The orders were clear and for unknown reasons I was in charge given a loaded pistol and commanded to send everyone to a central area 5 kilometers away the enemy with overwhelming strength was already on the outskirts of our city pillaging plundering and taking prisoners within my designated area schools homes and businesses were were open and occupied schools were easy to evacuate students quickly complied homes were more challenging as some refused to leave orders were to let them stay if resisting as time was not forgiving force only to be used as defense if physical safety was compromised animals were allowed those unable to evacuate were to be left behind services were promised to be available at the gathering location transport vehicles were random and uncomfortable alerts were communicated through various media my dream ended when I woke up I noticed towards the end of my dream I was in stocking feet and regretted not putting my boots on I wanted it to go away to be like before I didn't like being mean to people
Not my jamm
(“Bardo Dreams”, 2017, original mixed media encaustic)
Maybe so in Hollywood, yet
We all dream, not just fags,
And in our dreams we are all equal
Equal in being dreamers
Disembodied spirits on the way
No matter our sex, no matter our race
No matter our age or even species.
Disembodied spirits on the way
Dreaming like lovers do
Lovers of Life.
(9/20/25)
(“Shadow Puppet”, 2023, original encaustic)
Dreamtime
Is there anybody out there
Sings the Muffin Man
From Drury Lane
The San Francisco skyline now
Tilted past recognition
A Jumble of order and chaos
Alas, once a beauty
Now a beast
Changed so much
In just a day
As Father Time sighs
And wears away
Surfaces that used to shine
Declaring now his desire
To become a her
And transition to another time.
(7/8/25)
The laundry needed changing
Impossible in the house I was trapped
Long-haired pot-smokin' hippies
Cluttered the hallways, impeding my progress
Laughing and blocking my movements
Arms full of clothes
The way I saw it, I had to get out
Rushing the streets I sought refuge at the
Laundromat way down the street
Finally free I finished my laundry chores
Content I had shaken evil influences
Leaving the window open
Letting fresh air in
alone...
in a vast meadow,
silently counting ruby explosions
of rare, lion's tooth orchids;
Hidden under tiny royal cloaks
of elliptical emerald leaf canopies,
so beautiful....
I'm briefly blinded
he sits
watching us sweetly,
the blue of his eyes are unmoving
calm, as the waters of Nineveh
Flourishing under the umbrage
of an ovaloid optic embrace,
he settles into our garden of love.
He is delightful,
concisely pre-arranged, just like us.
Written in collaboration with James Marshall Goff
She wishes for dreamtime.
Her clock has a face but no eyes;
It divides into 5-minute slices.
Earth turns between sunshine and shadow:
a marbled orb spinning in vastness.
The girl gazes
past clockwork and schedules -
speaks from her heart.
“I want no time, no measuring up,
no counting, no subtraction.
I wish for serendipitous meetings,
tea and conversations.
I wish for dreamtime:
for stars singing meanings that linger
and echo in art,
for words by eye-witnesses,
written in treasuries,
for covering wings in the dark -
in the nest of mystery and truth.”
Waiting…
Then God is speaking, saying:
“For you – My love is also for you.”
Sing us a song oh giant of the deep,
an ancient refrain to hear in our sleep,
let no man silence you and your kin,
if contemplated would be a sin.
Across the oceans of our world,
we hear your song till tears explode.
Catching our emotions filling us with joy,
uplift your song to the very sky.
andrew mcintyre 7/1/2024.
This is the good ship Dreamtime
And she sets sail every night
Weighing anchor for her cruise
With the fading of the light.
Her passengers are all dreaming
That they are all still awake
Suffering from insomnia and waiting
For the arrival of daybreak.
Her crew are all phantoms
Spirits of the sleeping brain
Watching carefully over
Those on this ethereal main.
There are screams and moans
And some of them quietly weep
As they journey through the night
None realising they are asleep.
She drops anchor to disembark
Just before breaking dawn
Transporting the travellers home
To their own bed early each morn.
Where they awake exhausted
For each of them still think
All through that long long night
They’ve not slept a single wink.
The good ship Dreamtime then
Fades quietly from their sight
Until the next dusk when She’ll
Reappear to cruise another night.
Every night She cruises
Answering their call
And no matter how many ask
She accommodates them all.
She is the good ship Dreamtime
Who, in her own special way,
Helps sleeping insomniacs turn
Each sleepless night into day.
I watch the sun set upon other lands...
Silence becoming all the louder...
As this herb burns between my hands...
I forsee the future, I am a dreamwalker.
I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream
My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence
Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"
Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape
Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and
Activated the sensory-absorbing module
Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed
I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me
Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!
Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to
Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!
04.16.22
There are those who will not hear the siren's wail,
But will know the wheat has turned pale.
Winds will sweep up from the south and the west,
His chorus of trees swaying bravely are Blessed.
Shields aside, faces lit in harmony,
Destiny, homogeny, all God's Children once more free.
Lightning, earthquakes, tsunami seas,
Herald His Coming while evil flees.
Shooting Stars, like hail from above,
Will cleanse us from sin on Wings of the Dove.
And balance in nature will sweep o'er the land
With God in His Glory
Grasp all in His Hand
12/12/21
The road seems endless
Nighttime quickens fear
Unfamiliar, a stranger
In this bus
The air, humid and thick
With danger, angry
Glances swim upstream
Avoiding fallen hate
At first, some were friendly
As hours and days passed
They disappeared, maybe
Changing direction, or
Means of transport, as
Streetcars rattled down the
Middle of the road, always
Heading back to sadness
Women keep their heads
Cloaked tightly, not drawing
Attention, counting on safety
In numbers, various maladies
Afflicted many, silently praying
God is leading them to help
At various moments, fights break
Out, angry words, punches, flotsam
Sometimes wildly swinging knives
Clanging off the sides, a middle
Peace ensues, imaginary walls
Erected, unspoken truce shifts
Uncomfortably
The end, unknown...
Sentinels stand tall in the forest of my dreams,
and sunlight’s filtering fingers play with the
spectral shadows as I walk.
I feel no fear for I know that within dreams
lay the groundwork of my future,
the guidance of the soul.
I absorb the flora and fauna here,
like a sea sponge absorbs its meals.
Every plant and animal speaks to me in tones
of etheric essence;
revealing secrets that I need to know,
to achieve my goals;
dreamtime seeds of enlightenment.
4-16-2021
In The Forest Of My Dreams Poetry Contest
Mystic Rose Rose
Nighttime never ends;
the cold rain enforcing the quarantine choking our city. Sleep comes in bursts, the day-bed perched
in the side room upstairs from the nightclub...
my ship,
rolling in dreams,
the only sounds, giggling, and the mechanical dishwasher...
the slope through the room littered with dirty dishes and hard glances.
My job, the dishwasher, a bastion of nobility amid ruined lives and shattered hope, what could be...
a doorknob twist away.
Sunday
March 29th
2020
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepyhead
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mother knows what’s best
Mother knows what’s right
Underneath the moonlight
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy nose
Right down to your toes
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mothers lullaby
Dreamtime waits shut eye
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy arms
I love you sleepy legs
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy eyes
I love you sleepy ears
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mother knows what’s best
Now we have a rest
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead...
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