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Mixture of Dreams Part 21 (Mythology Edition)

The Giant was thirsty, and wanted a cup of knowledge. He thought to quench his thirst, with Deities to acknowledge. The Giant took a trip, into the wondrous world of Myths. Passion was on his mind, and he was starting from the top of Love’s list. The Giant found himself in a very enchanting realm, with joyous whelm. There was this extraordinary feeling, with colors so appealing.

The Giant walked into a warm tower, and was caught by surprise. An awe washed upon his face, of the beautiful figures he started to recognize. The Giant was in the presence of Goddesses, towering over his giant body. Five Goddesses of love, golden radiance of passion, they embodied. There was Oshun of the Orishas and Freya from Norse. Aphrodite from Greek and Hathor of Egyptian lores. In the middle sat Inanna of Sumer, who welcomed me with grace. They were all smiling, and offered some wine to taste. The Giant gladly accepted, while each Goddess told a story. He sat on the ground, blushing, excited to hear the divine auditory.

The Giant could stay here forever, though he realized it was time to go. Night was upon him, and his dreams were coming to flow. The Giant bowed, and bid the smiling Goddesses a farewell. How honored he was, being in this Utopian spell. The Giant, glowing, opened his eyes, and appeared in front of his bed. He climbed in, and soon, beautiful dreams filled his head.

Good night, and sweet dreams, you all. This Giant, hopes that warm passion fills the heart, while you stand tall.

Prank

The jokes on you, as I jump out from the side. This can be a scary time, make sure to check your behind. I may hide in the bushes, or dress like a scary snowman. Maybe I’ll gift a whoopee cushion, or dress like a haunted program.

I may put a sheet over my head, and run out with a “boo!” I may even put a creepy mask over my face, and stand like a statue.

Lake, a body of water, surrounded by land. Prank, a body of humor, surrounded by grins.

It’s the kid in me, never growing up, and having some fun. Maybe one day it’ll happen, but for now, you better speedup and rrrrrrunnn!

Throwback Thursday “Haiku; Family”

It’s Throwback Thursday time, and to keep the tradition going, here’s one of my old haiku..This is the: Throwback Thursday – Haiku Edition.

Another one of my favorite haiku – “Family.”

The Lions are here

The ground roaring in laughter

Card game underway.

Throwback Thursday “Haiku; Change”

It’s Throwback Thursday time, and to keep the tradition going, I wanted to share some of my old haiku today. This’ll be the: Throwback Thursday – Haiku Edition.

Here’s one of my favorite haiku – “Change.”

Fall is blinking near

The red colored skin turns orange

as nature watches.

Seedful Thoughts

Planting a thought and watching it bloom. It’s a beautiful thing. It’ll sprout magical leaves, grow high as a tree, and blossom. As the leaves fall, a bit of thought’s magic descends, as well. Creating new realms and journeys. Where should the leaves fall next? Will the magic raise new projects?

Plant the thought and watch it blossom. A seed, that creates magic, what could be more colossal?

Mixture of Dreams Part 20 (TV Edition Finale)

Once Upon A Time, it became bedtime, and the Giant was finally ready to sleep. He had a great time viewing his shows, on his big, Beanstalk TV. The Giant got to hang out with his warrior friends, Xena and Spartacus. Even his slasher friends, Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees, came over, and it was marvelous. He loved running into Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and also the trio of Super Friends, the Titan superheroes.

The Giant decided to watch one last show. He was beginning to feel the coolness of the incoming snow. He flicked through the channels, landing on Married With Children. Love and Marriage, beautiful song of one and a million. He flicked again, landing on The Golden Girls. The Giant flicked once more, this was like War of The Worlds. The indecisiveness made The Giant even more sleepy. He let out a yawwnnn, and decided to turn off the TV.

That’s all folks, enough of the animated video tunes. It was time to rest, and The Giant’s about to hit snooze. Good night, and sweet dreams, you Legendary Writers of Tomorrow. This Giant, hopes that this edition, has helped with bedtime shows, to bestow.

Dreaming

Letting the unknown embrace my mind. The REM time, the blurry line, it’s all images of a sign. Sometimes I can remember, while other times, it phases out of sight.

Weird, is this practical?

I can wake up feeling good, or sad, but it’s all hidden by a hood. The more I press on a scene, the quicker, it evaporates from my screen.

Anyone have this problem?

I could’ve sworn I watched this program before. Deja Vu to the core. The Morpheus lore. Another cut, to add, to the score.

Are we having premonitions?

The recalling of futures past. Viewing of a dream, that’s already been cast. We’ve all worn this mask.

Isn’t this so prudential?!

Getting down to business, I love the clowdy series. It’s like our imagination has created visionary theories. Dreaming feeds our minds with clues. Letting our essence go viral, our thoughts with views.

Walk & Store

Walking to the store, enjoying the scenery. Beautiful gusts of breeze, with beautiful, levitating greenery.

Nature is so colorful and very mysterious. The clouds, the revolving rounds, it’s all so curious.

Coffee, in hand, with cotton and some poly, to toe. Signs of the picture changing, awaiting, the arrival of snow.

I see the musical birds and the brown, running animals. Auburn leaves, from rooted trees, it’s all joyously laughable.

Arriving to my destination, point stops now. It’s euphoric to take a walk, while watching Earth play, it’s beautiful sounds.