Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myPoems

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    I was flying quickly above a light brown land.
    I squinted through a bird’s eyes as best that I can.
    The fast flight going through my system was grand.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    A child stood to the right of a man on bended kneads.
    His head was bowed down as I floated in front of them with ease.

    My arms were down my sides with palms facing forward.
    I kept telling the man to get up but he kept looking downward.

    There were people in the background so bright and to my right ahead.
    I floated past the child’s right as he followed me with his head.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    There was panic and mayhem at Frisco that day.
    People were running and screaming every which way.

    A tall skyscraper from twelve o’clock was falling towards my head.
    The intact building came crashing slow motion and then I was dead.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    Around 1990, a small church was brightly lit.
    There were two black drapes on either side of it.

    The drapes drew back to reveal a blackboard in front.
    There were raised white letters that seemed smooth and blunt.

    ‘Church of Sin’ was the words that spelled out as plain in sight.
    I stepped back to look around at an eight o’clock south.

    I found a stone as large as a river sitting on the grass ground.
    ‘William’ was the word that spelled on that brown stony mound.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    A chamber was vertically standing in this small brightly lit room.
    I couldn’t move a muscle and felt like this was a living tomb.

    I looked outside this six inch window in front of my face.
    There were two people to my left staring at me and into space.

    I screamed at them to help me get out of here and right now.
    They sat unmoving next to this door, which was my exit, I vow.

    My third eye chakra began to slowly open clearly and wide.
    A lady appeared to my left side and closed this access as denied.

    My world began dimming and screamed, ”’No!’ I want to awaken.”
    She held her hand over my forehead and claimed, ”I’m mistaken.”

    My system went back to sleep in my chamber were my form laid.
    I very much disliked that lady and continue to feel dismayed. 

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    When I was child I remember hitting an inch sized Buddha figurine.
    I tapped its head and repeatedly said, ‘I hate you!’ for I was very mean.

    At night a few days later, I felt uneasy and started sweating profusely.
    I could not sleep at all and kept looking at the hallway quite loosely.

    The figurine sat on an armoire in the hallway at the foot of my bed.
    A golden snake like motion of light came towards me with much dread

    I watched in frozen horror as it quickly entered from left to right.
    The entity shocked my solar plexus chakra from my back with much fright.

    The following morning I sincerely apologized to the Buddha figurine.
    I recall a recent event of the defacement of the Buddha in an Afghan scene.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    An online image showing a painting done by Evelyne Mara Gaillard.
    An online image showing a painting done by Ma-Ra © 2004.

    There was a brown beach of light colored sand.
    The sky all around had the tint of lightly colored tan.

    The sea separated the island from a mainland to my right.
    The dark blue colors of water was calm colored as night.

    Young and old people were playing in water and on land.
    I was a small child and my skin color was a very dark tan.

    There were wooden stilts that held up these structures of wood.
    I sat on the second story while contemplating this place of good.

    Author’s note: A beautiful painting by ‘Mara’ showed a big circular water of blue. The right side of the water had the same color of my brown beach dream view.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    There was a bright light above shining a perfect circle below.
    The room was totally dark except for this mysterious glow.

    My family was centered inside this circle so bright.
    I imagined wrapping my arms around them in protection so tight.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    There was a vertical red brick wall and darkness all around.
    I’d either climb slowly or fly quickly upwards without a sound.

    At the top I would pause for a moment and check my bearing.
    I knew on the other side the downward action would be daring.

    The free fall of a roller coaster ride was felt throughout my sleeping form.
    My system shook and vibrated as if going through an electrical storm.

    Prior to landing safely on my back, I would feel a soft breeze sensation.
    The landing itself was rough as I laid back in horizontal formation.

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

  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    In the morning of 12-26-2005, I was an angel that flew into the clouds above.
    I had finished reading my three angel books and felt all this unbinding love.

    The puffy clouds of white were all around and very serene.
    There I was standing one third from the left of this wondrous scene.

    The distance ahead of me had more low laying clouds of white puff.
    There was too much too behold and my presence was not enough.

    I was looking around for the bright golden Sun.
    I scanned the low lying clouds way ahead and still was not done.

    My senses indicated that everywhere was a diffused and soft light.
    I saw a cluster of brownish, orange colored spots similar to blight.

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

  • 20060331-Wandering Lost

    Lousy losers keep your tattered shirts on nice and tight.
    There are empowered people who are ready to fight.
    No one cares how the other side stumbles and falls.
    The big winners always seem to take the greatest windfalls.

    To battle is a chance to a long dark tunnel
    with a deep gorge below in a black hole funnel.
    The invisible light is pin prick in small size.
    The narrow path through needle hurts the naked eyes.

    A wide unclasp to reveal their inner most thoughts;
    This Shakespeare does not have time to mock a big gloat.
    Truth seekers, who travel by holding hand in hand,
    have the chance to live promised lands.

    Each one scurries to embrace the bright light so far.
    Some would fall off the bridge by the Milky Way stars.
    The galaxy waited to unfurl its fury
    towards our planet as a death and grand jury.

    Many are welcomed back but few have found a way.
    Disembodied souls are held back or gone astray.
    Without a chance to prove their eternal self worth;
    the lost students of old would have many re-births.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 11:32PM…

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

  • 20060331-Mirror Ourselves

    There are two tests for both sides of this one mirror.
    The tests are designed to show which side is clearer.
    One test teaches the student to internalize;
    while one is for the master to externalize.

    The student asks: ”I need your help. What should I do?”
    The student waited as his anxiety grew.
    The teacher said: ”You have the answers. Why ask me?”
    The student realizes that this is the key.

    The eternal question has been: Which side is correct?
    The path for each one is to unite and connect.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 03:45AM…

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