A dragon in my head has snorted,
Vile plumes of acrid ooze.
A great wall he built brick by brick,
Laying them upon his back.

Stacking layer year by year,
That is what got me here.
Taking blame for all your wrongs,
Eating the hatred from the throngs.

Bricks all left unsorted,
protecting all he has to lose.
Just one more stack that's the trick,
He wont be able to move, just one more stack.

From in this world he heard a tear,
He cast aside all his fear,
lifting his brow to find the cause,
Not daring to move and let it all fall.

His tomb, his throne, his resting place,
Now his pulpit, from where to speak.
Hearing his stirring people quake,
His eyelid opens, the earth does shake.

A little yawn, a stretch of feather,
"Settle down" his rousers tremble,
"go back to sleep, you'll scare the children."
Stir him again, next time he'll smirk.

It’s just who I am,
“Hi my name is Sam.”

Sam is a simple guy you see,
All his trauma happened at 3,
No mom, no dad, they both left him be
All alone since the age of 3.

Dad died of depression,
A hopeless regression,
He wrote a confession,
2 shots in succession.

Mom a harlot, ****, a *****,
Always wanting something more,
Down the barrel of a .44,
Heaven did right that little score.

Wonderland is dead.
It was shot in the head.
Not by the Red Queen,
though her smile did glean.

No, it's Alice's fault,
she brought my life to a halt,
she sent me madd again,
put me out in the rain.

No more White Rabbit; no Hare,
no Tweedle to dare.
Just me and my mind,
no filler to bind.

Instead I wonder afar,
into a new tales; bizarre.
Ones with turtles and dragons,
and pints and flagons.

Tales as old as time,
and some that even rhyme.
Tales of princes in court,
and all of that sort.

Worlds richer than Wonderland,
and all we had planned.
Worlds wrapped in gold,
where I'm made to feel bold.

Thank you Alice my dear,
for setting my mind clear.
Maddness is to me,
what to you would be glee.

Please don't think this the end,
the next tale is around the bend,
The Hatter lives on you see,
He lives on in me.

We will write new poems for you all,
some short... some tall,
some long winded or short,
some an essayed retort.

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on your keyboards don't strike,
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Although it may be dark here,
It’s better than being with you,
No more madness or fear,
But you haven’t a clue.

I’m getting better now,
Getting help from friends,
All I know is wow,
There are better ends.

People at my back,
Helping hold me up,
Taking up so much slack,
They took your place? Yup!

I barely notice you left here,
My heart has already wept,
But not for you dear,
For my son I leapt.

Down a new rabbit hole,
One of brighter things,
That light up my soul,
In a world that sings.

Alice you broke me down,
But I got back up,
Know I will not frown,
I got new friends? Yup!

Four long years have gone by,
Many a day for which I did cry.
Lots of things have come and gone,
But my life continues at dawn.

Now I sit here in Wonderland,
Having done all I planned.
Marry Alice make her my wife,
Into this world we brought life.

A mini-Hatter in every way,
He grows more quirky every day.
With all of his looks and my grace,
In Wonderland he’s known every place.

But no cat will suit the young Hatter,
He wanted something even fatter.
A chick-a-fox with feathers of cream,
Together they make a hell a team.

Many adventures they go on,
Once going up to Krispy-Bon.
A mountainous cape of donuts and cake,
Before it crumbled in the great cheesequake.

So it's been 3 months here,
I still don't have all my gear.
But through all our lovin',
I've put a bun in Alice's oven.
We don't know how long ago,
Just that she is late on her flow.
We did a pregnancy test,
And the news came back the best.
So we tried 2 more,
Each time my jaw hit the floor.
All I know now is she is my one,
And it's time to start the fun.
So as poetfreak dies,
And everyone cries,
I let out tears of joy,
With a smile most coy.