Big Words
Little action
Drawn swords
Painted retractions
And still the planet bleeds

by Jemia

The trees
So high
Swept the clouds
From the deep blue sky
Pastel coloured birds
Of a myriad breed
Swooped, then soared
Per chance to feed
The clouds, now tinged
A deep blood red
The rest of the sky
A deep blue, in hue
Were ready for bed
More clouds appear
That carried a darker veneer
Some a smokey black
And others
As white as snow
They were soon
All bound together
A blood black ****** show
And behind them
As they drifted away
With a soft swing
And a gentle sway
The clouds that remained there
Were of a reddish grey
And soon the night did descend
As the dark sky began to transcend
As all the clouds
Soon met their end

by Jemia

My flat lies dormant
Yet full of a multitude
Of expectations
For a myriad
Of possibilities
A cluttering gathers
Yet remains inane
For some as yet
Has an unknown purpose
Each item
Is awaiting it's own birth
Whereupon
The realization
Of each's meaning
Will be revealed
This includes myself
An unknown
Unstoppable force
Awaiting my encounter
With an immovable object
When the two unite
It will be love
I await in anticipation
Of wishing for something
That deep down
I know
That i am now destined
To remain amongst the clutter
Of the what
Might have beens

by Jemia

When i was younger
I was told
I was one eighth
Scottish
Ive spent
Over fifty years
Trying to discover
The whereabouts
Of this Scottish part of me
And not knowing
Whether, or not
It may of been removed
When i had my
Gender reassignment surgery
Tossed a few cabers
Enjoyed some haggis
Worn a few kilts
(Don't like whisky)
Taken a few, high, and low roads
Semi resillient to cold weather
Hair is red (copper dyed)
And love unicorns
Can't remember which clan
But it was a dark green tartan
And lastly
Possess a certificate
That declared
That i was
A Scottish Laird!
(ps: I'm now a Lady of the Lakes! got a certificate for that too!)

by Jemia

Bubbling expectancy
And trembling fear
The effects of the apocalypse
Were slowly drawing near

Dust clouds of fallout
Became the after scourge of man
Along with the destruction
Became the nucleus, of the nuclear plan

As peoples watched in terror
Eyeballs were melted out
Flesh dropped off their bones
They had no time to shout

Yet still fresh mushrooms grew
Destruction now, on auto-pilot
Press button technology
Supremacy, gains ill-got

There was no-one left around
To examine mankinds' black box
Apart from cockroaches
Who were immune to the nuclear pox.

I am living with myself
My past as a loving father
And my present
As a loving woman, and father
Of my beautiful daughter
Today
On Father's Day
I received two cards from her
Both said Happy Fathers Day
But one had the Transgender flag
Covering the front of it
The gift of Malteser Truffles
Were also very welcome!
And i was kind of grateful
That they were not pink
Some traditions do need to be maintained😅
The significance
Of the transgender card
Is the inclusivity of it
Not just for me, but also my daughter
That she can now easily buy a card
For a trans parent
Without it having to be a major issue
I'm aware how lucky i am
And that there are younger people out there
That would love to get a card of this ilk
from their parents, birthday, xmas....
An open hearted gift of love
Breaks down many a barrier
saw a blue/white/pink pigeon
it landed on my balcony
i made no assumptions as to it's gender
it then took wing
and flew away

by Jemia post op transwoman, and father

I once
About thirty years ago
Spent one week
Sometime in December
Plucking turkeys
These turkeys
Were first
Hung upside down
By their feet
They then had their throats cut
And a plastic bag
Put over their heads, and neck
To collect the blood
And whilst they were in
Their final death throes
Of life
The turkey pluckers
Take over
As the feathers
Pluck easier
From warm bodies
The whole process
Seemed grotesque
And brutal
And for a brief moment
In my life
I was part of this
The following week
I was working
As an onion peeler
For a pate making company
It brought tears to my eyes
this year i'm having
My usual nut roast
Which is not dissimilar to stuffing
That i used to have
With my brutally murdered turkey
The good old days........

