Explorers Of The Dreamworld

Periskop

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Sun, 23 Mar 2025 08:27:00 +0000

Hey all! I'd like you to meet my friend Victor.
He lives in Germany, but he will be coming
to stay with me for the summer!

Victor enjoys playing volleyball, climbing trees, and riding his motorcycle through the countryside. He also sings in his church choir and has a tattoo of a giraffe on his ankle (his spirit animal).

Also, he's mentioned to me that he wants to find himself a real American girlfriend! So, ladies... please give this dude a chance. He may look kind of awkward, sure, but he's a real standup fella! If anyone is interested and would like to get to know him better, please introduce yourself!

You won't regret it!

You can reach him on IG @ Periskop (The nickname all his friends back home call him... I'm not sure why? But I do know that It is German for "periscope")

Famous Nameous

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Sat, 22 Mar 2025 03:50:00 +0000

John Stockton
   has many assists.
Kenny Loften
   can run real quick.
John Mcloughlin
   bought 24 ports & 6 ships.
Marry Poppins
is a dirty little bitch.
Johnny Cochran
said: "If the glove don't fit."
Janis Joplin
sings like shit.
Bernie Taupin
wrote Elton John's hits.
Dustin Hoffman
has a small dick.
Johnny Rotten
murdered Nikki Sixx.
Andy Kaufman
needs his ass kicked.
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin
just did.

IF GOD SHOULD GO ON STRIKE

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Fri, 21 Mar 2025 22:27:00 +0000

It's a good thing that God almighty

has never gone on strike.

Because of unfair treatment

or for things he didn't like.
Should he ever once sit down and say

"That's it, I'm through...
I've had enough of those on earth

so this is what I'll do..."

He'll give orders to the sun

to cut off the heat supply.
Tell the moon give no more light
then run the oceans dry.
& just to make things double tough
& put the pressure on,

he'll cut off the air & oxygen
till every breath is gone.

For sure he would be justified

but fairness is his game.

For no one's been more abused

or treated with disdain.
Yet he carries on and on

providing you and me
with all the goodness of his grace
& everything for free.

People want a better deal
so on-strike we go.
But what a deal we're giving God

whom everything we owe.
We don't care who we hurt or harm
to gain the things we like,
but what a mess we'll all be in
if God should go on strike.

SPEAKING ON PRINCIPLES

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Fri, 21 Mar 2025 21:34:00 +0000

There's an

interactive sequence

you won't believe.

Much like

other such things

computers can achieve.

With or without

being online or not.

By using adaptors

resistors, capacitors,

switching between

cold and hot.

Content in context

with a compounding concept

all about substance:

tags, captions, subtext.

so that a search engine

can find the proper subject.

Are you willing to help me

inflate my vanity?

It's grown slowly but

lately substantially.

Somewhere along

I lost half of my

inflated valency.

Still, they continue

congregating cowardly.

Reassuring me that

anybody who encounters me

will feel the gravity.

There was a time I had a heart

but it was torn out of me.

So instead of a beating chest

- there’s left a cavity.

Oscillating

rhythmically

every time I breathe

Humor me -

am I regular,

regularly?

Either banish me

or challenge me

to a dance routine

on a balance beam.

The proof is in the footing:

Not accepting the suggestions

you’ve suggested me.

You gave me your blessings
to teach the lesson

that you lecture me.
On how to address

any kind of confession

confessed to me.

A testable principle

if measured effectively

should assure trajectory.

P.S.

I told you already - I ain't finna study war no more!

No sir.

My Old Hen

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 04 Mar 2025 16:02:00 +0000

Cocka-doodle ding-a-ling, my old hen
she lays eggs for the railroad men
some days one, some days two
that's enough eggs for the railroad crew.

Cluck old hen, cluck and sing
she ain't laid an egg since last spring
she ain't laid an egg since the middle of fall
if this keeps up she'll starve us all.

Seeds [Leaving The Ground]

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Mon, 04 Sep 2023 04:01:00 +0000

Dear Horace,

An inaccuracy among species
of the [then] unsatisfactory theses

deliberately investigating + collaborating

rather than reacting naturally or

spontaneously without capturing.

