Dream #2035

Windmills, you mechanical monsters dressed in those white evening gowns. Tonight you lose your rigid nature and become the curves for which we all so long. Oh that you would take on the shapes of Venus of Willendorf, that form that can only belong to those possesing the most natural fertility. But that is not what I saw: no I saw bodies, free from clothing, free bodies but for the heads. The heads were still the triumvirate of rotating blades, clipping the air imperceptibly at times and oblivious to the traveler of the autobahn with his windows raised. Were I the man from La Mancha I would have ridden toward you again, but this time seen the female forms and not chased after you with lance and plastic sword, but instead with the lust that only comes from so much energy stored and produced in one place. Alas I awake and find they are only white towers of energy, turning slowly in the morning's frigid breeze.

Gordon Brown, The UK, and the little island that could...

Gordon Brown has now announced that he is not anti-american. This from an article at the BBC homepage. Good for him. Its nice to know that he is willing to be friends with a country that is much like his own in some ways. They are both interested in ruling the planet(in an economic sense not in a traditional colonial sense although Irag, Afghanistan, and Puerto Rico would likely have a problem with this theory). Both countries' governments don't seem to have that big of a problem with pollution or the rabid consumerism that plagues western culture(not that the mainland has done much better). They are also in bed together on the Iraq war(spooning is more correct) and it would look quite bad if these two life partners suddenly had a break up and one decided to favor the EU(which would give it a better economical chance considering it is the biggest market in the world and the US may very well be fading off into the sunset of history). Both countries have had hard times getting used to the fact that indeed the whole world is 1. not envious of their success 2. most of the world would prefer their own language as oppossed to the cultural hegemony that persists from these two and 3. would like an apology from them for their military and economical bullying for the last couple of centuries. If Mr. Brown likes to stay in bed with Bush and the Yanks that is fine, but the rest of should be warned that they aren't exactly going to pass their next physical either.

I have been laughed at
for the size of my fingers
that they were lady like
and lacked the strength of
the boy I call myself

And at times it feels
that they are gripping a
cold rock wall trying to hold
onto the dreams and holding
onto you

Despite all the smiles
Despite all the laughter
I question whether they can
hold it all together.

A poem

Every dream is a nightmare
yes there are mountains
and mirror clad lakes
dancing leaves on fall trees
and the whisper of the wind
the cruelest of symphonies
there are seas and oceans
the monsters the fish the
dolphins, every color is
painted almost fresh, and
the lights are always on
the wax drips from candles
the scents of the season
warm on my skin, but all this
every dream is a nightmare
because you are not there

The Last of the Panthers...

There were no burning torches, shrouded hoods, or other things common to a human meeting dipped in secrecy and scheming. It did take place in the woods on the edge of a swamp far from the streetlights of the nearest urban area. The head of the order sat beneath an ancient cypress tree whose branches strove to keep the darkness intact. The panthers were slowly gathering for the yearly meeting. When all the elders were gathered, a roar went up from the leader and there was silence.

"My brothers, fellow felines, listen to the words of a declining race. Our children are disappearing from these shores that this beast called man is slowly destroying with his concrete streets and endless houses that all look the same." Here he was interrupted by a roar of approval from the other elders. He waited patiently till the silence returned before continuing "With our land decreasing we face a population crises. We cannot find land to continue living our lifestyles as we have for thousands of years. Our sons and daughters are growing tired of this life. They are listless and bored. Their interest in furthering the race is all but extinct. That is the reason we are gathered here. Our lifestyle is the one that the allmighty has shown to be the right one. Therefore today I encourage you to go back out in your territory and take back what is meant to be ours. This land was made for us. Don't let these immigrants, these non-natives pave our forests just to build their Starbucks, their malls, and these damn convenience stores. Tear the flesh that intrudes on your land. Then I call on the females, the mothers and those who are yet to be mothers to increase their bearing of children. Our race must continue. Thank you goodnight." The roars of agreement echoed through the forest and somewhere nearby at a campsite, two stoned hippies were shaking in their sleeping bags.

Day Dream #25

He spent the day in bed arguing philosophy with himself. The dialogue wasn't necessarily clever, worthwhile to repeat here, nor was it in any way logical. He did conclude that he wasn't going to get out of bed. That includes never having to see what the weather is looking like outside. He could tell though just by the amount of light that was washing over his blinds that it wasn't sunny outside. He didn't hear the patter of rain and so he concluded that if it had rained at any point in the night, it would have mostly dried by this point. None of this meant that he was any more or less motivated to get out bed. The sheets are warm he thought. Why should I ever get out of this little cocoon that I've created. The sheets are wrapped around me, I have a book to read, and then there is always the chance to sleep some more. He flirted with eternity after the cocoon thoughts faded. He was trying to stay awake now but eternity was responsible for a yawn growing out of his mouth and finally blooming wide. Maybe he was just sleeping anyway. Maybe this was all a dream and with that cliche thought in mind he turned out the lights and rolled over. Now he would never get back to the dreamy clouds he'd been floating through all night.

66.6 FM

Good morning faithfull members of our burning community. This morning will be the same as all others, everything is as it should be, or maybe to put it better it is for you and us as it shouldn't be. Temperatures may reach a boiling point, the skin may melt from your faces and you may feel a thirst that seems unquenchable. This is just another day in what some of us like to call the anti-paradise. The thirst is unquenchable and it was written quite clearly in the contract that all of you signed at that crumbling gate some time ago before entering our lovely community of flames and ash.

Some of you have asked about our architect. To accomodate the recent masses of people we have hired several American architects to design our new buildings. They have modeled it on the suburban sprawl that is currently growing like a cancer back on earth. We have to confess that our Father has been the voice of inspiration in that country for so long. How else does one explain a reliance on fossil fuel driven vehicles and an incessant need for air conditioning wherever people gather. Every house looks the same we admit, but that is our strong point. Here we are all the same. We are suffering, we are burning, we grind our teeth in anguish. You may have noticed if you come from North America that all the buildings are made out of cheap materials. Yes, this is the case, just like all the McMansions back in your states we decided that we would purchase subpar materials from places like Home Depot, where we get a discount by the way. Luckily we don't have any hurricanes, earthquakes, or tornadoes to worry about. We just have this burning heat. Don't blame us you made the choice. Have a beautiful morning and watch out for your skin if you can. :)