Short Story
Dance of the Computer Games, The

The day was like any other day, bright. The sun was shining behind the overcast clouds and cast a gloomy shadow all around the world were the clouds where. I was sitting outside enjoying the sun and decided to get inside out of the rain. As I sat down in the chair in my apartment, I began to wonder what the world would be like if the computer games danced the happy dance of the happy people in the sick sad world that surrounds their happy land of happiness.

It was this happy, happy thought that got me to thinking about it. And as I thought about it, I drifted into the sleepless sleep that is napping. For as I lay there awake in my bed, I went to a dreamless sleep that only the dreamers can have. And in my dreams, I dreamt about the dancing computer games.

And as the dreamscape of my mind's dream was awoken into creation of my dreaming mind a world began to be created and evolve. Little was this world aware that it is nothing more than the creation of my dreaming mind. It could not fathom that it would be destroyed as soon as I awoke from my slumber. This world, this dream world of my own creation was evolving in a matter which I could not foresee, but I did control.

The day of my mind and night of my body started like most other days or so the inhabitants of the world thought. The electrons started to float over the landscape. The creatures of the world started to awaken. Slowly but surely, they took form. They were excited for to day was the night of the Dance of the Computer Games. It was the annual event that had never occurred before but no one involved realized that for they had never existed in this way before.

As the day came, the computer programs started to colalese and form. They became creatures on to themselves. And soon started to play games. They started to play games that only computers play. They started to play the mythical computer games of Shamblay. For the is what their world was called.

And as they played these games, these computer games, they learned to have fun. Soon as the fun increased, they started to jump around and move in new and different ways. They started learn how to dance, something they had never learned to do before this semi-annual tradition of dancing was created so many years ago in a time and place that existed in only the mind of the person sleeping, me.

So the dancing increased until they where all dancing and soon the dancing of the computer programs and the games of the computer programs became the dance of the dancing and gaming computer programs. This wonderful and mystical dance of the computer games continued until the early morning of my world and late into the afternoon and on untill the evening when I awoke from my restful dancing slumber. After I awoke nothing that I had dreamt was remembered and all I had dreamt was destroyed and meaningless.

The End.

Inspirational True Story
Dusty BookShelf

One day in the not so distant past of about
two weeks ago, I was sitting around my apartment. Not surprising you say
as that is what I do quite often, especially in the not so distant past.
And as I was watching reruns of NewsRadio and the epic story
lines of the Shakespearean like television show Passions,
I became aware of a dusty bookshelf.

I sat there and was transfixed on it.
The particles of dust where layered one on top of each other
and one next to each other. I looked and realized the God was on the
dust. As I stood there and watched, I felt the tears flow. I moved over
and wrote my name on the dust.

The End.

Ode To My TV

It sits there on top of its stand
It brings me things from far away
and from lands that in I will never stand.
To see it's visions I have to pay
A cable fee that I can more than stand.

My TV is a thing of wonder and bliss
That I don't think I could ever diss¹.

My TV o My TV is one of wonder
With out it I would be bored
And might be forced to travel yonder
To find the things that are Ord
Dinary to other who don't ponder
Like the great big giant gourd
On the great big wide world of Wonder.

What more can I say today
But I watch it every day
Sometimes on my birthday
Like any other day
In the month of May².


¹ - Author's Note : I understand that the word "diss" may not
be a properly recognized word by the creators of MSWord^tm. But
I feel in order to keep close to the heart and soul of this poem I have to
resort to such "street" language. I must "keep it real" to myself,
my loyal audience, and the poem.



² - Author's Note : My birthday isn't actually in May, but
I felt I could take a bit of artistic license so that the poem flowed more
naturally. By doing this I compromise the trust I have established
with the reader and I would like to make it clear that I agonized over
the decision for many hours long into the night. The decison was a hard one
and I stand by it and I feel gives the poem that much more power and authority.
I hope that the reader does not feel greatly betrayed by this deception regarding
the date of my birth. It was not my intention to deceive, but to enhance the
power and quality of the poem.