Through separating and incentivizing

the same, lame creations

while delegating deranged arrangements

in a way that seems artificially complacent

and unrealistically inundating to explain it.

Keep maintaining estranged, auditory illusions
by using more prouder ways to cower
to morning movements,

but the hourly sequence subsequently

devoured the deepened improvements.

The last calming evening,
manifested showers

poured and replenished the feed
that careened from the drought.

This brought about a much-needed
protection and reason to invest in

testing the restless power
of seeds leaving the ground.

Thought you should know,

- Ripken Stojakovic
[Wabasha County Clerk]

Around Corners

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 06:53:00 +0000

It's hard to think when you are walking
through extremely cold temperatures.
Max trains were like bobsleds,
and the lamp post light
felt like an oven.
Don't care to see passed the
unplanned unexplained unpredictable
focal point of my life.
and what's this news about
a bunch of birds falling dead from
the sky and fish dying in the same 10 to 12
mile radius?
I'm not sure where it happened, but either
way it's still very strange nonetheless.
taking comfort in that
makes living seem more easier.

-alright pickles....do your thing!

907 at 8

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 10:13:00 +0000

finalizing initial
non-sequential small habits/
god doesn't need no love
he already has his.

the royal, the editorial
gross nature of hypocrisy/
had them all laughing as
members of the aristocracy.

an ode to the freelance,
magnetically stepping/
and a joy to behold what
we're always accepting......

Bed of Nails

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 06:30:00 +0000

white dust crept under
a desert valley.
Perched against the highest winds
known to man,
the sand flew that day.
fixated with the glow of
afternoon, traveling tents
of showmanship, and carnival acts,
drifted by,
in plain site,
to get a view of the spectacle.
All observers are lost on that one,
the traveling people commenced,
while eArth's wonder kept
performing.

-M

Sounds Like Noise

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 00:43:00 +0000

An old friend came out of the past and said hello.
The enthusiasm in her voice was unmistakeably free.
I figured that the chapter was over,
it was just being revisited.
Revising, revising
till' it turns out just right.
I missed the solstice last time it happened,
and I feel like a fool for missing out,
so I'll make sure that it's not repeated.again.
The bass is rattling in my head
and the words of poets invisibly fly through me,
....I can almost touch
the waters of oblivion.

War of 2325

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 22:18:00 +0000

elusive
45
intrusive
religion bells chime
while science
is labeled fiction.

*MJW*

Ballad of a Gin Man

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 23:06:00 +0000

Hit to death in the future head
by flaming lips plays and skips
as the dusty cd player feels the
rough terrain of oregon interstate
highways.
a girl with numb look drive
by
and take a different exit than me.
so this image is only kept as a
faded memory.
wishing energy and passion
drunkenness(yes that's how it's spelled)
could carry into sobriety.
it would make acting out a whole lot
easier. wouldn't it?
Now, hear
this:
I've never met a man who could do
Louis Armstrong impressions as good as me.
and I mean no one.
Damn, I missed my exit,
shouldn't drive and write, and think
all at the same time.

*-For Jane

MJW

Depth, Delay; Vibrato

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 20:31:00 +0000

I jumped across your picket fence
I saw the letters you spelled out in flames
your radiant pule, glow like sapphire
I can't predict your next thought
Don't undastand your actions
I try to fake it with you sometimes
to see how you react*

The underground scene of today washed up torn pieces
of newspaper you used to roll cheap tobacco when 9
drinks got you lifted to obscurity
life-form
in your own way a life-form.
hiding smiles with lipstick
you moved into a two story duplex
and found out a sorority lived
upstairs.

they introduced themselves, and left
within a week. and you ran to your
car imagining music of triumph and utter
desperation, to make your mission seem more
valuable. you veered to the left as rain
splattered your windshield.

you drove erratic in and out of nods of forgotten
sleep. rage and looting took place and you said to
your superiors "if they had been smoking jays
none of this would have ever happened."
I threw in a dip and laughed about the whole thing
as I tried to piece together the parts that made
the most sense to me. I hope that you and them can eventually
do the same.

