they are like,
amorphous things,
these thoughts, these half remembered dreams
floating,
like lilypads upon a pond
luscious green rounded fronds and shooting,
ponted drafts of sun....
luminescence, drifting on.
i dream in monet, today.
all fuzzed dots and pastel hues....close up, nothing new
but from a few steps back,
a picture...gorgeous to behold...
let me now... dream....
somemore....mayhap
i soon will see, immpression:
             soliel levent

The  terror in the wild west    

The carrage rides into  the town while look out amongst the plain of the land the hills that  stand high into  the sky and  the sun beams down on our horse drawn carage while we  roll down  the  enbankment  towards the city of   hope.
  The sound of war cry can be heard  while we look out in  to the western planes and  our guns fire out into the distant  land Indians can been seen pushing our horses into the  ground while the carrage comes to a grinding halt high into the mountains and away from the town of  heavenly  hope.
We get out of the carrage  and line up  along the  rocks of evil  whilst the indians look with  intent at our misfortune  while we stand in terror  and wonder what outcome will be and think of our loving family in this terror of the west . The indians walk up and down our group  and ponder their  next move.  
The indians single out  a  man  and woman in our group and holding out  their ponted  fingers take them away from us  behind a large  rock of shame.   Our eyes  beam with terror and shame    while  we hear screams coming from behind this massive rock.  The indians come back  with a twisted and satisfied  look on their  faces holding the clothing of the  man and woman and two sets  of hair that belong to each person.  
We look in disgust at the indians at  what  they have done to our fellow humans . We are then  escorted away from the rock and down towards  the tribe of terror thousands of indians  in the valley await our arrival  and our hearts  drop  with shame  and  terror waiting for our fate with terror in our eyes
written by wayne mockler
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The   indian tribe  

The carrage rides into  the town while look out amongst the plain of the land the hills that  stand high into  the sky and  the sun beams down on our horse drawn carage while we  roll down  the  enbankment  towards the city of   hope.
  The sound of war cry can be heard  while we look out in  to the western planes and  our guns fire out into the distant  land Indians can been seen pushing our horses into the  ground while the carrage comes to a grinding halt high into the mountains and away from the town of  heavenly  hope.
We get out of the carrage  and line up  along the  rocks of evil  whilst the indians look with  intent at our misfortune  while we stand in terror  and wonder what outcome will be and think of our loving family in this terror of the west . The indians walk up and down our group  and ponder their  next move.  
The indians single out  a  man  and woman in our group and holding out  their ponted  fingers take them away from us  behind a large  rock of shame.   Our eyes  beam with terror and shame    while  we hear screams coming from behind this massive rock.  The indians come back  with a twisted and satisfied  look on their  faces holding the clothing of the  man and woman and two sets  of hair that belong to each person.  
We look in disgust at the indians at  what  they have done to our fellow humans . We are then  escorted away from the rock and down towards  the tribe of terror thousands of indians  in the valley await our arrival  and our hearts  drop  with shame  and  terror waiting for our fate with terror in our eyes
written by wayne mockler
copyright ownership wayne mockler