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The hot air from my mouth to warm up suits me
My soul empty of all that surrounds me
Despairs me a little longer on the streets where
This continuous cold city without knowing my paradigm
I feel as weak as the leaves of the season
The fall with a single blow behold, my revolt
Becomes useless, inappropriate, out of time trying
Just one more time to feel good shovel company
But these alternatives are ground drag my
Body without raising the legs as if
You drag a corpse can barely hear the taunts
Society lost the city, visually
No longer detect my way where only dazzles
Two wells of disquiet emerge by which
A shimmering light through two lenses
Show me the landscape is breathtaking.

Thoughts of Jerôme Kaspovic

lay you down on pillows of ice next to dreams and good advice was i in your mind in your soul feeling your heart you was mine forever and in dreams we would dance a liquid dance of life fallen beond what is wrong and right

I woke one morning to the sun on me and the sound of birds singing in the trees outside my room.
Something seemed, felt different and I was confused.
It seemed as if almost danger was in a corner looming.
Waiting to pounce.
I open my eyes and try to focus to see if there was something wrong.
Oh no it cannot be. I am not at all amused.
I break into tears. The birds even have stopped their song.
How can this be? I jump out of bed and run to the mirror.
And it is me. Eight years old.
Confused and sad.
For the life I had dreamed was gone.
All the living, caring, sharing I had.
Gone.
My tears were tears of loss.
Now I will start a new.

the door is locked the window opened the force of light shifting from one room to another the night is warm her skin in bushes of grass she looks inside to find him with another women she watches huh noises all around the house inside is it another women youl never know that's what you get for snooping

At the bottom of the deepest sea, or, higher than high,
On a mountain top……Near the roof of the world, where only dragons fly,
In our dreams, he is there….. He wanders through them,
chooses, one or two…… Here and there,
a couple at a time, as, and when, it pleases him to,
he takes them, as is his will to do.
though with a touch, like a feather, so light,
sweetness of mind, in thought, of a kind,
intangible colours, softly flowing, of honest hue.
A magical aura, around him, gently glowing,
a genuine affection, true hope growing.
Cosseted, fondly nurtured, supported,
coaxed and persuaded,
like a beautiful flower, with wisdom watered,
all gathered, subtly altered,
cared for, sorted.
Then woven…… With threads so mysterious, included of all life’s essence,
soft incandescence,
finally, making sure, everything is golden and of benevolence.

He summons the beast with an urgent thought,
The thought hovers for an instant, before on a mountain breeze being caught,
arriving almost at once, proudly, always ready in an hour of need,
Vision of majesty……Dreamweaver’s steed!

In a single bound, leaping, then…..With legs, neck gripped,
his master, on huge back did sit,
Urgently… The harness was pulled……..
"Upward....Speedily onward……." The sky beckoned,
lightning flickered……
The route to be taken, through darkened, stormy weather,
by instinct reckoned.
Then an awesome demonstration of power, as flapping and beating.…. Caused……Draft for flight,
For the long journey into night, thoughts of two destinies meeting.
With enormous wings of bone and leather,
he, masters beast, loyal as ever,
Of a sudden, is borne aloft!
Look up….
See underbelly, green, yellow, soft!
Huge talons, twin crystals clutched,
never before by mortals, seen nor touched,
flaring nostrils, Fiery breath,
lighting the way, by glowing coal red eye,
that does intelligent strength imply.
Course charted now...... From this dimension to the next!

Dreamline calibration…..Off…..Zero minus two…..

