Tag: paranormal

  • 20060720-Fallenda Be

    ‘All hope abandon ye who enter here’.
    An inscription at the entrance to hell (from Dante in The Divine Comedy).

    I:
    Woe to the fallen angel
    whose hopes and dreams went to hell.
    Lonely cries were never heard
    from her dark corner occurred.
    Pressure to bear was too much
    on broken wings, pained to touch.

    II:
    Praise to the fallen angel
    who bade her heartaches farewell.
    One brave soul answered her call
    and rode her to beg and crawl
    destined to be a succor
    and always be the sucker.

    III:
    Welcome! Oh, fallen angel
    into the fiery pit dwell.
    Perish in eternal flame
    where darkened souls writhe in shame.
    Remember her painful seeds
    where bloody salvation feeds.

    First attempt at combining elegy and dark (with three stanzas of six lines)…

    Author’s personal note: I HATE YOU ALL!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060706-Flying By

    Fairies have soft wings that
    flitter among beds of
    flowers which perfume the
    fresh air with sweet roses.
    Friendly faces smile as
    flights of love and light are
    forever warm and free.

    Second attempt at Pleiades poem

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060704-Body Blows

    Felt weakness, sleepy or weepy at night;
    Rationalized and found nothing to dread;
    Visualized and saw nothing to fight;
    While at my computer or tucked in bed;

    Have energy drains, foggy brain, mind gaps;
    Heard loud popping noises where I was roomed;
    Took longer naps; had insomnia traps;
    Have bad thoughts or bad diet, I assumed.

    Felt nightly jump jolts, zoom zaps, system shocks;
    Dreamt vividly in colors without rest;
    Felt night quakes, quivers and shivers which rocks;
    Overcame with willpower as my test.

    Outdated electrical body knows.
    Upgraded; rebooted by unseen blows.

    First attempt at sonnet (in pentameter)…
    Combined wordings from the following poems:

    20060329-Slamming System
    20060502-Night Sounds
    20060526-Sleepy Sleep
    20060605-Long Day

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060703-Air Wish

    There on a bridge stood three cousins,
    of Laguna Bay, Philippines
    on summer ninety-six with kin
    and happy grins, and happy grins.

    I brushed my long locks one fine day
    to toss my hair into the bay.
    I held out my hand as I pray
    to clean the way, to clean the way.

    My hair suddenly disappeared
    and suspected something quite weird.
    There was no slight breeze as I feared
    in the revered, in the revered.

    One night my new inspiration
    met a stopped online frustration
    and this showed more confirmation
    in creation, in creation.

    First attempt at Monotetra poem…
    Revised original 20060613-Hair Snatch (deleted)…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060702-Back Scratchers

    Back Scratcher
    My photo of my wooden backscratcher, which was given to me by ‘Paw’ as a gift originally by one of his friends.

    Whenever my back starts to itch,
    the dryness prompts my skin to twitch.
    When finger nails don’t work, I mused
    a wooden back scratcher is used.

    Cross shaped colors of pink and red
    are etched on my back while in bed.
    Where creamy lotion does not soothe
    a wooden back scratcher is used.

    An itchy back means sprouting wings
    whenever His helping hand brings.
    How each other’s back is not smooth
    a wooden back scratcher is used.

    Whenever my back starts to itch,
    a wooden back scratcher is used.

    First attempt at kyrielle sonnet…
    Revised original 20060413-Itchy Wings (deleted)…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060630-Foolish Brat

    Example in 3, 3, 2:
    My glory
    never ending story:
    ‘World wonders where blogs and thunders reign!’

    My blogs are either spectacular or mundane
    about positive people, unknown and insane.
    All day I blog in self inflicted chat.

    I would be known as that:
    Foolish Brat.

    Example in 3, 2, 3:
    Harp arc formed
    of two-thousand five storm
    was an unnatural creation.

    My hands waved up in voiced visualization.
    My love was heard in concerted celebration.

    My inner Sun was used in combat.
    I would be known as that:
    Foolish Brat.

