Day Dreams of a Spaced out Old Man

[Pagafyr]

I like that story! I've never heard it before. Unless you wrote it?

If not, then who did?

 

This is my own personal, none plagiarized, revised version of another story. I remembered it while thinking about the things in our own Attics the family treasures!

 

I remember the last part, the moral of the story, but I couldn't remember how it went. So I wrote with a complete new theme,.

 

I remember reading similar stories by Aesop.... Aesop's Fables. Short stories always ending with a moral.

[Pagafyr]

Father of lightning,

 

bolts so bright,

 

Words become sparks

 

in dusk's early night

 

waylaid in a fight

 

sudden was the blight

 

Ne'er a sight

 

of another with such might

 

Father lift me to the height

 

Share one last view in the night

 

where home is bright

 

Before my soul lands in Hade's spite.

 

My heart was ready

 

My head was strong

 

My arms have failed

 

now is the end of my song.

 

Fate has nothing

 

for Destiny's calls

 

each new lesson

 

ended before

 

I could crawl

 

Save my soul!

 

Let my body go!

 

For it's strings

 

hear not the harp

 

they sing like siren's

 

screams

 

calling me to battle

 

stuck in a dream.

 

Did I die

 

in bed

 

Did my heart

 

never feel

 

no pain

 

was it

 

a blade

 

or magic

 

by which I was slain.

 

Through this child

 

my thoughts emerge

 

even so I have the urge

 

to rise up

 

get to the battle

 

until our enemies be purged.

[SnowFox35]

Did you write this too? What inspired you?

[Pagafyr]

Did you write this too? What inspired you?

 

The weather outside during the later afternoon and evening.

 

Lightning streaking down creating flashes brightening the underside of the clouds. The ancient words telling us about a God who stood on a cloud with his forge nearby tossing spears down upon the ground. A Father of Greek legends. It seemed fitting since I was shown stories about how people explained lightning and rain storms to the uneducated by telling them stories about the God. Ancient Myth. Or mysteries with some truth mingled in by elders to raise their children on how important it was to stay away from puddles, Oak trees, and any ground where there's is a buzzing sound not made by any fauna or insects. No insects in sight, they too seemed to have distanced themselves from the weird language buzzing on the ground.

 

Don't stand where you hear the whispers of that god's children. It's Ionized ground about to lift and connect to the opposite power in the clouds creating LIGHTNING! If you're standing in it, you'll get a shock or die from it never knowing you did.

 

Was it a knife

 

or magic

 

that took my life.

[Pagafyr]

I spent the last few days

gazing in,

through the Window

of my monitor's skin.

 

Glossy shadows,

Bright colors,

dark media,

looking through at

some

of Cyberworld's

growing meadows.

 

Searching my PM's

Searching for my RL friends,

Searching for a companion mod,

With voice acting and a story

with which I could pretend,

I was suffering from life

calling me across a border

putting in a spot

because I was grabbed

hauled off by people

who were thinking

I was a rebel

like the rest they had captured.

 

 

Not someone with a gum ache

with a piece of food that got lodged

under a tooth in the gums.

Keeping my focus on bigger worries

helped.

 

I couldn't get the RL problem out

not even with a tooth pick.

 

A friend in need is a friend indeed,

but a friend in serious need of a dentist

not even a friend will hang about long with.

 

So my friends.

Today it's all over. The problem resolved.

So where are you now?

 

Gone off on an adventure?

An adventure you're on,

one

which I will never be able

to catch up to you until you've finished it.

 

You'll be in your graves

if I kept following

your trail,

seeing your tracks

I know you will

by the signs

if I were to try

by the time I do.

 

So I will shrink from my

fears,

instead I will hold our memories

Dear!

 

I will have good thoughts.

Have fun, don't worry about me.

 

We'll meet again.

When we all can gather,

to start the next game

as if it were just the way

life is,

we must continue to play

even when

temporarily

we've lost a good player.

 

I must get on.

the pain in my gums is almost gone.

 

I managed to get through it.

And now I have past

the Survivalist's last test.

 

The test that they gave the man

after they tortured him near to death.

 

They said to him.

 

Heal thyself Physician!

 

Yet not like him, with title of one

 

Still. I cured myself again.

[Pagafyr]

I cannot tell a lie about what's maddening me within.

 

 

If I could get up and play baseball again, I wouldn't fuss. I would get on the sandlot and kick up some dust. Then prepare to send the baseball over the fence, even if by some chance it might meet with disapproval after the ball went crashing through a window and upsetting someone's breakfast.

 

I would risk being sent back to the dugout, just to be able to hit one more home run from the sandlot.

[Pagafyr]

What do you get when you cross an Elephant with a Rhino?

[SnowFox35]

What do you get when you cross a parakeet and a chameleon?

[Pagafyr]

What do you get when you cross a parakeet and a chameleon?

 

I can't see it so I can't tell. It's camouflaged too well.

[SnowFox35]

Wait... where did it go? :tongue: