Angel ascended from the ground,
To anger the humans of the world,
Flying around leaving aggers of dreadful sounds,
Using his auger to dig out dreamworlds,
Ancient augurs of Rome predicted his arrival,
But he only grew huger and so ended everyone's survival.
Angel - anger - agger - auger - augur - huger
Paradise poppy
In battles, she cries,
Dancing with swords
Reflecting their eyes,
So delicately pretty
Her beauty
Blowing in the wind
Like the sunrise,
Tears of pure joy
Pleasure she bring,
Growing like a carpet,
Coverage! Of please,
Freshness in the breeze,
Addictively flowering,
Her fragrances inspiring,
Hallucinations calm,
Capturing and overpowering
Coloring minds,
Sedating with beauty
Into her prison
Dreamworlds of imagination
Realms of fantasy.
Innocently she grows.
Wendy Jae
12/03/2017
I dreamt I was the White King in the Looking Glass,
A White King who is sleeping, and dreaming as he slumbers,
Dreaming of Alice as through Wonderland she passes.
Dreaming of an Alice who is in an Alice dream,
A sleeping Alice dreaming of the White King, who is me,
As I dream of Alice, the White King and the Queen.
An Alice who is but a dream in Carroll’s insanity.
Dreamworlds within dreamworlds within dreamworlds without number;
Like infinite regressions,
Like the reflections
In two facing mirrors.
And as I dream I wonder:
Am I a dream in Carroll’s mind
Or is he a dream in mine?