian Solstem can.

“Ixlili, You will be just like the Earth girl Lucy.  Everyone will laugh at everything you do. Really, they are backwards society.  But society is the same everywhere.”  Nrasde chides her young one.

“Ixlili, noone will visit them for the good parts of the galaxy. Do you really want to have the greys come probe one of us?  No you must be respectable to be seen as visit worhy.  Civilization counts on every one of us.  You’re an example to the sinvet!” Delbar tries reason with a brain starting to sense hormones.

My Dear 

My voice echoes things unspoken  

Today faded long into the night

Tomorrow is a ffools paradise

I remember the things once said

Dreams have built shelves of souvenirs

Palm trees and Zuni skulls collect dust

They were once alive with substance

Come back to the light and cast shadows

Long, flexible ghosts out to dance

Reckless abandon was our song 

The band still plays nightly some place

Listen to the call of the night

Remember the moon waiting to show

Dances for the sake not reason

My eyes have seen what can be

Your best dressed in excitement 

Come leave the ttrouble to themselves

The moon calls the tune and vibe

Don’t hold back this time

My dear, time is aa illusion 

It tells you when things have past you

They only have if you listen

The blind don’t read the message 

The deaf won’t be deterred by words

Before the clouds take Brigadon

Climb the silver stairway to elsewhere

You’ll never be the same upon tonight

My dear, we only have ourselves to lose