I dreamt of a creature coming from aether
Someone that ate poetry for breakfast
So consumed in his own world
That was unable to function in this world
Someone that fed his demons
Before his body
Someone that sang aether songs
I would like to observe him from afar
Be cautious not to touch his energy when I got close
Because you know I am polluted
I am a mortal
It feels I only destroy with these hands on some days.
Have you ever witnessed
The immensity
Of a Celestial Squid?
Coat of clammy jelly porcelain
Alien skin
Cold and damp, despite eons
Baked betwixt stars
Radiation hazed
Star sick tranquil predator
With lidless eyes
Leviathan of mountain-crushing size
Unravelled across the stratosphere
A shimmering mirage
Eclipse the moon
A family;
Pulsing pod
Of briny gods
Gobbling up planetoids like plankton
Ah! What was that?
I shriek and freeze
Something flew past
I almost dropped.
It wasn’t a bird
Or anything sweet
It had long feelers
And too many feet.
It circled once
Then took a dive
I questioned how
I’d make it out alive.
Its shell was shiny
Its stare was mean
The ugliest thing
I’ve ever seen.
I grabbed a shoe
Prepared to swing
But it took flight.
The cursed thing had wings!
I ran and screamed
Down the hall
Not so brave
Not tough at all.
But fear held me back,
I couldn’t get away,
Hands trembling,
I faced it anyway.
Then I saw it
I stepped in slow,
Still full of fear,
It didn’t move,
But I wouldn’t go near.
I grabbed a slipper,
Threw hard from afar,
Missed on the first,
Then followed up hard.
I raised my sandal,
Gave one last swing,
A nasty crunch,
I ended the thing.
Rak-a-tak-a-tak-a
A slowww, dry, kind of sound
Something unhurriedly clicking
Low down on the ground
A steady, deliberate noise
Like a clock, with rusty gears
Chik-a-chik-a-chik-a
Find the source, follow your ears
Discover a creature distinguished
By the leisurely shaking of its tail
I’d like to (slowly) introduce
The humble Rattle Snail
The soft snowy body,the cute puffy face
The bulky swift creature,is never behind in race
The fully stretched being,often pretends to sleep
But,is always vigilant, having an eye to keep
Yor are dearest to me,no doubt...you are an Ace!!
MICE
Miniature
Invasive
Creatures
EEK!!!!!
I am a creature with fur so fine
the alley is a place I love to dine
the hounds are coming so I must go
as I leave I fluff my tail just so
Life is just a long or short journey,
for every creature in this world,
that includes birth, growth, death
and reincarnation or rebirth in the
One and only Infinite Being
of Eternal Conscious Existence or God,
where the main real objective and purpose of it is
for God to realize and know Himself,
through that of all of His
highest evolved forms in creation,
which are human beings,
be it any man or woman,
by a process of Involution and Realization
as being Omnipresent, Infinite and Eternal
and to experience,
for those who attain the goal;
which can only be attained here on the earth,
the infinite divine power, knowledge, love and bliss,
which are all the very essence and true nature
of That Indivisible and Unfathomable Creator.
________________
A turtle peeks out
Nestled amongst the lilies
Eyeing cautiously
DEPTHS OF SANITY
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The creature crawls in front of me From the darkest depths of sanity His silence takes her by surprise The creature breaths his mouth is dry
Numbing fingers claw the ground Creature creeping all around From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
A girl whos love for me is true Brings prophecies She listens to the words I say And lies so far so far away
Speaking scriptures that of love His eyes so blue as skies above Look into these eyes of blue She bleeds, she mates, shes there for you From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
Her voice, her look, her seductive ways Drawling creature from his caves The creature walks he shakes the ground Sensing beauty all around She writes, she shouts, she goes in sane Creature crawling through her vein
Love for creature not for me The darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
Streams of passion with their ebbs and flows as waters dancing to rivers twisting call, so my obsessions rise and in time they sleep growing and fading bringing change to my life.
Directions and pressures guide me through this world and though I attempt to control them it is they that often do me as I stand a creature refined..... yet… maybe not......
Driven by the needs and passions of nature, existing on this earth spinning without purpose gone in a flicker leaving no more than a vapor of thought.
What was thought important and tied to a universe of beliefs found pointless and inconsequential in the rush of the galaxies.
Thus I choose…… to let passion reign.
Darrell
Oh,my dear Red wattled lapwing bird, Are you a naughty, noisy little bird, When I tried to catch a butterfly, You made a did-you-do-it , lullaby, No one escape from your vigilant eye , Your cry is an alarm for creatures, not a lie.
Copying the success tale of myth
He moved ahead to the orphan green
A vast forest of fast opportunity
Display was of lovely frames
A sound of track with hustling cracks
He relied on relief of hacks
A cozy kinder of lightning trail
He chose one precious gift alright!
The talks begin to amplify
The words became the works over night
A close choice of heartly fellow
Sincere attack of pain and sorrow
It's the might of the fairy forest
He decided a lack of theory worlds
The maniac he was, he survived
Avalanche of hypnotizing eye
Restless body still moves freely
A part of him stays in the forest
If I came back as a creature, I hope it might be a monarch butterfly.
Or a lima bean colored luna moth or a female deer or a green elf.
I do not want to come back as a baby goat.
What about a penguin? Would you like to be a penguin?
Maybe an empire penguin or a striped pig.
What about a unicorn? Would you be a unicorn?
Maybe but she would have to be purple and have a pink feathered boa.
below the world I sit in silence
an animal among machines
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