How do you save someone from themselves?
Is it even possible?
How can you interpret their cries for help
when they're in a language no else one understands?
Do you just give them a great big hug?
Maybe walk with them a little and hold their hand?
The truth of the matter is,
you can't save them.
No one can.

Here I sit in my mind,
Thoughts beginning to grind.
I love her so much,
I tell her that I feel such.

I write of my feelings,
My notorious dealings.
Still she says, “I love you.”
I feel every word is true.

So why do I worry?
Because I finally found glory.
I don’t want to let her go,
Or my madness will show.

She keeps me in my mind,
Thinking true love I did find.
I don’t jump off at the mouth,
It keeps things from going south.

I just want to hold her close,
And kiss her nose.
When she calls me her “Hatter.”
I feel like nothing else will matter.

She tells me she likes Wonderland,
I tell her, “Just take my hand,
I will lead you through this forgotten dream,
Just remember; things aren’t what they seem.”

First we come to Tweedledee and Tweedledum,
She laughed, “One ******* on each thumb.”
Next we see the caterpillar,
Slowly his words they slur,

Asking me where I met with her.
All of a sudden there comes a purr,
Enter the Cheshire cat,
Swooping in like a turned up bat.

Grinning there from ear to ear,
Whispering for no one to hear.
Now four friends we have met,
How much do you want to bet,

The next one is the brown March Hare?
Cheshire says “He is not there.”
I gently lift my cap,
Giving it a light tap-tap,

Suddenly we’re up to five.
Just as we all start to jive,
We see White Rabbit racing by.
“Oh me, oh my”, we hear him cry.

Now that silly rabbit we do stalk,
Giving us little chance to talk.
Suddenly we hear a rustling noise,
We’re ambushed by the Red Queen’s boys.

They take us to her royal palace,
Queen O’ Heart’s sits there; her look of malice.
I take her hand in mine,
Fingers wrapping like a vine.

“Together we can beat this Queen of Heart’s,
Using just our wile and smarts,
For you see,
I’m mad as any hatter could ever be.”

I take off my hat and give it a whirl,
Magically my plan begins to unfurl.
Like a tornado I got it to spin,
It ****** the Red Queen right on in.

She huffed, she puffed, and she started to shout,
But my hat decided to shoot her right out.
She was launched to the stars,
Past Jupiter and Mars.

Leaving Wonderland to her,
And me, her Mad Hatter, sir.

Here in Wonderland once more,
Let me hint at whats in store,
We will talk to all our friends,
And tie up some of the loose ends.
If you wondering who is my Alice?
Go see Sarah in the palace.
I am The Hatter; mad for sure,
This rhyming thing is mine and pure.
So lets go back to before,
The Red Queen is no more.

My Alice here by my side,
On Gryphon’s wings we ride.
Going to the hills up high,
There is no better way to fly.
Looking down we see March Hare,
Bouncing around everywhere.
To and fro we watch him go,
Seeing what he has to show.
He stumbles across Mock Turtle,
Then he jumps him like a hurdle.
His toe did slip and hit his skull.
Leaving him; his senses dull.

As we reach the hilly top,
Looking down we saw the drop,
The curving ground,
We saw all around.
Cheshire cat there was waiting,
Mockingbirds his tail was baiting.
Showing his trademark grin,
He danced around Alice’s shin.
On twilight skies he did float,
His latest conquest he did gloat.
Taking candy from a goat,
Showing us his stomach bloat.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee,
Stand before us now, you see.
Still they **** upon their thumb,
Dee’s in the mouth of Tweedledum.
They offer us some milk and tea,
My Alice asked, “Is it free?”
“In wonderland all is a gift,”
I state, “Just like Gryphon and his lift,
For here you see all possessions shift.”
She says, “I just didn’t want to grift.”

At the bottom of the hill we see a spot of rust,
I turn to my Alice and tell her what I must.
“This is just a solemn grave,
The last house of the Knave.
Red Queen did this yes my dear.
Pay me no mind as I shed this tear,
For this little crime,
When it was his time,
I could not speak,
My tongue was in my cheek.
I know it was so bleak,
It cost him his life, right at the peak.”

So here my new friends,
This is where it ends.
This tale was spun,
And it was fun.
Let me know in your script,
If you want more tale flipped.
Give this Hatter characters you enjoyed,
And you will see them here employed.

i.

In the land of syzygy
In ourn demesne;
Brandon Nagley
Jane sleeping.

ii.

King and Queen
A castle's leaping;

iii.

Creature's peeking
Through keyhole lock's;
The river of life
between ourn thought's.

iv.

Hand's held tight
Soulmate finger's locked;
The castle's amour'
Echoes paranormal clock's.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated

All is still.
No more “Chase” or “Eggheads” from Tuesday.
Everything is shutting down.
The Winter Break is soon upon us.
Our “Festive Season” it is called.

Even Winter is having a rest this year.
Sixty Fahrenheit outside now.
I feel like hibernating ‘til the Spring.
Yet some brave blossoms think the Winter over
Already!
Foolhardy flowers indeed.

Our services are stumbling to a stop
Like a long Bank Holiday.
Sports facilities are shutting their doors.
Cafes shutting soon.

If only this stillness could pervade
Those warring factions
Throughout the world,
All through the year.

Peace to All Men
We say.
Amen to That.

Paul Butters