Dream: Cute Simulation GameWhile wasting time in front of the ISP-hosted underground amusement park/university I explain to two elderly Russian women (they are surprised that I speak Russian), that against my own expectations the underground amusement park is not a rip-off and that there even is a delicious confection, which one can have for free and in unlimited quantities. I give them a piece each.
The following takes place on a small square grassland in front of the entrance to the underground amusement park. I play a game with four cute miniature people (each of them the size of a finger), who harvest wood from two trees and re-plant them after complete exploitation. They walk freely without being bound to roads. Along with wood, they collect fruit from fruit trees. I consider letting them plant two fields of crops for harvesting. Their housing and storage consists of one building made from wood only, so they probably do not require rock as a building material.
One of the people manages to get stuck on a pat
DosentomatenTomaten in Dosen
Brauch' ich für Soßen
Für Penne, Nudeln und Spaghetti
Ketschup ist eklig
Was essbares daraus zu machen
Ich brauche keine Pizzen
Ich brauch kein Glutamin
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
Ich züchte selber Nudeln
Und esse sie dann Roh
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
EpistleDearest Autumn, jaded with rain
Wearily drearily forced to remain
I miss your September joie de vivre
Bright skirts flying, blue-eyed and naive
October leaves left, abandoned in flight
Your luminous palette is shaded toward night
I knit anamnesis to swaddle your haunts
From skeins of yearn, and bundles of want
Pensive and wistful, my traveling Muse
Wanderlust winging the cold avenues
Forethought and hindsight, alight in your eyes —
November acceptance has rendered you wise.
our friend darksilent and strong to the core
in the beginning was there before
ever vigilant guarding space
holding all the stars in place
faithful companion to the light
always there out of sight
never judges eternally secure
quietly takes in all our fear
nurturing solace rapturous expanse
stirring emotions igniting romance
perfect foil to cold bright stark
imagine life without our friend dark
One should never worry....One should never worry about the future, but wisely create it through intelligent future choices and actions. Of course to do this, you must draw from your past lessons that gave you experience and knowledge...
The Martyrdom of Leaves in AutumnAutumn blazes forth with love,
A love that, greening, climbing, grew
Through summer's heat, baptized with dew,
Sustained from springtime's seedlings new,
Til ripened, filled to bursting through,
Exulting, greets its time to die.
For God had planted nature's birth,
With love He scattered sunlight's glow,
With love He showered water's flow,
With love He breathed the windy blow,
And thus, when plants soon die in snow,
His garden burns with love returned.
Will you compare the deep blue to the sky?
Great expanse - seemingly untouchable,
The vivid hues of blue, an old-time dye,
Depths or heights seemingly unreachable,
We should dive and meet the king of the sea,
No, not that lobster, I forget his name,
Majestic creature too grand to foresee,
But quick would he devour objectors,
Beckon so sweetly, entice them and crush,
Protect them most dear, withhold their tremors,
His subjects become some harsh deathly hush,
And now, will he rule with great tyranny?
Let the deep blue create the symphony.
Tar filled seaWhy is there black everywhere I see?
Black in the sky,
wrapped deeply with the fumes & contamination.
Black in the sea,
covered awkwardly with oil & tar.
Onyx in the eyes of those around me.
Why do these leaves bleed blood?
Why do these humans cry air?
Why do these animals scream for help?!
Why am I constantly fighting to breathe??
What is with this tar filled sea?
Sandy MoonRippling sands of time
wave across the night sky
undulating by the moon
on its path, arched so high
Silhouetting all about
creating striking designs
across this beautiful orb
leaving sandy fine lines
The bright rays of the moon
spreading light across the lands
shrubs swaying in the foreground
feeling like waving hands
With soft hues of autumn
floating on winged beams
as the moon follows its path
dwelling in the land of dreams
© Lissie Bull 2014
Hidden Sleeper......a gentle purring can be heard
the slight jungle of a bell
there must be a cat somewhere about
creating a mesmerizing spell
look in the warmest spot you know
and there you`ll find this feline bundle
curled up snug as a bug in a box
all comfy in this urban jungle
it`s quite amazing where she ends up
in these places that are so unique
she`s sleeping soundly out of sight
making this room her own sweet boutique
sleep on, my sweet hidden sleeper
surrounded by books, bags and blocks
purr gently as you continue to dream
in your full but snug cardboard box
© Lissie Bull 2014
Though true my senses became nullified,
Become with me this woven tapestry,
A sarcophagus for I today have died,
And now you too balm me to a mummy,
I too know you, you wind these bandages,
What you want is to extract my organs,
You do not care about the shortages,
Help me please save me from this true Gorgon,
But now my death will haunt you constantly,
I will not leave your side lover of mine,
That fateful day you chose to murder me,
I hope you are happy you artful swine,
As you will wait on you dear friend Death’s bed,
I welcome you to the place of undead.