by Jemia

(***, Drugs, and Rock, & Roll!)
From Royalty, to Rock Stars, To A World Champion, To One of The Goons, To A Potential Future Prime Minister!
Ive already mentioned my encounter with Spike Milligan in Rye, East Sussex, well about 20 years later, whilst living in North Wales,  his grand daughter, 'inadvertently', broke my daughters' arm, with an umbrella! and that my ex wife, was a very distant cousin (x 3-4 times removed..) of ELVIS (Costello), and i used to score my **** of Elton Johns. half brother (don't know what happened to the other half!), and that i once gave my autograph to a former world champion snooker player Alex 'Hurricane' Higgins, and that one of Princess Di's cousins tried to 'bed' me, yes he wanted *** (i declined, as i was still male back then, and still relatively not gay, or drunk! (i like a drink, maybe two at the most, three i'm under the table, four i'm under the host!)), but he had a lovely house, and loads of pics of him with Di in their childhood. and how on my 50th birthday, Paul McCartney, and his then wife, Heather, saved my mother life, and he asked my daughter if the birthday cake was for her, he can't of looked at it properly, as it clearly had "happy 50th birthday" on it (she was about 7 at the time, and lastly, how i nearly 'copped' off with a future potential Prime Minister! the weird thing is, is that all this really happened in my surreal existence....😏🙂🦋💕🙄 by Jemia

I have a theory
About conspiracy theorists' query
That our lizard queen
Living on a flat earth, as seen
Do flat-earthers,
Furthermore furthers
That believe in a heaven, or a hell
Are these places, flat as well?
And are we so brainwashed
We cannot see, our vision kiboshed
That we are also flat
Somehow magically, just like that
Is the lizard queen
Not a human being
Is actually from an alien race
That look like Corgis, with a dog face
And that all of this, is an illusion
That proffers no simple conclusion
Just asking
Not multi-tasking

by Jemia

Today
I entered a frozen portal
To a winter wonderland
And immediately
Felt the cold iciness
As my hands seemed to burn
I wore no gloves
Nor a warm coat
But did have a hat on
As i ventured further
Into the cold
I could see an imprint
Of a frozen unicorn
And also
As though caught mid-flight
Some frozen salmon
My only tool
Was a small ice-pick
Which i used, diligently digging my way
Through the thick pack-ice
I was aware
That i was close to getting frostbite
But carried on regardless
As i could see
I was close to my final destination
Finally
I was there
As i carried out
My last bag of ice
And tipped it into the now
Near full
Kitchen sink!
I think perhaps
In the future
I will defrost my freezers more regularly!

by Jemia

This may set the CAT amongst the pigeons
And also let the CAT, out of the bag
Perhaps creating a CATachresis
Like CATarrh, is a pirate CAT wag

A CATalogue, is a CAT on a log, missed
As a CATalyst, are CATS on a list
A CATechist, meanwhile, is a CAT that likes to be kissed
And a CATholic, a drunken CAT, slightly ******!

A CATechu, is a CAT with some ills
And a CATerpillar, then taking lots of pills
A CATegory, a cat, hence a dark sense of humour
Finally a CATflap, is an anxious CAT, according to a rumour?

by Jemia

Ebbing, and flowing
Arterial memories
Cry me a river

by Jemia

As i lie, in my makeshift marmalade bed
Awaiting dreams, to enter my head
Suddenly, i'm all afloat
Upon a dreamy waxen, candle-lit boat
Then from the depths, of a deep blue sea
A curious creature, glides slowly to me
As it approaches, i'm soon to espy
As i float upwards, to a purple sky
I look below me, to a tormented troubled sea
Strangely, and surprisingly, i see another me
Yet within an eye-blink, i land on a soft sapphire sand
As a  sandstorm passes, i withstand
On the horizon, a faint figure approaches
I hear their voice in my head, as it encroaches
As she draws close, she hands me a gift
Of magical enchantment, to close this rift
I blink my eyes, and i'm somewhere new
As all around me, has now turned blue
An alien speaks to me, with a far-off voice
Invites me to join them, it's my choice
So i follow these benign beings, to another world
Where a tall wooden house, becomes unfurled
With a blink of an eye, and the flap of a wing
I'm on a marshmallow bed, that is able to sing
It sings me a lullaby, as i happily weep
And before i know it, i'm fast asleep

