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Have you ever woke up thinking
you’re in Twilight zone
I fell asleep, slept hard
Woke up at 6:30

I jumped up out of bed.
I thought it was 6:30 AM.
Half asleep in a daze,
I was amazed

How did that happen?
I sat down in the living room,
turned on the news like usual for 5 AM
I don’t sleep more than two hours at a time


While eating breakfast I noticed
something was wrong I felt fuzzy, sleepy
I had missed the night pills
Plus I was late for my next set of pills.

That’s unusual I should be
hurting more but I wasn’t.
Pill rules never double up
Take your pills adjust the time

Staring at my pills late!
In my case it was two hours early
the fog slowly lifted, I began to reason
something was not right

I thought it was odd
the dog laid there, not moving,
even when I jumped out of bed
He didn’t even raise his head

But something felt wrong
The house still felt hot
I check the weather every morning
Cool morning usually Low 60°

88° that temperature was too hot
I stepped outside. It was dark.
7 o’clock it should be cool
And the sun should be shining

Did I descend into chthonic region ‘s
It was dark and I was little frightened
of what I might find smell of smoke linger
The glow of fire in distant hills

That was my first clue
I finished my cereal fully awake
I flew over the cuckoo’s nest
I’m the fool on the hill

I came to my senses
I think I always knew
The clock on the wall told it all
Crazy time spent, back to bed I went


Inspired song

Dazed and confused
By Led Zeppelin
BLT Websters word of the day Challenge
October 1 2024
Chthonic
Relating to the underworld infernal weird, Eerie

I’ve had this déjà vu moment before, but within a few seconds I can determine what day it is what time it is. But this time it was Rick I was in an alternate world, and I kept saying something does not feel right, as if somebody was listening to me.. it wasn’t until finally looked at an atomic clock on the wall and I was stunned that I was stumped for over a half an hour. I’m losing my marbles.
clouds of pink on the cherry sigh,
sweet, whispering flowers fall and fall,

they lie upon the mossy wall,
clouds falling from a pink-sea sky,


flowers of the wind, confetti, rice,
papery stream like a pressed dry rose,

blossom song, the tireless breezes blow,
bewitching bower of cherry-flower ice.


a stream of melancholy green,
dances through the shades of the trees

the pink blooms sweep the river's breeze,
dry on stones, cherry-petal scenes....
sweet bird of budding april's pretty wing,
sat in the willow where the catkins grow,

enchanting like the river's winding flow,
small chatterbox that always loves to sing,

the blossoms kiss the sky whose wandering
finds vast crusades where fleeting warriors go,

true to their loves e'en in the bleakest snow,
or some princess who finds a sapphire ring.

enchanted lands, the bird sings in the tree,
so long forgotten once found near and far,
where streams wind yonder where the bluebirds play,

on honey branches by the windswept sea,
as if they whispered underneath a star
of princely gold the beauty of the day.
"where love is a song settling in the night"

you were the softness of feathers
and the harsh cadence of grief,
you were the sky’s frail mists
and its glittering pools.
in the warm indigos of summer
i welcomed you home,
the sea with its engine pistons
played loud harmonics,
it wasn't the noise but quiet
i wanted most, the way i wanted you,
star silent, drifting like a boat.
the nun had told the boy,

"say a thousand hail Mary's
and God will grant you
anything you want."

the boy in the front row pew at church, alone
always alone. he didn't want

a ten speed bike or a sunny day,
the Mets to win the world series or

to be president of this sorry country, to be rich

or not to have to clean his room

with the heart of a lonely kid
he felt destiny within himself
so he went for the gamble and spread his cards
leave it to faith
take the road

and he walked into soft light
and disappearing shadows.
I've always stayed behind
never  up front and confident
unlike my friends...
always high and mighty

up front they stay
always leaving me behind
never waiting
at some point they keep me at the edge

instead of being at the edge,
be behind that edge.
fall even
if it means always being there with someone

someone cares.
care? who will care for me?
Freedom from silence
Solis our reliance
Question conscience
they can’t steal

Our secret thoughts
Subvert their power
Mind control
breakthrough

Echoes of the past
the die has been cast
beyond our control
We sold our soul

Dystopian Society
Stripping our propriety
ravaged by disease
Our existence under siege

struggle to survive
Hunger starving barely alive
Written September 13, 2024
I never knew about
The inert filler that
Improves the qualities
Of the concrete anchor

I hardly thought about
The thick filaments that
Increase the tensile strength
Of the synthetic rope

I didn’t care about
The galvanising that
Protects the mild steel
Of the Eye Bolt Head

   Fabricated weighted-strong,
   For time of tribulation
   Steady, ready, learning-long
   For heavy education

   Vital use in stormy flash
   For fear of wave-washed going
   Murky lessons foamy crash
   Tough-moored for gale-smash knowing
  
   Solid, loaded, hefty force
   Surge-squall saviour, tempest keep
   Any storm will blow its course
   Even so, still draws us deep

   In calmer times the sinker line
   Anchor-bound and concrete-lagged
   Will tether us in place and time
   Hinder-hitched and progress-dragged

I no longer need it
My concrete anchor that
Saved the young child
Who weathered the storm
©2024

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge (tribulation) date 30th September 2024. An experience that causes someone to suffer.
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Think Tank (noun):

A place where thought and reason
Go down the drain...


See septic tank.
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