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Now this is a tale I wish I'd been told

Back when I was 8 years old

When teacher said now listen here

It's about time that you found careers

Something that will make you wealthy

And keep your family fed and healthy

Something that may not be much fun

But the benefits are second to none

And so I listened to each child say

What they want to be some day

Some said nurses, some said vets

One said teach the alphabet

“Wouldn't you like to be a judge?”

No says I, I will not budge

Then Teacher said, whilst turning purple,

I could not be a ninja turtle

Nor a wizard or a beanstalk farmer

And superhero was not the answer

I'd rather not be stacking shelves

When I could discover trolls and elves

She fires choices at me 1, 2, 3

But fireman does not appeal to me

Nor policing or a dentist

Can't I be a magicians apprentice?

“No!” she screeched, losing all control

“I'm tired of this rigmarole!”

“You just do not seem to understand”

“How important it is to have this planned!”

So I sat and listened to this pedagogue

And her long and dreary monologue

By the end it was so plain to see

That she had almost given up on me

So at this point I offer my apology

And said I'd like to do archaeology

She said “hooray!The boys come round!”

“What's made you want to dig underground?”

I'd like to sail from sea to shore

To discover my own dinosaur

It's a job I'll find much more exciting

Than stuck inside an office writing

And once I've found this once fearsome beast

With giant claws and razor teeth

I'd bring him back from non existence

And ask him for some job assistance

“Don't be silly”, Teacher said

“You can't bring things back that once were dead”

She says I'm mad and wide of the mark

I take it she's not seen Jurassic Park?

She was so angry and could take no more

And she threw me in the corridor

I tried one last time to really thrill 'er

I told her I really could find Godzilla

She screamed "I cannot take this anymore!" 

And on that note she slammed the door

So I reflect that maybe I've gone too far

But I don't care for bags of money or fancy cars

Life's too short and far too fleeting

To be in and out of office meetings

So to give up on your dreams and magic

To work in a bank would be quite tragic

So if you want to avoid catastrophe

It's time to listen carefully

Never give up on your wildest dreams

And you'll end up where you're meant to be

If life was like a letter

And reality a dream

If love was somewhat better

Alive but less extreme

If the past was dead and rotten

And Death was just a door,

Then I could bear your loving scars

For now and evermore

Beyond which splendid Cathuria lies,

But which wise men know is the gate

Of a monstrous cataract

Where everything drops to abysmal nothingness

And shoot through the empty spaces

Toward other worlds and other stars;

The awful voids outside the ordered Universe

Where the Daemon-Sultan Azathoth waits.

O great island Oriab,

Mighty port city.

Twin beacons:

Thon and Thal

Where ships sail...

The city rises steeply

The very flight of steps

Into this beautiful city,

Where the night calls all!

A canal which leads

To the lake of Yath.

On the shore of this lake,

Is an unnamed city...

The seaport lying on the isle of Oriab;

Being a mighty city.

There is a canal which goes under the city

In a tunnel with granite gates;

Leading to the inland lake of Yath.

Parts of the city are built of bricks

Resembling the ancient ruins

On Yath's further shore.

The beacons on either side of the harbor

Are named Thon and Thal.

The lava-gatherers climb Mount Ngranek,

But not too high, might they fall;

To get bits of volcanic stone;

Still not reaching out to the gods.

The city is ruled by a congress

Of retired sea captains and traders;

Determining both laws and punishments.

Tales of the sunken city

Six nights out of Baharna

Are told in the taverns of Lhosk.

I was seated in a car,

but we weren’t driving.

Mysterious man with me,

Alhireth-Hotep; I suspect Thee.

Bags were on the road,

Babies popped out.

Yes, my mind is weird

but it makes me proud.

I stepped out of the car,

this I had to see!

But a black man with a gun,

was halting me.

I tried to ignore at best,

I had to take the babies

away from this evil man,

and I looked at the bag;

another popped out!

I’m walking in my sleep tonight

By jfarrell

I’m walking in my sleep tonight

As soon as my head hits the pillow

And I am away to the Land of Nod

With one stride I will cross the Atlantic Ocean

With the next I will be at love’s home

Then seated on the swing on her porch

Holding her in my arms

Kissing her passionately

*this is a “PG” rated poem - this scene has been deleted*

Thunder was heard from outside, I saw the lightning through a hole in my curtains. I knew they had come, I started to walk around. Then on a bookshelf I saw the statue of the Demon, the Demon I knew but instantly again (and to my frustration) forgot his name. Then He spoke to me, the Demon; He discussed with a fierce voice the upcoming end of the world and many other things of which I had no understanding.

The Demon showed me a vision of great Anubis-beasts who made the ground tremble, black they were, with great Anubis-heads and vast bodies without roundings (at least none were such as visible). On top of these Anubis-beasts rode great Pharaohs dressed in white and gold, but immediately through or split from their chests bloody open came zombies, leaving the pharaohs cut open and dead, falling away from the great beasts. That was my vision of the end of the world, which always seems to include zombies.

Ramses came into the room after I heard the alarm of war outside, he said we had to hide from the bullets that would kill a man so he said he would hide me in the cellar. As ridiculous as he is, he put me under the table in a sleeping-bag, that was his cellar, I don't know, maybe he was already mad at this point; it just didn't make much sense to keep lying there so I stood up and walked towards the window. Then a bullet came through the glass, but it was a strange bullet; it seeks its target and keeps bumping to the walls until it has find a target. This time the bullet didn't hit me but almost did as I was unbalanced and had great difficulty avoiding the bullet.

I decided to go to the cellar myself. There were strange colored glass windows (which I don't recall seeing before) in the many rooms (which were all mine as I claimed them before due to the reason that nobody wanted to live there because of the evil things possibly dwelling there). I had really huge rooms but I decided to remain in the small rooms...

Then it happened, the bullet came through one of the windows, as it started to seek its target people came running down the stairs towards me (including Ramses). They all saw it when the bullet hit me, but then something weird happened: it didn't kill me, it made me mad, really insane, delirium in a chaotic way...

The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.

From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis;

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...

With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.

A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I drowned into the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.