MaChine GUn

Thank You For Not Joking

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 01:32:00 +0000

...Staring out at the neon lights on a rainy autumn
Monday at 4:00pm, can make a man feel dismissive.
The mood of the restaurant is calm and predictable.
Mini vans with fat cigarette smoking women yelling
at their children to stop kicking the seat, whiz
by in a soft teal streak of life. An old rusty dumpster
sits loudly across the street, mocking me because it
has more garbage than I have.

I sometimes fantasize about meeting my future wife
in the rain, and providing shelter to keep her dry and...
The fantasy is interrupted by the tall, skinny, beanpole
outdoors-man jingling coins in his pockets while waiting
for his food. Do women find mustaches attractive? Weird
questions like these pop up, when I can't find the right
radio station to listen to while I'm driving; which is
like all the fucking time!

The outdoors-man leaves in a car that doesn't suit him.
Haha! Holy shit, isn't that everyone's life story? Christmas
music is barely audible, while my teeth crush the last remaining
ice cubes in my plastic coca-cola cup. Damn it's really coming
down out there, God must be taking a well deserved drunken
piss.

- Sincerely,
That Little Voice in the back of your head responsible for
the flight or fight response you always ignore.

The Necessity for Change

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 22:20:00 +0000

If you always do what you always did, then you'll always get what you always got.

Ribbit

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 07:39:00 +0000

band of frogs

is croakin' outside my window.

I will be their audience.

Oregon Coastal Ranch Gunshop

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 06:30:00 +0000

I got a
polyester shuttle barn
in world war II

yeah a
polyester shuttle barn
in world war II

got a
polyester shuttle barn
in a world war II

and a
tire-swing
out back,
made just for you.

Silk September

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 10:05:00 +0000

Senile

Turbulent

Amusing

Petition

Rendition

Refreshment

Indulging

Stereo

Working

Monograph Records

Energy

Accomplishment

Satisfactory conditions

Theory of Existence

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 09:40:00 +0000

parallel universes. one side
where there was always
something and a magic god
that created everything. the
opposite side consists of
absolutely nothing..
creating and giving balance
to both parallel universes.
that is the way of things.
and comfort decides which side
we exist on.

Master Plan Master

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 03:27:00 +0000

???
Lets do it
I say
But in the middle
The middle is the best
It just looks the best to me
So that’s
What
I’ll Doo
Hehehahaha

Subterranean Dopesick News

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Mon, 31 May 2010 10:25:00 +0000

I love you all
I hate you all
Some of you
I care not for

Castles Made of Sand Never Fall Into The Sea

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Mon, 31 May 2010 08:30:00 +0000

oNe side.
oNe side.
let the warm liquid
slide! slide! slide!
down the palette
and through the throat
onto the brain
to make the moat___---___

- Recalling The Court Jester's Last Remarks Before The Lynching

When The Moon Exploded

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Mon, 31 May 2010 08:03:00 +0000

Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining
don't rob me of my artistic vision
don't build me up to burn me down
don't give me weapons with no ammunition
don't scorch the sky to blind the stars
don't eat the fruit that god named poison
don't remember my hardships
don't remember my faults

remember the love I tried to spread to all...

-Max
writing from a time of dire confusion and
uncertainty

Lesbian Baseball

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Sat, 29 May 2010 08:27:00 +0000

yoU love heR still
and why you do not know
thoughts of her traVel in circles
across the wild rivers of your
minD;

the day is a distraction.
a distraction from her:
shE leaves signs of her existence
EVERYWHERE

I'm not sayin' that everything reminds
yOu of heR
or that she is a representation of EVERYTHING...

I'm merely saying that she leaves traces
of her importance
in even the most seemingly unimportant
places
and it can be comforting
in an uncomfortable way.

I think I know you better than you,

because the last time I saw you
you were with her
and her was with you;

you girls are meant for each other.

---THE END---

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* In no way is this poem
a sign of disrespect towards anybodies
sexual orientation,

-Trampled Willis "The Grass Cutter."

noreply@blogger.com (Explorers Of The Dreamworld) — Thu, 27 May 2010 19:45:00 +0000

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