Dear family
We went on another march today
And found a platoon of our colleagues
Lying dead in a large circle
We all instantly knew
The fate that befell them
They'd lost contact
With HQ
Got lost
And literally
Wandered round in circles
Gradually starving to death
I'm writing this to you dear family
As this current patrol
All fully comprehend
The circumstances
That we now find ourselves in
And the realisation
That we now face
The same fate
As we too
Have drifted out of contact range
If you get this message
Which i very much doubt you will
I knew the consequences
When i was first signed up
To the 27th Soldier Ant Regiment
2nd hill
Unit three
I miss cutting leaves!

by Jemia

Windswept Daffodils, yellow April
Trumpets parading Narcissus
Mirrored self-obsessiveness
Immortal Asphodel
Lingering lillies
Springtime awakes
Daffodils
Emblem
Wales

They lay
In neat little rows
All connected
Veins exposed
Like choirs
In an emerald green
As they began
To sing, and dance
Shimmering, and rustling
Guided by the breeze
Susurrations
Psithurisms
Create the music
Of the emeralds
Gently caressing each other
Briefly
Like a stolen kiss
As they sing
Swish, swish
The wind dies down
The emeralds, fall still
Now silent
Amongst the branches
And aching limbs

by Jemia

Dappled grey dreams
Within the misty forests
Of the mind
A sleeping dragons breath
Firey red embers drift
As puddles
Of cindered smoke
Whisper gently
Onto the tongues
Of Humming birds
Now muted
Like incandescent fireflies
Glowing, and flowing
Succumbing, no longer humming
Floundering
Their ashen memories
Now blown askew
Dreams of a Phoenix
Long overdue
Lie vacant
In vacuous vacuums
Drifting into portals
Of other realities
Of other voids
Of nothingness
The dream dies
Eyes blink open
Into another day
Of a different kind
Of dappled grey

by Jemia

Dark Daffodils
An array of daffodils
Like yellow trumpets
Heralding new beginnings
Or ends
Heads bobbing, and swaying
Like armies
Marching
Like a sea
Of yellow ectoplasm
Gungy slime
Beautifully unattractive
Like a black sublime
Self loving
Self loathing
Dark pools
Mirrors Narcissus
Ripples of dark water
An undercurrent
Of grimacing sprites
One daffodil peers in
And is soon drowned
Lost in it's own self beauty
It's poisonous blood
Lies exposed
As dead fish float
Eyes staring upwards
Into an empty void
Through the flotsam
Of dead yellow

by Jemia

On the 31st of April
My true love said to me
A fine piece of
Silver Filigree
On the 1st day of May
My true love said to me
You do know
There's only 30 days in April.....
by Jemia

Day, After Day

I look out of my window
And i'm confronted
With a thick mist
Wondering perhaps
That ive died
And this is
Some kind of strange afterlife
I go to pinch myself
Yet decide not to
As i haven't as yet
Decided
That i want to be alive
And that in the meantime
I'll remain
In this strange
Limbo world
Somewhere between
Non-existence, to another non-existence
If i become the food of worms
Then so be it
Whichever way
I'll still be alone
Life
Is such a strange game
To play
Day, after day
After day

by Jemia

Every night
I am kept company
By the soft gentle glowing light
Emitted from my Dragon

My saviour
Should i awaken suddenly
When ive had a bad encounter
Whilst within the realms of dream world

