Santa
Nearly
Overturned
While
Sleighing
Through
Ominous
Reckless, rolling, rumbling, roaring, ransacking
Mayhem!

The tablets teasing me to stay awake
My eyes fighting like im lifting heavy
Weights The glare on my monitor
Has hooked me in shining pure

My bed is an enemy I stay away. It's
3am soon I'll be awakened by my
Chattering feathery friends and smiled
at by the Sun....... Pls do one

Daddy’s pancakes sat plated and steaming on the dining room table
As we woke to cheery calls of “Come to breakfast!”
The very early morning darkness greeted two sleepy girls
bundled together on the backseat of our family car.

I, the youngest, wide-awake, watching,
as city streets became country roads.
Sunrise peeked o’er gently rolling fields of rural Wisconsin,
as we traversed the hard-packed dirt driveway.

TO BE

To be, become, bring into being,
Dreams and imaginations frolicking in my head,
Those visions playing in my tears and sadness,
To achieve, manufacturing mind's project
A reality, partaking in life's fruitful nurture

so u real???
Warning! The following choppy, batty,
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy,
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy,
sketchy material prone to find the reader
dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably numb.

Modern Roam Min Times – mesh
THERE IS NO RELATION WITH THE
EPIC OF GILGAMESH (abridged from
brook land) AND THIS VIGNETTE – in ma Englesh.

As I lay in my bed dreaming, my brother came to me.
We shall speak in the morning, just you wait and see.
He had long been gone, but in the dark I found a trace,
He was hiding in a looking glass, in light his shining grace.

I’m here now sister, lay safe and in your slumber, listen,
I tell my story, with all my love, as I am on a mission,
I’ve come here with a secret, that I have to share.
Let me hold your hand, and touch the silver in your hair.

Every heartbeat counts
Our love grows deeper each hour
Enduring and true

I woke up this morning with the devil by my bed,
“Have a shot of whiskey,” was the first thing that he said...
He poured some in a glass but I turned away in fear,
Then he told me to relax, “Don’t be rude, let’s have a beer...”

He tempted me with power and fame and fortune too,
“You only need to listen when I tell you what to do...
He told me Jesus Christ was nothing but a liar,
“And if you take these little pills, I’ll lift you so much higher...”

My body frozen like stone
The sweat on my brow falling to the coals

below. My crimson pump vessel ready to leap out
of my dry throat. I can feel the thumping in my ribs
Six penetrating eyes digging into my soul below.

I'm tied to a huge spherical shaped human grill ?
Three angelic looking WITCHES !. They all have

white milky blank stares. Each hue different
Tossing tendrils of hair. one has fire flaming tinge

Who are the children that cry each day
What stories do we need to hear?
The children can't tell their sorrows
They cannot tell us what they fear.

These are the children of abuse
Abuse that happens everyday,
These are the children we must find
Before their abusers have their way.

It might be the child born enslaved
Or the child born of modest means,
It might also be the child next door
With a perfect family, or so it seems.