I Had a Nightmare
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Legacy For Sale
(a prose poem)
We love you, King, for you had a Dream.
A Dream of peace and wisdom,
bringing together your tribe and mine.
You preached harmony and tolerance,
love and togetherness.
But you were taken from us by the minions of hatred,
those who would not listen to you.
Yet your Dream lived on even after you were taken,
ascended to the Promised Land
That Dream is within us who did listen.
Your Dream lived until again you were taken from us,
this time by those who now own your name.
Your children say who may quote your wisdom,
and who may reproduce your image.
They now profit from selling your name and wisdom,
and throw lawyers at those who do not pay.
The Dream, your legacy, is now for sale.
Monogamous Necro-Homo-Pedo-Bestiality
How soft you are beneath my caress.
Yet you become more and more rigid,
less yielding to empathy, to my touch.
But this is true of all of us, in the end,
for time takes its toll.
Others may call you cold,
but I do not consider you so.
You lay there and regard me without judgement
and the least I can do is return the favor.
Do you see me as I see you?
No, I know that you do not.
Do you love me as I love you?
I believe you do, although sometimes
I fear I am lying to myself.
In the end, I guess it does not matter.
For I know soon that we must part.
It will always be as it always has been,
you will return to the earth as have past lovers.
So let us make love once more
before you leave me.
Yes, there will be others after you depart.
Please understand that I love you
but I grow lonely.
So until the solitude once again
becomes too much for me to bear
I will spend all my nights alone
in respect of your memory.
Why do you just lay there?
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How Braltor Stopped the Fighting on Planet Grondox
There was a planet named Grondox.
The Grondoxians were very famous
for they were the best fighters in the galaxy.
But they were not a threat to any other planets
because they only fought each other.
Day in, and day out they skirmished.
War was a national pastime
and they taught brawling and weapon use
from kindergarten through college.
A Grondoxian only fought other Grondoxians
that were different from him.
But there was a lot of variety on the planet Grondox:
There were five sexes, and a dozen colors of people
and two dozen religions with each a dozen sects
and a hundred different nations
with each a thousand provinces and ten thousand towns
and some Grondoxians had more stuff than others.
So just about everybody hated just about everybody else
over some difference or another.
The other races in the galaxy thought Grondoxians
were very foolish, but feared to interfere
for the Grondoxians might turn their attention
to the rest of the galaxy!
But there was a very wise race known as the Vodar
and their wisest man was Braltor
who was a brilliant inventor.
He sat and meditated upon Grondox
for five and one-third star cycles.
and invented in his great wisdom the Wand of Peace.
He asked his people if they would help him
build many Wands of Peace, so he might give them
to the inhabitants of Grondox.
The Grondoxians could enchant one another
with love, unity and tolerance and live in peace.
The other Vodar rallied behind Braltor
and started mass production immediately.
So Braltor circled Grondox in a great ship
and dropped millions of Wands of Peace on its surface
so that every Grondoxian had his own Wand.
And each Grondoxian picked up a Wand of Peace
and to the horror of Braltor and every other Vodar
used it to beat another Grondoxian to death.
In the end, the best fighter of the Grondoxians
stood victorious and alone.
His race died with him
when he passed away from loneliness.
And that is how Braltor stopped the fighting on planet Grondox.
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