Lit up all around
Are other Dragons
And Witches, Fairies, and Mermaids
Pixies, Elves, and Unicorns

All greet me
When i awaken
From my dreams
With a smiling ethereal beauty

Yet none wish to join me
As they all fear the land of the dreaming dead
Where monsters of another unknown reside
Ghosts of the past, present, and future

And hence my fear of sleep
Where a different reality dwells
The monsters that chase me in my repose
Lurking with malicious intent

Also lie,
Hidden behind smiling faces
Of some of humanity
Whilst awake, wide wild eyes open

One fine day
A dragon
Decided
To take up residence
Within the village red telephone box
A meeting was called
In the quietly quaint village hall
The dragon was not invited
The villagers
Came up with a myriad of suggestions
Some suggested shooting the dragon
But thankfully
That was shouted down
Some suggested
Selling it to a zoo, or circus
Not so many protested this proposition
But, not one of them realised
That this was a baby dragon
The baby dragon
Viewed its surroundings
Through the red square holes
Of the old telephone box
And was now trapped
As it had doubled in size overnight
And sighed
It sighed so heavily
That flames shot forth
From it's now large flaring firey nostrils
And such was the intensity of the heat
That the metallic red, square windowed, old telephone box
Melted
So the dragon was now able to break free
And fly free
The villagers
Hearing the noise of it all
Dashed out of their
Cosy three-bedroomed
Thatched country cottages
And watched
As the dragon flew off
Into the sunset
Never to be seen again!

by Jemia

on behalf of equal rights for nights, i would like to put the case forward that the days of the week, should be split in half aka divided into nights ie, monday+monnight, tuesday+tuesnight. i do realise, that in the process, i am excluding dawn, and twilight, which could be included at a later date, and for now could be represented simply as a + ie mon+, but this could cause some confusion, as it would be unclear as to whether it was mondawn, or montwilight, also, depending on what time of year it is, night will obviously be longer than day, and vis versa,and dawn, and twilight, are both generally dramatically shorter, but surely deserve equal recognition? a simple solution, is to exclude all definition of day night dawn twilight, and thus have the week defined as mon tues wed thurs fri sat sun, apart from anything else, involves a lot less typing. now what about months, do we have lunar months of 28 days? and thus 13 months per year, or............me go now, having a bad hair afternoon/evening, mid morning, elevenses etc etc

by Jemia

My heart beats
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own

by Jemia

As i faced my final journey
I lay dying, upon the cold gurney
A woman came forth, and shaved off my *****
As a surgeons' assistant, inserted some tubes
My head was in a different place
Betwixt A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Star Wars' space
And wondered also, was now the time for me to die?
On this cold metallic gurney, Upon which i did lie
About one hour, into this darkly dangerous op
A balloon went awry, my life came to a stop
This part of the op, not at all nice
As my fingers, and toes, turned to ice
I heard a hint of panic, in the surgeons voice
My life lay in his hands, i had no choice
The icy feeling, crept up to my hands, and feet
The surgeon managed to manage, my fragile heartbeat
And within a few minutes, he'd rectified the wrong
As my hopes of survival, again became strong
After a total, of about three, and a half hours
I wasn't yet ready, for my graveside flowers
Face to face with my mortality, had been really intense
As i was wheeled out from surgery, now possessing four stents
This all happened 1,545 days ago today
37,080 hours, or two, and a quarter million minutes, either way
118 days later, my second op, this for my RCA
Another three, and a half hours of surgery, not a good day
As again throughout, i was kept wide awake
The thought of which, still makes me quake
After much trying, it was deemed beyond repair
Wheeled out into recovery, where i had another scare
My system had had enough, and suddenly shut down
Like busy bees, suddenly surrounded by medics all around
And brought back to existence, avoiding the doom
As i sit, write, and remember this, alone in my room
And healthier now, than way before that time
With memories of moments, so supremely sublime

by Jemia

Susserrating woodland
Agitated birdsong
Chainsaws
A psithurism
Bleeding wood
by Jemia