    First attempt at Trois-par-Huit (with two examples)…
    Revised original 20060404-Flood Bath (deleted)…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060629-Other Kinds

    Dracs
    Reflect
    Asteroids
    Comet battle
    Shield

    Greys
    Reptoids
    Enslavement
    Youngish stature
    Skin

    First attempt at combining acrostic and lanturne…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060626-Pic, Pik, Pick

    pic
    digital, conventional
    smiling, creating, posing
    flowers, clouds, critters, people
    saving, uploading, sharing
    indoor, outdoor
    photos

    pik
    empty, space
    popping, snapping, crackling
    walls, windows, doors, floors
    sleeping, working, playing
    noisy, place
    unknown

    pick
    time, place
    gifting, tossing, planting
    CloudB, SPunch, PWand, TowerB
    attracting, distracting, satisfying
    earth, ocean

    First attempt at diamante…
    Revised original 20060531-Pic, Pik (deleted)…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060620-Pop Out

    Morning!
    Stealing!
    Praying!
    Willing!
    12:21, morning, stealing, all mine.
    Holy Spirit praying, willing, divine.

    Jolting!
    Healing!
    Flowing!
    Implants below popping, jolting, remove.
    Prayers heard healing, flowing, improve.

    First attempt at tyburn…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060620-Rhazzy Cat

    http://thebloggingpath.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/20060617-rhaz.jpg
    Rhazzy Cat 20060617-1622

    Rhazzy
    With both eyes closed
    And two front paws in air
    Concentration with might
    Furry cat upside down on tabled Edge
    Overtime work with orgonite
    Defend us with your pair
    Fight done — he dozed.
    Rhazzy

    Re-created this lost rictameter poem about a photo of a cat owned by ‘Edge‘.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20060618-Enlightened Kitty

    ‘If something happens, be assured it was planned this way…’ (FDR)

    As part of my ongoing quest to seek the Truth, I managed to totally, like, confuse myself further with other quotes and philosophical ideas. The answers outside me are endless and pointless. And I have personally concluded that I will no longer question anything that does not make sense to me but believe and have faith that all is good and loving.

    This does not mean I will stop fighting for a cause or give up my current religious belief system. This does not mean I will revert to an uncivilized, unshaven monkey and start hurting the sleeping people who refuse to wake up to their personal chains of enslavement. I could only spoon feed some useful data to those who are willing to learn beyond the confines of their darkened caves.

    Tonight, I’ve quickly read various articles online, somewhat absorbed the data into my big brain and entered to this blog: of non-violence as the shield of God; of human experience as the best teacher; of destroying that which brings Truth; and of bringing down the barrier of insanity. The insane part is trying to find the answers.

    I can tell you right now the conspiracy theories are many and perhaps contain some data of truthfulness. I have been watching recent programs on televised cable networks on UFO’s, aliens, Masons and some weird codes. In the beginning, I watched those to my enjoyment. Later, I did my research, which led me to believe that I may have been playing a tiny part of this whole bull ‘spit’ all this time.

    Who knows? I only give my inner guidance credit for allowing me to explore the dating scene as an apprentice in love, for example. I’ve met strangers while waiting in line of a police station; attending a martial arts class for GE college credits; answered a newspaper ad once and found out he attended my high school and fell out of two relationships with co-workers from ten and three years ago.

    Back in 1998, I’ve posted some personal ads, started chatting online and meeting strangers this way. This form of communication is quick and decisive. There is less chance of misunderstanding when reading one’s thoughts this way. Plus, it is less lonely and boring. I’ve gone out with three so far and may have the courage to meet a fourth chatter in person.

    The first guy from eight years ago was a young lad, a genius and a son of a local police. I felt something was amiss and assumed that he was part of this whole dating scheme. I’ve never heard from him since that time. I didn’t understand why he simply disappeared.

    The second guy from six years ago got me involved with a bunch of people that may have pierced the third veil. Destiny has heard my thoughts to help those in need. And these people got my help via the sacrifice of my hard work. I gave everything I had knowing that nothing could be given away without a price, which is similar to a parable of the pearl.

    The third guy from five years ago had Asiatic eyes. He and another with similar eyes from twenty years ago were quite helpful, soft spoken and highly intelligent. I would consider my encounters with both of them as the fifth kind. I thank them for their presence.

    Now what is this Truth seeker trying to convey? This is difficult to explain because words cannot describe my personal experiences. Basically, the greatest price is losing one’s life to attain God as Truth. For example, one of my closest associates happens to be a ‘Moron’ and he almost lost his life in an auto accident.

    I personally do not believe this is a case of a mere accident. Because when some people get too close to the truth, they would end up losing their lives. If not their lives, some would get beaten up severely and thrown into jail to silence the truths.

