Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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A literal technique ‘opposite’ to prose (e.g. everyday speech).

  • 20060401-Serration Relation

    We were entourage fillers we don’t care
    Maternal cousins smell of snotty air
    Phone call last minute to participate
    ‘Onion’ angry but rather dissipate

    Back in 1-9-8-0, dump cousin ‘Hey’ here
    Took care, bought him bicycle in one year
    His parents and three siblings came to stay.
    Lived six months bought house in South San Jose

    Auntie ‘Hell-Lie’ post partum abuser —
    to hurt her family low life loser
    Her grand-kids’ scowl put herself much higher.
    The old town knows of this ugly liar.

    Uncle ‘Forlorn’ stubborn from years ago
    For desperate love like a guy in tow
    Marriage, money, family in their house
    Grandparents cared all because of his spouse.

    Traveled and lived at Japanese station
    They asked for money for more vacation.
    In American high society
    No college or much notoriety

    No contact from military duty
    For eighteen years enjoyed offshore beauty
    His mother asked the American Red Cross
    Her son was alive no maternal loss

    All four biological children of theirs
    Told my mother behind lying eyes tears
    Oldest son with four kids; second has one
    Third public screamer like her angry mom

    Fourth educated but still no better
    She lives with her dark husband together
    with mother and Las Vegas house there
    by Uncle’s money no grandkids or care

    Their many problems from the beginning
    No more closeness it’s all about winning
    These lives aloof comradery intact
    Best to stay serrated in their own tracks

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

  • 20060401-Be Well

    ‘All’s Well That Ends Well’ is a familiar Shakespearian play.
    To arise alive and refresh is a blessed event everyday.
    There are many sun shines when the skies are gray.

    The beauty of all is being lucky in love.
    Each person is blessed from above.
    There should be no doubt thereof.

    ‘Oh Well’ is a popular tune for all.
    The fleet sings of this single call.
    We must stand as the One or fall.

    April first is for many fools.
    Jokes hurt as their tools.

    Be well and be true:
    Oh, these are the rules.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I was among the tree tops with the windy storm brewing.
    I watched people below on what activity they were doing.

    I saw a tea party being held below on a veranda that’s brightly lit.
    The building itself was mostly glass but it was dark outside a bit.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I saw a group of stars in a triangular formation.
    The three stars were in the approximate positions.

    Twelve, ten and six were the numbers of a clock.
    I saw that the number ten flashed the brightest mock.

    The darkness of deep space was the backdrop of this dream.
    I am reminded of the Pleiades star cluster for this poetic theme.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    There I was in the middle room of a tall and dimly lit building.
    The only source of light came from overhead of narrow manhole sized ceiling.

    A brightly lit elevator snaked close wise upwards to about five floors.
    The only way out was upward and without windows or doors.

    I stood at the left side of this snaky contraption.
    I watched as people ascended in slow motion action.

    Each time I stepped on the elevator I would always go back.
    I awoke from 104 degree fever dream upon feeling Maw’s hand slap.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

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  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I hovered in space in front of this wide windowed contraption.
    There was green colored Queen inside of small compaction.

    She manned her capsule and heard through a headset.
    She was crashing towards a planetoid as her paid debt.

    I hovered further away in front of this dome like crater.
    The purple energy river flowed clockwise inside and then later.

    Rocky debris kept falling into this fast flowing river.
    I looked behind my eleven o’clock position and to her I deliver.

    I willed the contraption not to smoke and crash below.
    There farther beyond this planetoid was a larger planetoid glow.

    I remembered hearing that she was a Queen mother.
    She wanted to save her people like any other.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    On the date of August 19th, my head came off in an execution.
    My hands were tied behind my back and there was no restitution.

    I wore a long white dress and had long disheveled, dark hair.
    There was stone wall to my right and maybe two torches that lighted the air.

    One person in front of me was in the same uncomfortable position.
    Our feet were tucked underneath with heads bowed downward in submission.

    I waited for a long wooden axe to come down hard on my neck.
    The first and second blows were painless as I hovered above myself to check.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I was in darkly lit room filled with mostly women sleeping on the ground.
    The light source came through holes above ornate wooden panels all around.

    I made my way from right to left and towards a man named ‘Pete.’
    I kept shaking him to wake up but only had silence from these elite.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    During a winter month of 2005,
    the night air was stifling hot that I tossed and turned.
    My body and being felt like it was burning up.
    I fell asleep uneasily and was really unconcerned.

    The face of being by the name of ‘Charlie’ came into my dream that night.
    His head appeared all red and bumpy but not grotesque in the least slight.

    His eyes up close looked dark colored but seemed like a man.
    The second time I looked closer there still existed this human.

    His head resembled an Oanda, a popular fancy goldfish.
    I asked him in the end of my dream if to be saved was his wish.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I walked a path among a thick and brightly lit forest.
    The colors were vibrant and greener arranged like a florist.

    A large tree with an opening stood to my right side.
    My curiosity took over and looked what was inside.

    Another more beautiful and brighter world leads deeper therein.
    I heard myself mention ‘paradise to hell’ but felt there was no sin.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I hovered above this single cream colored parapet in the middle of nowhere.
    A storm with dark clouds started brewing and filled the cold night air.

    I quickly flew downward into the nine o’clock position.
    I wanted to deactivate a something as my mission.

    I pulled on the handle that protruded towards me.
    Six or eight handles had unknown symbols as keys.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I flew around a gray stone building with lots of sharp pointed projections.
    These triangles pointed upwards all atop the outside sections.

    I then flew indoors and around the ceiling with glass all around.
    The brightness filled this high vaulted room as I looked down.

    A man was lying down on his royal bed.
    A King with letter ‘J’ came from within my head. 

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