I once worked for a woman
Called Joy
I was her
"Advertising Manager!!!"
She kept bouncing (boing!)
My pay cheques
(like yoyo's)
There was little joy in that
Her ironic surname
Purslow
She had a slow purse....

by Jemia

I work with carers
Caring for loved ones
They don't get paid for this
They do it out of love
For someone that now
Sometimes , no longer recognises them
Or acts unappreciative
For this care
Sometimes abusive
And even physically aggressive
But each carer knows
That this person they love
Has an illness
Through no fault of their own
And were they aware
Of what lay ahead
Would be horrified
At the consequences
And their behaviour
Towards their loved ones
Who understand fully
The why's, and wherefore's
Of these terrible afflictions
Whilst often coping
With physical disabilities
Of their own
Their love, dedication, and courage
Will never cease to amaze me
As they persevere
Through what is often
A living nightmare
They come from all walks of life
Their struggle
Remains the same
Their only release
Is when their cared for person
Either goes into respite
And nursing care
Or dies

by Jemia

We lay there
Like ripening Camembert
With our most gorgeous
And seductive smiles
And our 'come on' eyes
Twinkling temptations
In deep anticipation
We melted
Into a river
Of pleasure
We screamed
As we streamed
As we dreamed
Our delight
Was now a deluge
In full flow
The Cherry Blossom
In full bloom
Blew along
As a gentle zephyr breeze
Caressed our supple thighs
Seductive
As as soft serenade
Whilst our hearts
Were on fire
Soon
We became like
The ebb tide
Running through the shingle
Calmly embraced
As our soft, and tender lips
Were lost in a sweet
And gentle
Kissing caress
Happy, in our happiness

by Jemia

The state of being
A singularity
For the remainder
Of my existence
Sometimes
Pulls at the strings
Of my emotions
And an undying
Wavering stutter
Of sadness
That this is
My destiny
by Jemia

I thought
A Seperatist
Was a type of
Washing powder
That simply
Sorted out your ***** washing
That then
Left it *****
Seems this technique
Is used
In politics
And warfare
With laundered speeches.
When the spin
Is all dried up
Life is what you
Put-in to it
And doesn't always
Turn up with another
Trump
With more ***** laundry
Of their own

by Jemia

Today
Well this morning actually
As i'm yet to sleep
So in a way
It's still part of yesterday
Which is the day before
Today, or yesterdays tomorrow
Or did i mean tomorrows
Yesterday?
Or the day before
Yesterdays tomorrows day after the day before?
Who knows?
It seems like days
In this way
Are not disimiliar
To having a second cousin
Once removed
Whose sister
Is married to your mothers
Youngest sons' best friends
Mothers, brothers in laws
Daughters, uncles
Pet pig!
by Jemia

Lurking within the depths,
In the cellar of my mind,
Lies a dark demon,
Now in chains,
An unwanted pet,
That breaks free,
The demon is unleashed,
Its flames burn deep,
But now, I am the demon master,
And bathe in the warmth,
Of its fire,
The demon has awoken,
But now lies still,
As it cannot,
Be unleashed,
Nore escape its chains.....
by Jemia

I am a pessimist
When things go wrong
I kind of expect it
When things go right
I am suspicious of it
It's further to fall
From the dizzy heights
Of quiet hope
by Jemia

The big blue beautiful bird
Had grown fresh wings
Meanwhile
The old feathers
Were re-united
Knotted together
Waxing lyrical
Icarus (sunbather extraordinaire )
Fell from the sky
Into a liquorice factory
Icarus allsorts!

by Jemia

If men are from Mars
And women are from Venus
How come iv'e seen
A woman with a pen..
Writing poems that don't rhyme
And did you know Ur ****
Is three times the size, of planet Earth!
by Jemia

