#johnclowder

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The Morning Star

John Clowder

[dream-prisoning]

POEM 3, STOP IT

Its not funny

Its not better

Its not like that

Its not like this

Its like this

Its like that. Arguments and people are just the same towards things.

© Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

[dream-prisoning]

Dream Journal 3, Houses

We were driving. We were driving into my father's house but it was made out of bright blue legos. We suddenly popped up in a house made out of wood, it was dark and like a doll house. I saw in third person. One of my relatives said "We have to leave" then we drove off. It felt like an apocalypse and I felt fear. We were at an apartment or hotel. There was a computer that was said to be owned by our father's father. I was scared to see them open it because our grandfather looked at many inappropriate things. The background of the computer was pink and yellow. Then reality faded away. I found myself in a hall looking into the future and my best friend was sad, everyone was sad. It was the future and we created a calamity for time traveling the vibes said. My step-father was looking at a brown pyramid adoring it, he had his hands on his back and then I cried and felt sadness. I woke up. © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

[dream-prisoning]

Dream Journal 2, Yellow

My dream was created, I was at school. There were obese women wearing yellow clothes in the classroom. The garden was extremely verdant, it had ponds and vivid orchids. My friends were there, and one said "There are things inhabiting this place." I felt fear, then the same kind of obese women walked through the gate carrying yellow daisies. One of my friends had the vibes of a frog, and it jumped into a pond. In the end of the garden there was this statue. There were bananas growing out of the walls along with the obese women. My view of the classroom was framed in a rainforest like state. And that is all that I can remember. It was a nightmare. © Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

[dream-prisoning]

POEM 2, ABNORMAL

I am the one in something

I am the me in everyone

I am the ending of the place

I am a rock of somewhere

I am the living in the death

I am the death in the living

I look at it that way

I look at it this way

It is perspective that baffles us. It is perspective that matters.

© Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

[dream-prisoning]

I will not be hurt by your words for I have a shield made out of the bricks of the path that I have walked through

The dream from Prance and Frolic (Created by me) ©

[dream-prisoning]

POEM 1, NOT EVERYTHING

Not everything abnormal and sureal bamboozle the people

Not everything abnormal and sureal quagmire the people in their thinking box "Why does this exist?"

Most people try to be amusing to others by saying vulgar words to the sureal and abnormal

Most people try to be amusing by acting baffled, dazed and fuddled towards the beauty that is surealism 

© Marco Ruben Abuyuan Llanes

[dream-prisoning]

Live a little die alot

John Clowder's game: Middens

(Seizure the day)

(Revolver winds)

Makes more sense than "Die a little, live alot" Everything must end terribly directly or not.