Dream The dream began at 12 o'clock, The train flew down onto the dock, The sheep, they barked, inside the wood, I would not wake up if I could. The clock striked ten at half past one, World War 4 had just begun, Adolf Hitler rode his segway, But was boiled up à la the egg-way. Now, the dream is almost over, The tundra full of new-grown clover, The atmosphere was too intense, Too bad this dream made perfect sense!

The Top At the zenith of the world, I'm the monarch of all I survey, Surrounded only by infinity Birds of prey circle, The panoramic vista, I stand taller than before, Alone in blissful isolation.

Stand-Off My eyes lock against his. We stand there on the sandy road for a few moments, waiting. The heat is causing the air around to shimmer so I have to be careful so as to not miss my chance. His body tenses but I make sure to do nothing but focus my mind. Any second now. His eyes dart to the holster on my hip and I take my chance. I throw myself sideways onto the ground just as I hear a gunshot and see the sand explode a couple of feet behind of where I was standing. I waste no time springing upwards and in a split-second I remove my gun and fire six times, emptying the cartridge, in his direction, coming to stop resting on one knee. At least four of them make contact and he falls to the ground, creating a small dust cloud as he lands. I let myself fall back from my crouched position down onto the sand and let out a sigh of relief. Looking up, the cloudless sky seems bluer than it's ever been.

Opuss Thoughts come together Beautiful words run freely And stories are shared

Problem "No problem can stand the assault of sustained thinking." - Voltaire