The Greatest Storyteller

I pass it on the way          
as I start the day            
it hangs frayed              
crestfallen            
from a        
wide      
oak            
             
Each          
time  I          
have to ...              
quickly glance            
hoping to chance            
upon some girl at play            
             
Feet kicking to the sky            
never asking why            
her ride always            
must end        
without    
me

There was an infinite horse called West
He cantered Stallion chest
Heaving, thrusting forward
Beads of salted sweat
To the throttled floor
And hardened salt bed flats
With gifts of pound and precision
The grand machinery of nature
Without untimely death
To reign the beast in

Mortality can appear a noose
Even when the hangman has just cause
And the look of a saint
Beneath his dark hood

West had no knowledge
Of discourage

opposable thumbs were not in his
Chocolate brown make up
His eye dipped
Creamy and soft
If you stared into them
He might appear
To gaze back
Like a lover

Ready and willing
For care and soft
Gentle caress
He might appear to be
But would not stop
A break neck pace
Towards....

For kind things and touch

But for Omega
He had no vision
No need or desire
To hinder him

He was
As well
Without desperation
He was.....

Just as well

Another horse
Would halt him two foaled
And creation would bring the East
And a certainty

He had yet to see a sun rise
Nor see a sun set

I fell into a deep sleep
And dreamt of visions untold
A land as far as my eye could see
Covered in rubies and gold

The trees would sway within the breeze
Dancing back and forth
Whispering secrets into the wind
A tale of ancient lore

And as I began my approach
To the city beyond the golden sea
My ears were pierced by a horn
As loud as it could be

The land began to tremble and shake
And stars began to fall
The amber sky turned dark gray
Seemingly to answer the horns call

The golden city where rubies abound
Started sinking into the sea
And a booming voice from nowhere
Demanded that I leave

It was with this that I awoke
Puzzled by this dream
Just what it meant, I have no clue
Sometimes a dream is just a dream.

Once upon a time
in a land where sleep is banned  
I would sit upon the telling chair  
 entrance you with a tale  
pin back your ears whilst I regale  
In that Noslumberland  
don't rub your eyes  
my precious child  
there lived a bird that could not fly  
 gawky ostrich long and lanky  
and his name was Fancy  
for he was mute and could not squawk  
 he employed an umbrella  
so he could point  
and strut around with dignity  
to find the things he might require  
perhaps some training for a glider  
a deposit for a Turkish Carpet  
to levitate, on a rug that has no cockpit  
try to find some credibility  
soar aloft like ancestors could  
not just paddle in the sticky mud  
and walk around on bony stilts  
a puppet, hear the crowd  
all  laugh out loud  
for he was trapped within his cage  
he fumed and glowered with great outrage  
that man could fly and he was trapped  
so a cunning plan he hatched  
just to flutter like a partridge  
the lead shot blown from the cartridge  
now do not yawn and close your eyes  
for this tale holds a surprise  
self belief high as an eagles aerie  
just to escape that life so dreary  
tunnel underneath the wire netting  
escape that park of paradise  
a chance to find a brand new setting  
for next door was big top circus  
a brave idea to reach the heights  
under cover of the darkness  
the brolly underneath a wing  
the hook, the end for extra purchase  
escape the bonds of trapped despair  
brave intentions clarity  
to seek the need for parity  
 to become the feathered cannon  
climb in the bore with gay abandon  
and come the time to test the fuse  
be discharged into the blue  
once airborne spread ones wings and glide  
now the chance to soar  
terra firma always clamping thee  
and each deserve; a flight of fancy  
not tire in that pursuit of legacy  
just one more verse before you sleep  
float down on his open umbrella  
 say the day had been quite stellar

              
Five kilometers underground            
     manufactured in secret                
along with nine others            
     Shadow government facility                
               
Absent parents or brothers            
     a hive of sisterhood           
intentions far from altruistic            
     pretensed as Greater Good              
               
plaus • i • ble   de • ni • a • bil • i • ty                
               
Thus a little known story                
in which chaos erupted;              
cloning experiment gone awry---                
gene pool corrupted                
               
Siblings                
anywhere from deformed              
to downright psychotic                
full of rage, pent up violence                
to passive, quite robotic---                
unlike her                
               
perfect in every way:                
balanced, beautiful, intelligent            
     from conception            
       she was the exception                
               
The Tenth Melissa                
               
And then one artificial sun day                
she lifted a security guard's pistol            
---shot him point blank in the face              
Level 9 Access card, she stole               
               
Commandeered the control room             
---locked down every exit               
That this was ever coming  
Not a single soul saw it                
               
No matter how much praise                
was heaped upon on her                
she viewed herself a monster        
         
an abomination       
            
and refused to go on living                
knowing the worst in her                
was manifest in her kin            
               
knowing the worst in them                
resided just below the surface of her                
skin                
               
Self Destruct Mechanism Activated                
               
Self Destruct Mechanism Activated                
               
Self Destruct Mechanism Activated                
               
Countdown To Detonation Sequence Commencing                
               
Ten                
               
Pounding the shatter proof glass                
they begged her to let them in                
fearing for their lives                
               
Nine                
               
Trapped            
Rats in a maze scurrying                
Cell Phones Not Permitted On Premises                
No calling children, husbands, wives                
               
Eight                
               
"Wait, Melissa - wait!                
"It doesn't have to be this way!"                
"Just open the door!"                
"Let's discuss this some more!"                
               