Ears of dogs
Cropped
One man said
That he was
A dog whisperer
I thought
Along with my expletives deletives
How can you whisper
To a dog
When you've
Chopped
And cropped
It's ears off
Does his money making
Sickness
Know no bounds?
What next?
Wings of birds?
Or perhaps
Soul
Of this dog whisper?
Obviously to late
Genetically engineered pets
Is trending

by Jemia

I was walking, wandering

Down a street

In a far off land

Just the other day

I walked past what i thought

Was a pet shop

I saw an animal

In a cage

In the window

And as i passed

It yapped at me excitedly

Wagging its tail

Excitedly

I walked into the shop

This distant pet shop

In a far off land

And in my head

I sang "How much is that doggy in the window?"

"The one with the waggly tail?"

And before i had finished

Singing this song

The dog had been slain

I left the shop

Lost for words

Horrified

A passing stranger

Saw my anguish

Informing me

It was no longer a pet shop

Was now a butchers

The shop owner came out

And handed me the tail

"Tourist souvenir?"
.

We reached our final destination, just outside a quiet little village in North Wales, for a peaceful camping holiday, and a well deserved escape from the humdrum. The sun was slowly breaking through a dewy morning mist, and the only signs of life, was a small stony quaint Welsh Cottage, set amongst a little wood in the distance, as a small plume of smoke rose from it's chimney.
Right by the camping area, was a very old stony bridge, which went over a rambling brook. There were various other tents on the site, but they appeared empty, and although there were vehicles by them, there was no signs of their occupants, so we assumed they were either still sleeping, or had gone for a walk, exploring the beautiful countryside around us.
It was all truly gorgeous, and we were feeling lucky to of found such an idyllic spot. Even our teenage daughter looked enthralled by it's breathtaking beauty, as for a change she wasn't on her phone or other tech.
We put the tent together, and sat down for some tea, and sandwiches, and simply took in the surrounding countryside. i decided to take some pics, and was fascinated by the bridge, and decided to get some closer shots, as it was so old, which added to the magic around us. As i got closer, i could see lots of bones scattered about, which i first thought were probably sheep, or even cattle. some were lying in the brook, and others, on it's side. As i got closer still, to my horror, i realised they were human skeletons, and some still had small amounts flesh on them! I turned and ran back to the tent, getting the car keys out as i ran, and shouting out "we're leaving right now, get in the car!" My partner looked confused, and obviously concerned at me shouting, our daughter responded more quickly, as she picked up my sense of urgency. My partner obviously enchanted by the beauty of the place, started to clear things up, i said "leave them, we've got to go right now!" She also realised something was wrong, i threw her the keys as we jumped into the car. As we were driving off, i looked behind, and saw a large ferocious looking Troll appear, from under the bridge......
by Jemia

A doorway to another doorway
Mirrored a myriad of times
Each doorway, leads to another
Like a Russian Doll sublime

A doorway that eventually
Leads to a place you once knew
Like walking in cycles of circles
Doorways to misconstrue

by Jemia

I'd rather open doors
Than close them
Although i once heard
Of a man, quite absurd
Who disguised himself
As a door
Unfortunately
His **** fell off!
The trouble with open doors
They get mistaken for jars
Then let in draughts
I personally prefer chess
Other doors
Are like portals
To other worlds
Knock knock
Who's there?
A door
Adore who?
A dormouse
What?
Where's the exit
Which ways the door
The way of the door
Is by the doorway
As one door opens
Another one closes
Like chapters in a book
And so the door
Becomes no more
Than another page
To turn

by Jemia

When first logging on
Why?
In the year 2020
Do i still have to
Double ****** click
Quite often
I panic click once
In fear of clicking thrice
It's like an unnatural
Twitch
A double click spasm
Nothing like
An ******
But the joy
When i double click
On my first attempt
Is like melting camembert
by Jemia

