Wednesday, January 30, 2013


you can take all the words you know,
all the words spilling from my mouth,
you can try to shape them like I do,
but it won't be close enough.

I can give you all my words,
all my ideas, all my plans,
but no matter how you try,
they won't be written by my hand.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Work In Progress

give me a wire and a pipe and a node,
I need no schematics, no payments, no gold;
I'll build you a circuit that will catch the eye,
and when I'm done, you'll wish it would fly.

give me the sky, the earth, and the sea,
I need no payment, just air to breathe;
I'll build you a place to spread your wings,
and when I'm done, you'll wish you could sing.

give me the rumbling deep underground,
give me the stars, their silence and sound,
give me a promise I'll be undisturbed,
and then I will get back to work.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Adieu-n't Care

the devil kitty may die,
and never rise again.
he damaged my sweet kitty.
I shall not mourn him.

I told you not to do it,
but you could never listen to me,
I suppose it serves you right.
I bid adieu, heartlessly.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Dream Journal: 27 Jan 2013

Emma is just sitting on my bed, casually, talking and watching me on the floor get ready. We're over at my parent's house. She starts to repeat a story about her mother that she's told me before, and I beat her to the punchline. She suddenly stares at me, surprised.

"You've told me that one before."

"Oh, have I? Sorry."

"No, not at all." I stand and walk over to her kneeling on both knees below her and take her hands. "You know what it means when you start repeating stories?"


"Either we're seeing too much of each other and we have to stop, or you have to marry me."

Her jaw dropped. "Are you proposing?"

"Looks like it."

She nodded, and I took off the only ring I had with me, my spinning Celtic ring, and slipped it over her finger.

I laughed when I realize how loose it was, since I usually wore it on my thumb, and she joined me. Then I stood, pecked her on the lips, and hugged her. We walked down the hall holding hands to tell someone, while Mom was in the kitchen making dinner.

Vividity: 8/10
Control: 1/10

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Dream Journal: 12 Jan 2013

the world ends when the ash trees fall,
bringing the oceans rushing down
out of the sky and onto the land,
a torrent of panic, a torrent of sound.

we sat in the amphitheatre and saw it begin,
two great trees falling without any wind,
the world's waterfall became a roaring wave
and we had no-where to hide or be safe.

with a great grating, the stands came alive:
old machinery awakened and kicked into drive.
the chairs scrolled into lines on forgotten tracks,
I was pushed into one as it rumbled past.

the caretaker was shouting for all to sit,
my classmates were frightened, standing in fits;
but I grabbed one as I passed so near,
pulled her in the next behind me chair.

to a column they swiveled around,
hooking, descending, away from the sound;
a safe room and silent, dark and so deep.
she shrieked "don't let me alone please!"

the ancients were understanding of fear
and locked together the two of our chairs.
the bunker sorted and split up my 'mates,
efficiently stored within the space.

water drew closer, ceilings did tremble,
dust shook down and worried did mumble,
but the builders built well, all was secured,
all who sat, who trusted, like her.

we laid in the bunker, side by side.
she, troubled by fear, shook and cried.
I knew not all made it, not near enough time,
but I held her close, comforting and alive.

written: 22 Jan 2013

I've had this dream, still as vivid as when I woke on the twelfth, unresting in my head, trying to find the best way to capture it. Finally managed to get this down, which was not the form I expected it to land in.

The girl who followed me was the only person I knew from the consensual reality, someone I went to middle school with, KM. All other characters were strangers, aged between 18 and 30. The dream originally had an unfortunate ending, but with WBTB, I was able to backtrack and correct it to something more pleasant.

The end of the world beginning by the falling of enormous ash trees was different, though symbolically appropriate for Pagans and Celts. Not far prior to this dream, I was doing some research into alternative zodiac signs, and discovered my Celtic tree sign is the ash tree.

Method of scrolling chairs is not dissimilar to locker/canoes in "City of Ember," though the chairs in my dream were more flexible, tightly woven cloth unfolding into cots as they descended into the bunker.

Vividity: 10/10
Control: 3/10
Recall: 10 days prior to recording, no loss in quality.