DAYDREAMS is a journal of my thoughts, the fiction that colors my mind. Each post is a thought of its own. They are not meant to connect; although, at times there are common themes.
Episode Twenty Seven
All toxins are gone,
gathered together
and blown up with magic.
Even our words,
once covered in sludge,
are sharing new colors.
So take this advise from one
who once hoarded
his wealth,
cut holes in your pockets
so all you receive
will fall out for others,
then they will say,
God is my friend,
makes diamonds from coal
and purifies gold with his prayers.
And what could be better
than seeing this clearly,
to look in the sky
without clouds or pollution
obscuring our vision?
Or is this distraction,
a quick slight-of-hand
that sweeps away dirt?
And think, does it matter?
For me I would rather be fooled
than live in a nightmare.
That way when I dig
its a hole to store wisdom
and never a pit to bury a corpse.
b e g i n n i n g - t o - e n d
I am a retired art teacher and a wannabe writer. Everything I create is for my own enjoyment. I don’t work for others because I want total freedom to express what I want. All the work I post is original.