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Happily ever after doesn’t exist.

Not when people like you also exist.

I bought myself a new suit of armor so you don’t drive another knife in my back.

I told the vendor to hold the stallion because human legs were never for aesthetic purposes.

I wanted to walk the face of the Earth with you using my own.

We would’ve walked more than a thousand miles together to chase the sun and avoid the night.

And I never needed to worry about my tired legs.

They built up a tolerance from walking in the coastal sand and helping me keep up with dirty dishes.

I told you about my demons and how quickly I am to care when I’m shown an act of kindness.

Mother always lectured me that no matter how small they may be, they are never in vain.

But there is such a thing as being too kind. There is such a thing as temptation.

The best of us cave in once, twice, or maybe more than that when we write in our diaries.

You were like such a book to me and I trusted you, but never did I expect that you’d defile my soul

By persuading me to partake in activities that I would never in my right mind do.

I should have recalled the fable of a girl who trusted a poltergeist that haunted a similar diary.

Had I not flee the moment I saw your true character, I would have joined her in death.

Looking back, I understand that diaries are the keys to starting fires and turning innocents into fugitives.

You can try with all your might to pry my mouth open to get me to spill any more beans

But my lips are staying sealed because I know who you really are and I finally learned my lesson.

You never exposed me. You only leaked a chapter that was part of a book you never read.

So why bother showing it to you knowing that my real friends and family will be endangered as well?

I know that a deluded man gambled away so much ammo to the vipers that he became a trainwreck.

I swear on my recurring nightmares that any answers to your questions will be used against me.

Truth and justice is a concept invented by people and after all, people do make mistakes.

God bless the right to remain silent.

Because even the condemned understand that its value supersedes a vault of gold

That the draconian blackjack dealers steal from the poor that desire to play with them.

Where was Robin Hood when I needed him most?

Flash forward to a single year and I’m now twenty-five with an art degree in hand.

I’ve spent all that time studying my ass off and avoiding the vipers that plague my past.

I was with my true friends who never give a shit about your deceit when I realized I never needed you.

Preparing for financial exams under the tutelage of a bright mathematician was like you never existed.

So the next time you see me, I won’t grovel on the pavement begging you to take me back.

Instead, I’ll look the other way and French kiss my new admirer in front of you.

Just to let you know that I changed for the better and you missed out on the life we could’ve had.

I am fortunate to understand that your absence last summer turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

I dare you to call me an idiot again!

I dare you to call me a chicken!

I dare you to say that I’m going down

While you hide behind the blackjack dealers that love you for show!

There’s always someone out there willing to give you a taste of your own medicine anyway.

How did it feel when even Discordia didn’t want anything to do with you?

Was it salty and sour like your attitude and your deceit?

Cavities caused by the consumption of these candies are a pain for dentists to fill.

And just like that, you disappeared from the face of the Earth again. Hopefully, for good this time.

You can erase your identity from the world, but you cannot erase the marks your venom left behind.

You may still be on my mind from time to time, but I don’t see you in a virtuous light anymore.

You are nothing but a fable.

Camping

By jfarrell

“Toast. A nice golden brown colour, please.”

A blue jet of flame incinerates my bread on it’s skewer.

I brush away my singed eyebrows

And look at Karla.

“Can we try that again please, without the cremation?”

Karla bathes the second slice

Within a warm orange flame.

“Perfect!”

I run over, hug Karla

And give her a big kiss on the cheek.

Karla burps in embarrassment

And a blue jet of flame incinerates my tent.

“Hmmmm… Okay, maybe we won’t go camping this easter…

“How about finding some bridges….

“to redesign in your unique fashion.”

Joyride to madness

By jfarrell

You’re tired, you know you wanna go to bed;

Do you really wanna open another can now?

Yep!!!! don’t mind if I do.

Hic!

I was fading, almost gone,

But, like Popeye, I crush that can, glug, glug, glug;

See that shirt rip…. see them biceps grow.

Hic!!!

Hang about…. it’s about now….

5.

….4…3…..2……

Dragon arrives right on time, better than Uber.

Hic!!!

Racing through a burning forest,

Sorry, my bad, my dragon set it a ablaze…

She sneezed, so sorry my bad.

Hic!!!!

Racing through a completely burnt forest….

Mist, smoke, nothing but smell of burning everywhere;

Again, I apologize, my bad, Karla got flu…

YEAH!!! YEAH!!! ALRIGHT!!! STOP THERE!!!!!

How the hell can an invisible dragon (who, technically, doesn’t exist)

Get flu????????????

Hic!!!!

Do I look like a vet to you?

I’m an idiot,

How I know if dragons get flu?

Hic!!!

But, my invisible (non-existant) dragon has flu….

Bugger…. she sneezed and the Aylesbury Estate nothing

But ashes.

Hic!!!

I sit in the smouldering remains of my home,

Cataloguing my loss;

Karla, redfaced and offering me a can of beer, snuggles beside me.

Hic!!!!

You’re tired, you know you wanna go to bed;

Do you really wanna open another can now?

Yep!!!! don’t mind if I do.

Hic!!!

 Dragons torch whole

cities to the ground

Their fire spreads from

east to west,

north to south,

Brave knights try to stall

the beasts but are disintegrated

to ashes in the fray

The king of this periled state

like a coward flees in his country's dire time of need

All dominoes fall, as a result,  one by one,

piece by piece,

And The slate is wiped clean.