The charge of High Treason,
Was the reason!
The Council of Guardians, had passed sentence, to have her from this life, forever banished,
But she had unknown help, had escaped and completely vanished!
So, for many years now, she had remained hidden on the dead planet Theramist,
Name given to that forsaken place, because of the very nature of the covering mist,
Waiting…..
Waiting……. In the dank writhing gloom, did she lurk,
Taking sustenance and strength from the deadness of banished souls in the murk.
From her psychic web that is spun throughout Netherspace, she feels the vibrations in the spread,
Psychic picture now forming instantly inside her head,
One Wizard…. Another in combat, is the other baiting,
This could be the very opportunity for which she had been waiting!
The “Door” from Netherspace is only momentarily….. Open a crack,
But, enough for her to track,
Just enough to slip through,
To visit mayhem and carnage upon Faerie Land, her greatest wish to do!
She sought revenge, she didn’t care for Middlespace, upon which she had landed, very much,
She felt a certain gratification though, as her feet upon solid ground touch,
Exultation……. Laughter, both arms outstretched, upward holding,
Commanding Netherspace……. The portal now behind her….. Collapsing…..Folding,
She.... Most evil, of the purest, greenest blood born,
Entering once more upon this world………
The Witch Elder….. Of Greythorne.

Hands held high,
A palpable atmosphere descends around her, of doom coming nigh,
A laugh….As outstretched fingers grasp the air,
Sudden strong gusts of wind start to tousle her bright red hair,
Then….Long fingers made into a fist,
A quick flick of the wrist,
A lightning flash,
A nearby tree is felled….. Turned to trash!
Dark clouds around her begin to race,
Louder laughs as more lightning bolts, their paths begin to trace,
Faster and faster the wind begins to spin,
Against gravity, lifting her……Starting to win,
Now….she’s hovering above the ground,
Clouds of debris flying round and round,
Yet all in the centre is now dead calm,
As her green eyes flash, lighting the evil dark laden balm.
She chants a phrase….Over and over,
More trees are uprooted…..Grass and clover,
Then….The second phrase to begin,
The resurrection of one that rules all mayhem and sin,
Third phrase now……The final part….
As beneath the meadow a shuddering does start,
Soon turning to a violent shaking…..
Frightened animals running in all directions now, as it starts making,
A sort of fuzziness above the ground appear,
Distorting time and distance….Making far seem near…..
Then as she had wished,
Something started to take form, in the circle of meadow, now demolished,
As it was long ago foretold…..
In the pages of old,
That…..After a kind Wizards “Becoming”,
The Cruel one of Mayhem would have a second coming,
Then….For the first time in an eon, his body,…..Fresh air feels……
Before her master, She kneels…..
He…….Now free of his prison…….
He…….Who is called Egron….
Dark Lord of all the Groth……..
Is now…..Arisen!

A short time before,
Before….That witch had found the open door……..

It had taken but a few seconds in Netherspace for the die to be cast,
Yet, five happy years in Faerie Land in this time have past,
Almost enough time for some to have forgotten the pace of battle,
Smell of scorched air, sound of ether rattle,
And, in that few seconds, drifting in Netherspace,
The good Wizard sees briefly…..A face he should know, but can’t quite place,
He thinks….Maybe, it’s all part of a dream,
As a door opens….And he is pulled toward a golden gleam.
His “Becoming”……No more worldly strife,
A new life…..His beautiful, thought long lost, wife,
His, a vacant seat at the table,
Long spoken of in tale and fable,
The welfare of his beloved Faerie Land, his task to oversee,
To be a “Guardian”, one of the twelve, his destiny!
To be part of the ether……Life’s very essence,
Fifth element above all, the quintessence,
Above air and earth, more than fire and water,
To be vigilant, to be against everything evil tries to alter,
A fortunate promotion indeed,
For Faerie Land, that will soon, of a powerful champion be in need!
But, he can be forgiven, for the moment, of being unaware,
Holding his love for the first time in a thousand years, having no other care,
For the moment, knowing nothing of his mission,
Nor nothing of his coming commission.
Coinciding exactly with his calling,
In Middlespace…..cutting the cold quite night air, first, a caterwauling,
Signalling ….Her coming,
The very air, for a distance, crackling and humming,
Now….A wolf mournfully howling….A nearby owl, sounding painful in it’s screeching,
Far away, “The Twitch”, now instantly waking….For her broomstick reaching,
Making ready for a flight,
That will take her to the disturbance that is calling her…….Something so deliciously Evil….
Drawing….Pulling…..Out there…..Somewhere……In the pitch black of a moonless night!

