My Sofa And The Universe

My sofa is like the universe, coins, keys, lighters and the rest, in a constant cycle of disappearing, re-appearing. Things are constantly being lost and found. And then lost, and then found. Just like my sofa and the universe, humanity will disappear, and then re-appear. Knowledge will be lost and then found again, undiscovered and…

If Heaven Was A Bed…

Then I’m in heaven every night.   Feather nest and blankets of wool, Snug little nooks and dreams for a fool.  

Ancient Astronauts

And the ancient astronauts of old Brought forth the deity of mineral worlds To be lowered unto the humans of the new.

The Fairy Believer and The Doctor

Our world is torn. Most of us believe in some sort of god, a higher being, a higher force, but at the same time most of us ridicule the fairy believers. An adult admitting serious belief in fairies is enough to warrant a delusional disorder diagnosis. Quash this nonsense from our society, believe in the…

Scrape Out The Hate

Scrape this hate From the insides of my skull It sticks there, it spreads To hurt those you love Don’t let it seep This hate-diseased head   Vile ones of old and vile ones of new Come to me now Self hating words Made with the mouth That resides in my mind Scrape out this…

Meta Memories in the Dream Folder

As my mind gets older the more computer-like I have to treat it. The sorting of files, the retrieval of data, files as in parts of the sub-consciousness (id) or consciousness (ego), data as in memories, events, meta-events. Information about the event, another memory. Those event-data streams and meta-memories are filed away, some are filed…

But I’m going to write what I can before I do.

Praise for Me… “You’re a waste of tax payer’s money.” ~ A teacher. “People like you should never write books.” ~ A scientist. “Stop filling your head with this nonsense.” ~ A mother.