And the earth turns to black. 

With no particular place to go

By jfarrell

(inspired by a chuck berry classic)

Riding along in my automobile;

Karla, my dragon, beside me at the wheel;

A bump, a burp; she blew up my car;

I hope we’re not walking far;

Grumbling and playing my radio,

With no particular place to go.

Walking along without a car;

My anger’s running far;

Karla grabs me, makes me dance;

I wanna kill her, want that chance;

Scowling “Let me go!”

With no particular place to go.

No particular place to go….

We’re walking home in the cold;

The moon was bright and low

And Karla looked bathed in gold;

Can you imagine how I felt?

Bright and red like a welt.

Walking along, about to blow a fuse;

My invisible dragon, she’s not much use;

Arsonist baby girl

Giggling as she burns the world;

Cuddling and playing my radio;

With no particular place to go.

Vending machine

By jfarrell

Sigh…..

Coffee break, at the office, again….

Vending machine…..

Surprise me…

Tea- 102; twix- 103; chocolate - 1057…..

Coffee… NONONONO…. no coffee here….

“you pressed 1954… enjoy your purchase and have a nice day ;-)”

I pressed what? I wanted coffee!!!! strong, no milk!

As the machine whirrs into unseen life…

Karla breathes a grade 5 fire up my backside…

Wot! WOT! I’, m here!

Just glad no-one about to see me put my back side out!

I look up at Karla…  long way up….

You’d think at 15 feet tall she’d stand out…

But, no, only I can see her…

Giant invisible rabbits are nice…

But rainbow transparent dragons (    ;-)     )

Karla? Why was that necessary? I’m at work.

NO!!!!

Your in the laundrette….

Dancing in your underwear again…

I look about me.. and…

Shit, sorrry, sorry, ..

Errrr….   washing day, you know how it is…

…whistles….anything…. even very bad version of sittin’ (on the dock of the bay)…so lost without my dragon…

Where is your mind at?

By jfarrell

Rolled up my trouser leg… been hurting lots…

To see a golf ball-sized swelling on my shin….

You think you’d have noticed…

Swelling that big, when you hit it,

It must have hurt.

And I haven’t got a clue…

Duracell Donkey…

Working 12-16 hour days;

Midnight finishes; 4 am starts;

Not enough sleep.

I walked out of work today…

“You don’t wanna pay me? I don’t wanna work. Bye.”

And I feel really, REALLY proud of that..

Maybe I can still be a “man” someday…

WHERE IS MY MIND?

Lost a days wages…. but… more importantly….

WTF did I do to my leg????????

I ain’t kidding.. killing me for days, but looked fine;

Hurts to walk, but I gotta work….

Looked to day… WTF??? golf ball??

My journey to work today, on the tube….

Well… “on the tube”….

Plugged into music….

Fighting space battles on the edge of the galaxy….

Starting revolutions ….

Giving in to the inevitable, pushing the button…

I, President of the….. start WWW3…

Welcome to the party ;-)

….…

Soundtrack

Queen - ‘flash’

You know the guitar riff… them lyrics, the beatles, need I say more?…

Men at Work - “It’s a mistake”….

….…

Mixed in with some ‘hey, joe’, nine inch nails, dire straits…

John lee hooker, robert johnson…eric clapton….

…. and….

Eminem keeps wanting to join the party…

And I am VERY tempted ;-)

But…

Being a depressive…

Trying to stay ‘positive’ and ‘upbeat’…

I skip him and a few great songwriters and guitarists right now….

Jim…

Where TF are you????? knock knock…. reality shouting really LOUD!!!!

WHERE IS YOUR MIND??????

HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR F****…. LEG????

To hurt it like that… and not notice…

WHERE IS YOUR MIND AT????

We’ve all been there.

Right?

Voices

By jfarrell

My first can of beer, or glass of wine,

Speaks to me;

She cries of how lonely she is, “Please don’t leave me all alone,”

And who could refuse such a damsel in distress;

So, with all the dignity of a Knight, preparing for battle,

I bravely open another.

:-)

The second can sings to me a sad song,

Full of failures and weaknesses, my failures and weaknesses,

And like George before the dragon I am driven to my knees.

I thrust, I parry, but this dragon is too much.

Then I hear my Siren; she sings to me from the third can,

The Popeye theme tune

:-)

And I know what I must do!

Like a can of spinach, I crush the can and catch the geyser;

With each caress of the beer, my clothes rip,

As my muscles grow

And Sir Drunkalot is to the rescue.

:-)

The answers may not be at the bottom of the glass….

But I have a hell of a lotta fun checking;

And I love my Sirens, their singing is so beautiful;

Drown, I will, willingly, again and again,

To chase my Sirens to the bottom of the glass.

:-)

Awaken, my dear

By jfarrell

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I must have moaned or cried out in my sleep. One moment I was being beaten up at school again, the next I’m awake in a pool of flames.

Abruptly followed by Karla’s foul breath trying to put them out. “So sorry, so sorry Master, I honestly thought you were being attacked.” She grinned at me slyly with a twinkle in her eye.

I gave myself time to take a few deep breaths, pat out my t-shirt and eyebrows. I followed a few strands of smoke rise above me, taking much of my t-shirt with them.

….. I sat down to write my world number 1 bestselling novel (even Stephen King likes it :) ). and got interruption after interruption after inter….

You get my drift.

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