Flicking forked tongue, he is big, handsome, young and strong,
Sneer on his face, wearing clothes that from another time belong,
He looks round and stretches,
Where’s his army? Miserable wretches!
Where is he? What is this place?
What is this puny thing knelt before him with a crinkly face?
Then, slowly his memory begins to return,
As does his strength, the red glow in his eyes, as they appear to burn.
He turns his gaze on her, she begins to shake,
She thinks, she had better speak, a statement make,
“My Lord……”, She grovels nearer to the ground,
Apart from the hissing of his breath, there is no other sound,
“Forgive me Lord, I failed you,
Though, I have brought you breath and life anew.
Awoken you from your slumber,
Close to many of your number,
Most of your army,
And near to your greatest enemy,
All I ask…….”

Now impatiently, he starts to pace, …….”You are in no position to ask….
You ……Waste of space…..
With crinkled face,
I should kill you now…..
You….Old ….Useless sow!”
Without your help….I could take this world myself,
Do you think me stupid? I can smell Faerie and Elf……
Why would I need from you any instruction?
When I….I myself, can deal upon them complete destruction!
Now, visibly shaking, yet she drew upon enough courage to say,
“Lord…..Your oldest enemy is here….You can make him pay!
His hiding place is near this world,
I got the knowledge from a Wizard in Netherspace, whose mind had been scrambled, unfurled,
Yes! Faerie Land is here my Lord…..
Even access to the golden cord,
If you will only spare my life….
Allow me to help you pour upon Faerie Land a great deal of strife….
There is one of my kind on this world, that knows the entrance to the glade,
How to get there….For in this dimension, it was permanently made,
And thence, to the door to Otherspace,
The Master’s dwelling place…….”
“Hmmmmm”, He thought, he may spare her a while,
Then later….For amusement….Kill her in an unusual style,
Yes it could be good sport….Fun,
Hunting her from place to place, seeing her run,
Then….A roar, and a laugh….as he, on two pockets, loosens the ties,
Releasing a thousand, thousand silver coated hell flies,
One by one, sticking to him now, each one knowing it’s place,
Covering all of him, making a living armour, except his eyes, nose and small part of his face,
Then….He spoke again,
In such low tones, the vibrations were causing her pain,
“Listen to me…Witch, or whatever you are…… You….. Thing…..
I will spare you for now, but fail me again….. Nothing will save you…….NOTH-ING!”


In the dead of night then, “The Twitch” arrives,
Knows not what she is getting into, knows not that she will be lucky if she survives,
For, in evilness, by the Dark Lord, both witches are outclassed,
And it remains to be seen, in this serious misadventure, just how long their lives will last!

Metaphorically, for Faerie Land,
It seemed as though it had just been slapped by a giant hand,
As….First of all the sky went dark…..
Suddenly gone was the sight of the ever present lark,
Heavy silence…..Not a sound from a single bird,
No natural sound of animal nature at all to be heard,
A rolling rumbling sound,
Getting louder now as it echoes around,
Louder and louder, til it reaches it’s crescendo,
Punctuated by shattering window,
And as the glass crackled and popped,
Young saplings fell, as if they had been chopped,
Then….To really emphasise the rumble,
The Ancient Tower of Wishes starts to crumble,
Not to be left out, then, atop it, the giant bell
Joined in the cacophony as it fell.
To most…..The suddenness of it was frightening,
Distant rumbling turning to shaking, then with added thunder and lightning,
As filthy dust laden, streaming rain,
Added a final assault upon Faerie Glade’s peaceful plain.
Then….As quickly as it had started, it was over,
Leaving wrecked little buildings, and now dirty, once verdant pasture, and purple clover.
Never in living memory, had anyone experienced such a thing,
The land being built in such a way, to prevent something like this from ever happening,
The five golden threads, so accurately in place,
To make sure Faerie Folk should never have anything like this to face,
For everything here, has a balance, a natural law,
Only other things should cause devastation like this….Like a war,
But once more to this beautiful land,
Fate it seems, has dealt a cruel, twisted hand…..
As we shall see if we look in another world….Another place,
At the strange Magick that is being performed ……In Middlespace…….