What If All Dreams Came True

The morning sun shone through the rift of the blinds one morning, and my semi-conscious mind must have processed the red-eyelid-grid it saw as the fret-board of a cosmic stringed instrument. I began hearing the most beautiful music I have ever heard, as my mind’s eye watched each glistening sun-ray pluck the strings. I remember being astonished by its dexterity, and melodic perfection. Upon awakening, I tried to duplicate the notes I had heard, and saw, on my guitar—If only I could remember them note for note.— From what little I was able to remember, and attempt to simulate on the fret-board, the notes seemed impossible to play in one key. Almost as if each note came from one of the 24 individual keys of the musical spectrum. It totally seemed to of been an impossible dream— But, what if all dreams came true?  I thought, and then it was gone…

I was standing on a sea-shore, in some far away place beyond the familiar sea, where nothing looked real, or resonated with me. There were neon colors, and bird-like creatures. Lifelike, but surreal. I perceived them with all 5 senses at once. I felt, tasted, heard, smelled, and saw them — from one sense of awareness — at once. I wanted to talk to them, so I tried to open my mouth, instead my eyes opened. And I awakened. It was over…                                                         What if all dreams came true?
I heard the phone ring as I was walking in through a large glass door leading to a hallway between two rows of desks occupied by dogs with huge human like grins, when suddenly one of them leaped out at me and said…     “You Won The Lottery”  —  But, then, of course, I woke up. 
I dreamed I was in a terrible hurricane, worse than any of the ones I’ve experienced first hand on the Carolina coast. It was terrifying. Water started moving in beneath my feet, and gradually rose to the level of my chin. Suddenly, a tidal wave came crashing over me, the town, and everyone, and everything, as far as I could see. And, then I woke up — But, what if every dream really did come true? Or. What if some really are warnings? What if we knew that every dream would come true? What If every dream did come true?

 

 

 

 

Graphic Images by TylaMac

Tidal Wave Image by devourerofsouls 

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Hurricane

 

 

Clouds rolling, fishing boats trolling, no one hurries, no worries.

Why would they?

Just another week before, times so oft seen ashore – Hurricane

Seas at calm, humidity and balm, casting nets, no one frets-

And why should they?

Three days still ahead, winds blustery, no imminent dread – Hurricane

Some boats docking, nothing shocking, tides ebb and flow as always.

And why shouldn’t they?

Two days out, growing swells, winds blow wet, fishy smells – Hurricane

Batten down the hatches, ply-wood patches, windows X’ed, and boarded.

Just another day.

Sea walls breach, waters roll in, cars flood the bridge again – Hurricane

Red sky morning, a sailors warning, fishing pier nearly covered.

Will it hold?

Windows smashing, palm trees lashing, bridges crashing – Hurricane

Houses falling, winds a squalling, power shorted, beach aborted—

Where are they?

People missing, windows hissing, trees falling, rivers mauling – Hurricane

Pier is gone, squeals and moans, rip-tides ravaging main street.

When will it end?

Skies darken, as the sea resides, no where left on earth to hide-Hurricane

Barometric vacuum steals breath from lungs, too late now no-where to run.

Tidal Wave!

Forty-foot wall of deadly force, headed inland with no remorse-Hurricane

Sudden blast of horrendous sound, no-one to hear it,  there is no –

Town

 

Hurricane

 

 

Telecaster Light Fandango

As some of you who’ve seen my posts know, I am a sucker for the Fender Telecaster Guitar. Any Telecaster, for that matter, as some of my purchases, and photos reveal.

Thus, as I was rummaging a flea market recently, captivated by a little Tele, apparently abandoned by a child who was advancing either to the real thing, ( as this one is a toy) or, anticipating Santa filling their stockings with a whole new batch of toys for Christmas, I thought, either-way, even if it’s  just a toy it is a Telecaster.

“Let’s look over here at the paintings,” my wife said. Okay. I responded, her words reverberating, never quite striking a note of recognition in my preoccupied mind.

