Metaphor

His daddy was a 747 magnum
His grandfather was a shotgun
He was actually a derringer.
 
We will not speak of his mother
She did not like firearms in the house.
 
He was a smoking gun
Always making drug deals
And enjoying pot parties.
 
He loved Westerns as a child
And never grew tired of them
Riding off into the sunset.
 
In his youth he joined the army
He wanted to make a difference
And he did
As a sniper his scope
Autographed many an enemy.
 
He returned home after the war
And opened a gun shop
He was very successful in the business world
And was soon swimming to the bank each day.
He married the teller and they had four water guns.

Stronger than
Aramid fiber
Dreaming of
Equatorial  
Smiles with the
Body armor
Fashioning after
Ballistic
Eyes:
Projectiles of
Transport-
Synthesized
Flight
Arranging; the
Spindles and
Their
Joints are
Connecting this
Stratospheric
Dew…
Morning dew
Licking
Fog
Along some
Spider web
Detailing the
Ornery side of
Every low
Leaf.

Listening to The Goddess (Quiet Village Remix)
 
Seismic
Shifts of  
Lion  
Frontier  
Snowing in  
Alpine  
Eyes: Trees with  
Their  
Finger on the  
Trigger for the  
Sun and the  
Cubs of  
Murmured  
Speech,  
Curves of  
Murmured  
Speech  
Silently  
Loaded into their  
Shooting  
Range.

Side to side
beaten a hundred times
at the hands of pride
down the line   smashed
how long will it last
on the floor   crashed

Side to side
aimlessly tossed before I fly
the innocent left to cry
deflated I hide
in shame    but to you
it was only just a game

 
Pestered and pursued  
by unknown foes  
A topsyturvy land  
where snakes can have horns  
and cows can have fangs.  
Night'mares' where the day's stallions  
make mountains out of molehills  

A chance to witness greek mythology-like creatures for real  
For dreamland tis a place for the unreal and surreal.  
 
Those hair-raising scary scary dreams  
beset with horrified silent screams!  
 
We do try to interrupt nightmares, pinching ourselves  
With relief wake up to see there aren't any horrid elves.  
We also try to interpret dreams filled with mystery  
But gifted dream interpreters like prophet Joseph  
Are now part of biblical human history  
 
All in all, dreamland's fascination  
for extra-ordinary exaggeration  
and tall-tale imagination  
 
Where myth and legend come to life  
An amalgam of fiction or real strife  
 
Where assorted monsters of the mind  
reign supreme in that REM sleep of our kind.  
 
Yet on the other hand the wishful, wistful sweet sweet dreams  
where fantasies form mirages bordered by fanciful seams.  
 
Where castles in the air that humans build, float gently down to earth  
only to shoot back up unto nowhere from the awakened one's berth.  
 
In dreamland a pauper girl can be a princess or fairy fair  
for daydreams extend into the night and linger on there.  
 
A quote I took to heart and it to console all and sundry  
'that if your sweet dreams don't come true, don't you fret  
for atleast your nightmares didn't come true either,  
so just heave a sigh, by and by.  
 
Every night let us all just fly away and escape  
And lo behold  the extraordinary world of Dreamscape.