    My point is the removal of these same hard working people would not stop God from teaching us hard lessons. Once again, I believe the real targets are not only the truth-seekers but the very people who try to pull us out of our existence as slaves to the unknown.

    My hardest lesson has yet to unfold as I try to explain to my readers that no life could exist without the divine blessing in the first place. I believe my purpose as a student in this lifetime is to share what I’ve come know and help whenever possible.

    I will have come full circle from working hard to sacrificing all to returning the fruits of my labor to those people who helped me realize my path. I still have no idea how I managed to survive to tell my stories.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060610-Open Up

    ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff!’ said a large character to smaller ones from a tale. That’s how I felt tonight when I tried to deliver Brats’ remaining property from our house to his house. I kept insisting that I must fulfill my end of the hard work no matter how tired Brat was from hiking four hours with Twit today.

    The story goes faithfully that I too was tired to admit I’ve done the best I could to assist Brat move out of the house. I worked four hours until 06:00PM when my bio-units arrived home from their usual 05:00PM evening mass. Until I fully recover from my flare ups, I could not sit comfortably on the pews made out of hard wood.

    I brought down and boxed up a box of ‘PlayBull’ magazines and another box of CD’s and tapes; stuffed five big handled bags full of bottled glasses for model making; of DVD’s; of guitar music books; of comic books; of three car models; and stuffed the Mazda with these items along with an acrylic case; a broken model plane and a model tank in a box.

    I did these packing activities in the mid-afternoon after I’ve felt strong enough to bear the pain of my three day flare ups, which have been manageable, thanks in part, to my late decision of taking a couple of pain killers yesterday. I do owe much to rest and relaxation earlier today from 10:30AM to 12:00PM and with the assistance of some light pink lighting I received.

    My conscience was free and I opened up myself to doing only good deeds; since there was little else to do on a slow day. My understanding was that Brat is too busy from work to come by our house to pack up whatever is left from our house. His work does require lots lifting and dealing with vendors and users of computers all day.

    I kept calling his cell phone but no one answered. I also left two voice mail messages to inquire how his day was and if he could call me back. But he never left his message that he received mine. I had expected a short invitation to his house so I could deliver his ‘mail’.

    Prior to the arrival of my bio-units at 06:15PM from attending mass, I decided to check if he was home. I rang his door bell three times and no one answered. I went around the right of the fence and peeped over to see if I could dump his stuff that way.

    I decided against trespassing in this manner. But I did hear the washer and dryer making noise upstairs as I continued to peep over the fence. Then I made my way in front of the garage and did hear some moving noises inside. My hunch was they were home.

    At 08:00PM, what I got was another mouthful of the ‘Eli-Ball’ temper instead. He claimed he was too tired from having fun today with Twit and he insisted that tomorrow Sunday would be a better day to pick up his property. For whatever reason, he kept on insisting to have his way only by refusing my delivery tonight.

    I knew this was my only chance to drive the already stuffed Mazda with his property because his inconsistent schedule has always conflicted with ours. I knew he was they type that didn’t like others dictating his time, especially when he has to lift a finger to do more cleaning at his house.

    So, I rang the door bell three times and there was no response after I had told him of my arrival. I phoned him again at 08:08PM to make sure I got his ‘permission’ to dump his property at his door where he requested. He once again got angry at me for not informing him earlier of my plans when he already knew I was coming over to his house.

    I hurriedly dumped all his property with much frustration and anger since he did not share my enthusiasm of helping to pack in the first place. I screamed through the closed front door that his stuff is waiting for him. But still there was no sign of either people.

    I left in disgust and wondered why he would be determined not to let his own bio-units come into the house uninvited. My speculation is that he would use tonight’s situation to strengthen his leverage so Twit’s bio-units won’t visit unexpectedly as I have done tonight.

    This tactic is assumed to be very wrong because Brat, who is rude to his own bio-units, could promote the idea that she could disrespect us after gifting them a fine down payment in the five digits for the house. So technically, we could blow the house down with our breath.

    Today, I’ve asserted no ill will by doing this last help for these two Asian twits, who continue to practice bad manners towards their own bio-units AND in America. They truly represent the pigs in another tale.

    The moral of the story: Open up your front doors to greet strangers as you would open up your hearts to meet your loved ones.

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