Something about this little guitar… I couldn’t put my finger on it, ─ as the look in my wife’s eyes said, “It’s Just a Toy!”

Oh … the monsterish look… the seething teeth snarling at me like Lizzie Borden with  her axe, saying;  ”Get over here before I tear your ears off and ─ “

No, not my wife silly, the Telecaster! Okay, okay, the toy telecaster. It’s still a Telecaster!

Something so familiar, seemingly calling my name had me under its spell, causing me to drift into a dream world. Then I remembered rescuing a guy who said there was a “Monster” hiding in his closet a few years ago. I fearlessly went in after that hideous creature, with its samurai sharp, skull crushing claws, and slithery, serpentine, scaled muscular body, grabbed it around the neck, reared my head back in the classic “Mel Gibson head-butting” position and ─                                                            kissed it like a baby!!!

Almost kissed the guy who sold it to me too, but, I didn’t want him to raise the price for the guitar…

You may remember the one featured here: Obey Propaganda Telecaster .

And, of course, as I stated in the post, the “Obey Propaganda Fender Squire Telecaster ” wasn’t my first choice of paint and graphics, but, just like this little toy ─ it is, after-all a Telecaster.

Suddenly, I awakened from my trance, snatched back to reality, when my wife called out; ” Oh, look at this one.”

I turned, barely making out her shapely form meandering through a double row of lanterns, lamps, and shades, when… the light came on in my head…

I  turned again to my little Telecaster (toy) friend, beaming a whole new tune, knowing exactly how to fit him into the shopping cart, and get him back to my little work shop;  with my wife’s harmonious approval, and ─ well, the rest is ‘Telecaster History”

You Saw it coming

You Saw it coming, I Saw it go…

I was younger then. Foreknew what I Saw, but in verity, still don’t know.

Only knew then…   I Saw it go. 

Before you Saw it coming,  I’d begun to See a light.

For the Sake of all concerned, you Sacrificed the happiness of one.

I never Saw it coming…barely even knew I was there.

A child, just learning what happiness might be,  gifted ponies taken by three, and painted carrousel figures never making their rounds.

You Saw them coming…long after I Saw them go.

Sunrise May Turn Out The Lights

The Sun burst forward Tuesday evening with the largest Solar Flare in over five years. According to the Federal Space Weather Prediction Center, in Washington D.C., the flare, or charged particles of the burst, should reach earths atmosphere around 7A.M. Eastern Time, tomorrow morning.(Thursday, March 8, 2012)

Forecasters say the flare is rapidly increasing in size, and holds possible threats to power grids, GPS, Air traffic controls, (both in the air, and on the ground). 

Scientist Joe Kunches, of the National Oceanic, and Atmospheric Administration said; “It’s hitting us right in the nose”, calling it the sun’s “Super-Tuesday”.

The initial affects of the particular solar storm could last through Friday, and also have several after flashes even into next week. According to these same forecasters, the charged particles will hit the earth at 4 million miles per hour.

Meanwhile, back on the sun, other sunspots are poised to explode projectiles towards earth. Scientist are unsure of the impact, or damages these particles may inflict on earth when it hits, and at this time, they, like the rest of us can only wait and see.

Acting Residual Soul

Terrified, he ran to cross the road, leaving behind foreboding abode.

Never looked back from then till now, the house in the shadow of creak and howl.

Only the memory could haunt him still, he left the spirit behind until,crossing the street met evil did he, no will to turn, nowhere to flee.

Quickly descending  rathskeller beneath, the man at the door his portion bequeathed.

Je ne sais quoi notably exuded , So let the doorman bear what evil intruded.

Suddenly shaken aft slamming door, paralyzed in fear of appalling  horror, as the doorman transfigured to lusus naturae.

What abhorrence crept in that cold misty night? Trapping him in  his own selfish plight?

Nothing is known from that moment till now, of the man from the house of creak and  howl.

Some say he was eaten, or buried alive.Others say he’s the          statue,self  petrified, but of certainty his spirit remains… evil it was indeed.                                                                                                                                

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