Seven, Six, Five                
               
They'd say anything to stay alive---                
anything to spare their hides                
but this Godplay needed exposing                
               
The Truth would set her Free                
               
Five, Four, Three                
               
Not even Melissas Two through Nine                
convinced her to stop the countdown                
while Crazy Melissa Number One                
cheered her on just for fun!                
               
Four, Three, Two                
               
"Sister, please don't do this!"                
"You know we all love you!"                
"Why, Melissa, Why?!"                
               
Pleading was all they could do                
except kiss their asses                
               
One              
               
     
 

            
I can just see you
now ...             
             
parked on an ass dented sofa              
scarfing down Doritos              
cradling a laptop, chatting    
in that online sex forum              
as usual              
             
Squandering      
so much free time in idle gossip            
publicly sharing cleavage photos    
privately messaging your boobies        
posting cat menes, harassing newbies              
pausing to lick artificially cheesed digits              
             
when you could be practicing your cello              
becoming one with vibrational energy    
flowing through delicate fingertips              
into those harmonious strings              
consciously savoring music in sips              
rather than downloaded gulpings              
from I-Tunes or slurped      
You-Tube streams              
             
Playing your instrument---          
you are so much more alive than this          
anonymous pseudo existence perpetuated              
behind a silly username    
and poorly pixelated avatar              
feigning to be so many things you are not          
Miss MountinQueen91              
             
It saddens me              
how you will never live up to your potential              
             
and without my guidance              
would remain lost              
             
even though you don't know who I am              
despite our having briefly met once        
          
in that very same online forum              
where you referred to me as dickbag              
              
I exit the darkly lit hallway              
approaching rapidly from behind              
pull back on that pretty, blonde mane          
while deftly conducting a straight razor    
orchestrating a left to right slashing    
motion across your throat         
              
so much blood          
           
letting the arterial spray surge in spurts              
painting your laptop's screen              
as if a mad demon artist              
a virtual Jackson Pollock of Molloch              
until your gurgling palette is emptied              
           
Now, my dear Mountain Queen              
please, indulge me              
take my hand in yours              
put your other hand on my shoulder              
right there              
like so              
and I will show you what it really feels like              
to be              
alive              
             
And you and I shall              
dance a dance of elegant romance              
a Vietnamese Waltz              
before the flickering hearth warming              
these cold brick 'n' mortared vaults              
             
Imagining your fingers sing              
in keys of G, strumming catgut string              
auditioning a splendid solo rendition of              
In The Hall Of The Mountain King              
             
If only you could witness              
this new version of you              
removed from the shelf              
unwrapped from box            
You'd be asking,              
Who are these strangers              
cutting up the rug              
jitterbugging in my home?              
             
Unfortunately              
not for you, but for me              
your footwork is pathetic              
as poetic as my next stalker journal entry              
and online competition poem              
             
When playing on the Internets              
perhaps you should think twice              
before calling someone dickbag              
Next time consider trying to be nice              
             
And who knows?              
Perhaps I wouldn't be here now              
wasting my time showing you how              
to be more sophisticated---      
           
oww              
             
   oww!              
             
      goddammit!           
   
---quit stepping on my toes already!    
   
 
 

      
Feigning ignorance as he takes the throne        
---the Great Deceiver of untold lies        
awaiting for enemies to atone        
after silver Falcons cross the skies        
       
cast westward by King of Terror into flight        
tearing asunder mirrored monument        
a forceful display of wicked might        
drawing forth a wary Eagle in descent        
       
Enter the insatiable belly of the Beast        
with ten horns rising  
in the Middle East        
       
A mockery of the One adorned        
crowned in many thorns;        
long ago, this was forewarned        
       
Prepare for the bloodbath        
of the millenium        
when brother hath        
buried the dagger deep        
inside each other        
       
Marching the desert sand        
his people will go        
led by the Falsest of Prophets        
into the land of        
       
Megeddio        
       
Prelude to madness        
by which the fabled were enticed        
Be witness to the dawning of the       
third generation Antichrist        
       
As he crushes nations into nation        
within his iron vice        
This is the New World Order        
of the final Antichrist        
       
Bow down  
before the one you serve        
Sever loyal ties;        
let old bonds be sliced        
       
Now comes the armies of the ANTICHRIST!