Dream a Little Dream...

I dreamnt a dream of death
That I could not wake from.
With every attempt
I would find him
Peering from the shadows.
I tried to shut him out,
Distract myself from what I saw
And the fear clenching my heart,
Only to find myself asleep again.

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Her army came stealthily in the night.
At first as a whispered nightmare easily soothed.
A simple misunderstanding of reality easily corrected
With negotiations and promises of a better tomorrow.
But her army grew restless and sought out those weak and vulnerable.
Terrorizing those who wonder the night and those who slept in their beds.

No one was safe.
All lights were never extinguished
To banish the shadows and expose truth.
But sleep came and so did they
With their long swords slicing up those who dreamed of a better future,
With their mallets to crush any readiness for tomorrow's fight.
And everyday slowly became a continual night.

A night where no friends exist.
Where trust is a treasure held more tenderly than money or love.
For a friend is a foe in disguise
And a foe is openly ready to take you down in the name of the tyrannical queen
The very one who began this war.

She laid barren many gardens where hope had grown.
She burned down temples and banished art
Leaving only obsession with death festering in every ally and dead end.
Waiting for the village to finally crumble and submit.

Submit to her need for control
Submit to her lies
Submit to the death she wishes for you.
Waiting for you to
Submit your heart and soul.

Submit to the sadness.
Submit to the anger.
Submit to the self-destruction.
Submit to the despair.
Submit to the nothingness.
Submit to the emptiness.

And never get up again to fight for the life that is rightfully yours.

Teddy Bear Picnic Update

The annual Teddy Bear Picnic was a huge success. The rides and base sales brought in well over two-thousand dollars, allowing us to afford more bedtime books in the library. Thank you everyone who came out and supported such a great community event!

Teddy Bear Newscast

Goldie Locks Locked-Up

We go live to an interview with Papa Bear after the turbulent four-month court case, The Bears versus Goldie Locks. I am certainly one bear that will rest easy after justice was served this afternoon.

Poetry Teddy: Poem 1

I dreamnt a dream of you and I
Gazing happily into the sky.

Pondering of what's to come
Never asking where we're from.

We laugh the night into the day
And forget anything that may cause dismay.

I laugh until the pain begins
And then I finally let you in.

My life is pain and without you
I honestly don't know what I'd do.

Philosophical Teddy - Love Gone By

I had a dream last night of you and I.
Dancing among the stars
With our hearts filled with love and laughter.
No end to our endless love insight.

I awoke to the sun peeking through the shades.
I turn to caress your side of the bed
Wondering when we will be together again.

Philosophical Teddy - Dream Poem

I had that dream again, where I could fly in the oceans and swim through the suns. This time I couldn't tell if I was dreaming and tried to wake. I stared down at my limp body, wondering how long I was gone this time.

Seconds? Minutes? Lifetimes?

I reached down to tell if I was dreaming. I fell out of bed with a large thump. I looked up at the white washed ceiling. Wondering. Pondering.

When will be the last dream?

Some Art Attempts

So, I've decided to take up some drawing. It has been really fun and challenging. Holy cow! I don't have any fancy art software. I actually use Paint.Net, which is a free drawing software. You get a bit more flexibility than good ol' Paint. I mean, you actually get to work with layers. (Note: layers are good!)

I just wanted to share with everyone my latest work. Here is my drawing of an electric guitar. I'm learning guitar informally, but I have had the image in my mind for a while now. So here ya go!

Of course since I graduated college with my degree in Information Systems and Computer Science, I always wanted to start my own web comic. How are they related? Long story short, I spent much time during my summer internship post graduation reading a lot of web comics and got inspired! So, here is a punny little owl!

I sure do hope this is the beginning of something. I am just gonna start posting random drawing until I finally get an idea for a story. Hoo knows, right?

Stories

I consume other people's stories to avoid my own. Is my existence too real? Has me by the throat snarling in my face demanding attention? There are times where that escape is a blessing. The emotions are so real -- so raw and so deep. Let me borrow the feelings of another for a moment to catch my breath. Let me feel something I am not responsible for breathing. If a tear should fall or a smile cross my lips, let it be provoked by a delicious story that will drown out my own.

I consume other people's stories for the fun of it, for the thrill of it, for the joy and nourishment. It breaths a life into my soul that reality just siphons away. I can reflect on my reality from a safe distance and wonder where I am going. I can build friendships without uttering a word and demand justice for those who have no voice.

I consume other people's stories so I don't have to write my own.

The Escape

She dangled over the cliff while Alan and Ken talked. Her hands ached. She had carefully slid over the cliff to run away from Ken. She figured he would think she was too chicken to go near the cliff - with her fear of heights and all. She was lucky she made it this far. Usually her attempts at running away were stopped before she even had a chance. But Ken didn't anticipate the screwdriver in her pocket. And when he was settling-up for a "ride", he didn't see it until it was sticking out of his shoulder. Alan knew she was there, he saw her put herself there. He did nothing but watch. Ken made himself comfortable on the ground, no more than five feet away, while Alan mended Ken's wound.

She couldn't breath. She couldn't risk being found and dragged back to the house. He did things to her, even to Alan. That's why she wasn't angry at him for not throwing Ken of her trail. Ken had a leash on both of them and punishment for running away was worse than dying.

She had a choice. She could easily pull herself up and go back to the house. She knew that life.The life wasn't one worth living, but it was the only one she knew. The cycle of abuse was never ending. Her grip was slipping.

Or...

She released her grip and kicked off and away from the cliff. She fell into the unknown with fear and a bit of hope choking her heart. She took a deep inhale waiting to feel the water surround her body.

Home invasion

I've built a home of mud and stone
But someone is trying to break in.
The door is pounding
The windows rattling
And the earth shakes beneath me.

A voice demands, "Let me in. Let me in."
I know if I do
Destruction will overwhelm
And my home will crumble from within.

My heart races and fear blankets the rooms.
I can not shout Leave me alone!
Or stand up and fight them off.
I cower in the corner waiting.
Will they enter or grow tired and leave?
Will I be able to live in my home of mud and stone?

Sometimes

Sometimes I look in the mirror.
Sometimes I can't stand the sight of
the creature looking back.
I want to love and be loved
By me.
I want to say
"You're beautiful!"
"You're wonderful!"
"You're perfect just how you are!"

The voice doesn't allow kind words.
The eyes don't miss the blemishes.

I'm prefect, but with imperfections.
I'm wonderfully flawed.
I'm beautiful with that one exception.

Can I live this way?
Can I love with the beauty and the beast?
Can dark and light reside in the same form?
I don't know.
I wish I knew...