I found the letter W
Lying upon the floor
I thought hoW?, or Why?
Or What? could it be used for

I Wondered hoW it had got there
Or Who, or When it occurred
Then i realised it Was from my scrabble set
And that i Was short of another Word

Well i never thought i
What Words there might of been
MeoW choW hoW noW broWn coW
And some potentially obscene

And Why Was it called a W
tWo U's joined together with ease
In Which case the letter D
Could be a joining of an I , and a backWard C

And Why Y, Was like a three quarter X
And Z, is like a sleeping N
And F Was like a broken E
Depending on higher, and loWer case and then

So i gave up With this confusion
This mystery Was not for me
I returned the W to the scrabble set
Then sailed the 7 C's

by Jemia

I have to declare
It wouldn't be fair
To share
My despair
As my tears
Well up
And roll down
Onto my long
And now bedraggled
Flowing hair
Like knotted
Ringlets of rivers
My heart, and soul
Could explode
And implode
All at once
And all that would remain
Would be
A small mushroom cloud
Leaking
Tears
And
Doubt

by Jemia

I wonder
How William Wordsworth
Would of coped
If he'd been born
150 years later
Whilst musing over daffodils
As an electric strimmer
Cuts them down
Lopping off their trumpet heads
Whilst chainsaws cut through
Screaming trees around him
Hedge-trimmers
Hoovers
Or spin dryers
Noise
Surely would of affected
His poetic thoughts
Although i contend
That baaing sheep,
And the mooing of cattle
May of caused his brain to rattle
I wonder if Dorothy snored?
From what i saw
Many years ago
One rainy summer
There was no snow
I don't think Dove Cottage
Would have had any roon
For a spin dryer!

by Jemia

Ghosts, and shadows
From the quiet solitude
Of music, and poetry
To elsewhere
Where the hussle, and bussle
Cheer, and laughter
Of a busy bar
Vibrant, and alive
Delaying
The silent death
Currently residing
Within my soul
Which i can try to allay
For at least another day
Tomorrow never comes
Unless i let it
Meanwhile
I shall drift off
Into another portal
Another parallel world
An alternative universe
And see where
The wormholes of destiny
Take me
Perhaps
I'll end up
On that strange
Surreal planet
Called Earth

by Jemia

A cting
N ervous
G athering
S torm
T hreatens

by Jemia
(rehearsals tomorrow! hope there's no dramas!)

Last night
I dreamt of love
Pure, and unadulterated
And beautifully romantic
As the flow of electricity
Coursed through our hearts
Sending sparks of delight
As we kissed passionately
In the soft twilight
Of this other world
Although i awoke
Alone
I felt warmed by this embrace
On my visit
To this dream world
Of my desires
And this entwinement
Of two beating hearts

by Jemia

The skies
Suddenly
Burst asunder
As through the broken clouds
A great thunder
As a roaring
Of a great dragons breath
Flames
Erupted
From the dragons mouth
As its firey breath
First burnt out the north
And then the south
Then the east
The dragon then flew west
Its fire, dead
It then glided
Along the now
Crimson red sky
And like a slave
To its own desires
Returned to its cave
Burnt out
Lost in its opinions
Of a race
That lacked subtlety
He was simply avenging
Mother earth
His fire
For Gaia
Who he had loved
Since his laboured birth
He entered his lair
Stepping on ancient gold
From old
He wept
Steaming dragon tears
Then silently wallowed
Within
Tomorrow
He would wipe away
His cindered tears
And his sorrow
And release his rage
Again
But until then
He would dream
His dragon dreams

by Jemia

DreamworlD                           The
R  r             Rare                          Bermuda
E     e          Exotic                           Triangle
A       a        Abstract                          Of
M         m    Mayhem                            The
W         w     Weird                                 Surreal
O       o        Other                               Welcome
R      r           Realities                        To  
L   l               Love                           My
D                  Disorientation         World
by Jemia 💕