Indoor building — lots of air, echoing, brightly lit
I climbed up to a contraption up stairs.
The white walls and white contraption
Recline legs up on contraption
Swinging forward and back
Exit to back carefully. Downwards
Previous dream walking among similar
But familiar place of light outdoors
Walking somewhere.
A poem in free-verse.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
I saw myself viewing people.
From the back, inside this train.
It was somewhat well lighted
With a window to my left.
We were going somewhere fast.
And entered from right to left
And laid down in the middle
Of clothes or materials.
Our heads were to the left side.
He was to my left hand side.
I was to his right hand side.
Another person was there.
With my left elbow, I propped
myself up and didn’t feel
the bunched clothes underneath me.
Later, after traveling
there were people making noise
which was outside to the right.
Of the door where we came in.
I found myself being placed
Slowly inside the female
And I opened my eyes
And looked around with her eyes.
I felt and saw the same man
Of black besides to my left.
He was trying to kiss me
Several times and gently.
I refused to part my lips.
A poem of seven stanza with seven syllables in free-verse.
Author’s note: Interesting, eh? There are several more mini-dreams as vivid as this but forgotten upon rising from sleep. Most are not nightmares but traveling among places and meeting of people.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
The Feds visited my dreams!
Looked around my neighborhood
They went into my backyard
From the right side of the fence.
One bent over to pick up
A green muffin-sized object
And tossed to another fed
They laughed out loud as I looked.
They took another muffin —
a larger skillet-sized one
With golden shavings inside.
Some resin was sticking out.
I explained it healed the Earth.
These were my gifts to the Earth.
I told them that it contained
Resin and aluminum.
I followed them to their van,
Which was located nearby
And adjacent to our house.
There were people over there.
I never saw my objects
Again as I held two more
In each hand behind my back.
And I continued to stare.
A black man came up to me
And asked if I was with the
Government. But I smiled back
At him and didn’t answer.
He proceeded to enter
To the front door of our house.
He opened with his left hand.
He was to my left hand side.
I stepped in front of him and said,
‘I’m the only one of four
Living inside of this house.’
We both walked down the driveway.
And towards the house in front.
He said the objects hurt him.
He was to my right hand side.
He showed me both of his eyes —
First the left and then the right
The darkness of his pupils
filled the whiteness of his eyes
And then returned to normal.
I apologized to him.
And we both laughed well out loud.
I told him that these muffins
also hurt me. We walked more.
A poem of twelve stanzas with seven syllables in free-verse.
Author’s note: My dreams this year regarding healing the Earth have increased. Please continue your boosting efforts by gifting. They are really desperate for some LOVE.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Bye bye budge of big tummy
Around noontime of screaming pain
Silence of white paper towel shroud
‘Paw’ digs soil one feet deep
Yellow leather glove
Green spade shovel
Under the sun out back
Prayers saying, winds blowing
Tears flowings, camera taking
For-give my death thoughts unending
Into re-incarnation or bird heaven
Take with you our thanks for being here
awhile…
A tearful poem in free-verse.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Thanks for visiting us tonight,
joining us for dinner and
sharing some photos and conversation
from our small world.
We appreciate your time and effort and
enjoyed the peach pie
you both brought along as well.
Our little white candles
will continue to burn softly
by the window
as we [in our old age] peep
from behind the drapes,
curtains and blinds and
look outside
through the double-paned,
white-colored acrylic glass and
into the empty, gray-colored streets
of flickering yellow-orange streetlights
in the hopes of seeing
you coming around
whenever you both have the chance.
Modified as a poem in free-verse — originally sent as a letter via email to Brat on Fri, 5 Jan 2007 22:08:23 -0800 (PST).
Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.
‘Pete’ said I would be happy a long time.
I said some things are not meant to be mine.
I never heard such words that could be slime.
These illusions take flight, which are sublime.
These temporal things keep us locked here tight.
Some have known truths and seen beyond the light.
My inner guidance wonders why we fight.
We may be one yet none could be right.
We evolve beyond time and space in life.
Some hold on to what is not there with strife
like buying overseas products is rife.
Some people struggle while under the knife.
Happiness exists when there is justice for all.
I’m happy when weekend warriors stand tall.
Revised on 07-08-2006 04:02PM…
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
The final answer of No! is my blog for today. My big brain and fragile mind cannot handle the overwhelming disinformation.
I say No! To media driven, fear mongering, visually laden programming from a bunch of overpaid hoot nannies broadcaster via our airwaves and radio waves.
The weather is cold, cloudy and rainy outside now and overall color is gray.
I say No! To weather that is controlled unnaturally by HAARP and similar weird devices.
My feeling is not to working today and don’t feel I’m being paid enough for my efforts.
I say No! to working hard for nothing and earning cold hard cash that flushes down the royal throne we call the toilet, which could now use bidets for cleaner behinds.
Toilet habits are mundane and unnecessary to discuss especially to my public.
I say No! to the usage of toilets, the fluoride or fluorine contained in mouthwashes and toothpastes or to the natural bodily function of pooping.
No more delays and betrayal of trusts are warranted. I only trust myself and no one else anymore.
I say No! to traitors of my heart. They have been too cunning and scheming in persuading the unwary individuals involved.
Certain people should pay for deceiving me.
I say No! to wheelers and dealers behind closed doors too. They have been too secretive and not forthcoming with their activities.
My help is more than enough already.
I say No! to creditors with exorbitant interest rates on loans that could kill us poor folks, parasites that drain our energies, beggars that should know better about working menial jobs at least, predators that chomp on the necks for nourishment and suckers that give false hopes, the worse of the kind.
Yesterday, my dream worlds were composed in the shortest amount of words that I could remember.
I say No! to burning out (or smoking the kinds of stuff that burn your brains or balls, if you are of the male species).
Nothing could keep this person more preoccupied than to tirelessly sit on her behind to accomplish pieces of her wee little history via online blogging.
I say No! to tiredness of body and mind and pieces of drivel that are too long.
Too many people think about who or what I AM.
I say No! to slanderers, hearsay-ers and gossipers that bear false witness against me, myself and I (and any neighbors that happen to get in the way for all I care).
Trying to prove any intelligence in blogging is not my goal. My writing skills are in the novice stage.
I say No! to intelligent geniuses, well educated in universities, well-versed kinds of messengers and reporters.
My freedom to communicate is being practiced everyday and is being read by what’s left of my public in what I perceive as real and in my reality.
I say No! to freedom ringers (ding! ding!), truth seekers and crusaders beyond the third dimensional thinkers.
There is the opposition to freedom.
I say No! to slave drivers, control freaks and sharp shooters aimed at innocent people to be stilled into silence.
War is nonsense. Ego is nonsense. Any propaganda to promote violence is nonsense.
I say No! to war to fuel the egos of these global elites and via the media broadcasters.
Governments or religious organizations in any way, shape or form are too many.
I say No! to mechanisms installed by smart ones that don’t always work for everyone.
You may say No! to anything that doesn’t click with being true to yourselves.
You may say No! to everyone you don’t like or could care less to like.
You may, however, say Yes! to love, kindness and compassion.
You may also say Yes! to hope and a better future.
You may yet be saved with your generous donations too.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
I say No! to interjections that could make me throw up, which I did one time outside our church when I was cramping one Sunday morning.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Monday February 27, 2006 – 08:30am (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dMLYEJo3fqqaTf8Pi2_DBUz8?p=62