Dream a Dreamer’s Dream

I dream a dream to rival Seuss’s imagination
I dream a dream to live in a fictional nation 

To fight evil enemies with fierce weapons 

From the depths of hell to the halls of the heavens 
I want to fly with Peter Pan, crow with the lost boys

I need to go on adventures with buzz, woody and the rest of the toys

I aspire to fence with the three musketeers 

I fancy to fight bulls to the crowd’s cheers 
I aspire To go over the misty mountain with a group of travelers 

I desire to battle evil wizards alongside the potters 

I yearn for a race in chariots at camp half blood

I thirst to travel with Sherlock and find clues in the mud 
I may never physically do these things with my two hands

This is a harsh reality that I have come to understand

However in my dreams I can do anything 

I can be a werewolf, a demon slayer or even a king
The trick to life is never stop dreaming

Never give up on the things that leave you smiling 

Your imagination is your greatest friend 

And it will stay with you until the very end

Inside the Mind

Am I really friends with the monster inside of my headOr have I just developed Stockholm syndrome 

Am I really in control or am I the one strapped to the bed 

Has this hell really become my home 
Maybe I am the evil twin with the pencil thin mustache 

Maybe I took over this mind I inhabit 

Stand back while I hack and slash 

Through these tangled thoughts with a sword as dull as an oven mitt 
Given enough time the psycho will gnaw through his straight jacket 

And how lovely your face will be when he’s free

We both know his first victim will be his personal nurse ratchet 

But which person in this hypothetical is me? 
I say lock both personalities in a cage 

Toss in a pistol, locked, loaded, and ready to fire

See who benefits the most from their rage

There can only be one king of the mental shire

And frodo is gone 

 

The Road Not Traveled

Two roads diverged in a mythical wood
And sadness overtook me 

I could not travel both no matter how much I wish I could 

I looked down one path to where it bent into the city 
I stood frozen in my tracks

One path begged for me to traverse it’s high grass 

The other shined with neon and glitz that illuminated the concretes cracks 

It was filled with wonderments protected by glass 
I sat and thought, inspecting both paths the best I could from afar

One path shined with excitement 

And the other had never been touched by a car 

This only added to my predicament 
I shall be telling this with saddened heart 

Two roads diverged in a wood and I leaned on a fence

I made no decision and remained at the start

And that has made all the difference 

The Storm Cowboy

 Mother Nature is a cruel heartless bitch

She doesn’t discriminate against black, white, poor or rich 

She will demolish your house car your way of life 

She will even kill the unborn child carried by your wife 
That’s where we begin our story 

In the small town of Ausberry 

A violent angry tornado touched down 

It ravished through the center of town 

It ripped through the home of the Betty and Mitch ford

It destroyed every shingle, every board 
It picked up a pregnant Betty and held her for a long painful ten minutes

Mitch watched in horror as it carried her for miles and finally dropped her in the yard of the Pickets 

He rushed to her side be she was no longer with the living

Mitch cursed the heavens and laid beside her sobbing 
Mitch was a mechanical engineer and vowed to get revenge for death of his family

He knew this could be no random act of a deity

It had to be purposeful it had to be for a reason

Mitch would not rest until there was no longer a tornado season 
Mitch began studying tornados and their patterns

Chasing them across country, living off the land as they do in westerns. 

Mitch traveled on an old red Harley Davidson his wife had bought him 

And a bag he had appropriated from his local gym 
Mitch followed these tornadoes trying different techniques to vanquish his arch rival 

He didn’t know why but he felt there weren’t multiple tornadoes, there was just one that was evil 

Mitch tried, unsuccessfully, to thwart the tornado with a sword, axe, and mace

But each time he ended up bruised and landing on his face
Mitch determined his body movement wasnt fast enough

He would need more powerful stuff 

He tried the conventional weapons the second amendment permits

Mitch decided he needed a way to fire rockets 
He spent the next following months collecting parts and supplies for his weapon

Mitch obtained gun powder from Austin, metal from Birmingham, and propellant from Boston 

He finally had assembled a gun that would fire rockets and was manageable by a single man

And it would not be long before Mitch would be able to test his hell in a can
Mitch stood in a field with his hell in hand with the tornado barreling down

Mitch fired two shots at the base of the tornado with no affect, Mitch was picked up an hurled into the nearest town

Mitch was frustrated but would not admit defeat

That had to be a way for this tornado to be beat
And as he lay in a pile of rubble gazing at his adversary 

He saw a glimpse of something eerily extraordinary 

at the top of the tornado was what appeared to be an angel flapping his wings

And if you listened there was a ominous song he sings
He sung ring around the rosy

Well this song filled Mitch with great fury 

Mitch developed a plan to meet this angel at the top

And end make his life of destruction stop
With hell in his Mitch revved his Harley and gunned it towards the tornado

Mitch drove directly into the storm like a pyscho 

But miraculously Mitch was rotating upwards in the funnel cloud

He was grinning as the storm pelted and pummeled 
Once he reached the top he shouted at the angel 

“Remember me?” And pulled out hell

He blasted the Angels left wing and then the right

The tornado stopped and there was a still in the night 
The only thing moving was Mitch and the angel free falling

The angel was screaming whilst Mitch was just smiling 

They both hit the ground with an earthshaking thud

The angel groaned as he lay in a puddle of blood 
The angel asked, almost to himself, “why, why had this happened”

Mitch rolled to his side and said, “I was going to ask the same thing”

And before they could say another word the Harley fell and crushed them both 

The Dragon Slayer

The songs have been sang

The fees have been paid 

The fireworks have went off with a bang

And the dead are peacefully laid 
So what becomes of the dragon slayer 

The man shedding his blood, sweat and tears 

The man who enjoyed the thrill of danger 

Who never complained about those lost years 
He has slain the last villainous beast 

He destroyed its eggs and nest 

He had conquered all the dragons from west to east 

He has earned a much needed rest
He has accomplished his goal

He had completed his journey 

So why is there a gaping hole in his soul 

Why can he not enjoy the happy ending to his story
He sulks around his average hut

Reliving the epic sword play of his battles 

He is stuck in a horrible mundane rut

Tending to his cattle 
He has lost his self motivating purpose

He has become a normal townie 

He yearns for a pace faster than the tortoise 

He hates the thought of his now extended life expectancy 
The dragon slayer must find a new enemy

Or he will truly self destruct

He will not accept your two-faced pity 

He will find that fire or die in a dirty aqueduct
The slayer is cursing the bothersome wind

When a smile finds its way on his face 

There was a loud rumbling from behind 

He braced for the quickening pace
The creature jumped on his back

Putting its arms around the slayers neck 

But this was not a vicious attack 

This was a warm embrace, not a demon from heck
The slayer had a new adventure 

Train his son to be a great man 

To show love that is pure 

The slayer is completing the maker’s plan