Song Lyrics Poetry posted May 7, 2016


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In My Dreams...

by BOO ghost

 

      IN MY DREAMS...

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 

A quartz crystal quill quenches my quarantined mind 

Subconcious thoughts scribble ten-trillion words in my dreams 

My mood ring changes to a deep purple  


IN MY DREAMS... 

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me 

My conscious thoughts are sent to sea in a rum bottle 

Faint memories of boisterous buccaneers arbitrating mutiny aboard a Norwegian Galley... 

sails stretched south from Oslo to Amsterdam 

The birch, ribbed-bow, vessel is beached beneath a rocky shale reef 

Pirates, whale, and whitetip sharks patrol these dangerous amphibious waters 

Copper toned corpses bloat, enhancing buoyancy, as the surging surf batters them against cliffs 

Carnivorous scavengers scurry across the eroded beach searching for cadaver cuisine caviar 

The hermit crab feast on eyeballs, entrails, and rotten flesh 

The maggots are appetizers, offspring of the common deer fly 

Treading water, I swim to shore and take refuge beneath a rocky crevice 

Sand fills my dockers and bloomers 

A dead Scandinavian man tells no tales 


IN MY DREAMS... 

I ran a thousand miles and everybody worshiped me... 

I want everything -- everything I want 

I collect rubies, pearls, sapphires, and jade gems in a Templar temple goblet 

The king of Oslo castle, I am... 

Where have the king's men gone? Do they not prosper from their labor? 

The Dutch wizard weaves word wisdom into granite tablets

Knowledge is given to the Viking clan 

Restless, I pace to and fro. I lack pride and empathy 

My jaw quivers as I regurgitate my supper into a marble washbasin
I despise Brockwurst liver 

Booty, slaves, and concubines have been salvaged from Kalmar castle 

Shame makes me repent, as the Keep burns to cinders 

The children, old men, and women weep 


IN MY DREAMS... 

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 

I have fallen off the farmer's hay patch wagon 
loaded with turnips, seed, and straw thistle 

I'm a native Friesland, Netherlands sharecropper boy 

Rye seeds disperse from my torn seed sack, into the dirt it disperses 

Grub for the Crow and field rat, to the wayside where nothing germinates but dust 

The crack of a whip lashes my back
It packs a wicked wallop 

I'm property of a Dutch (tycoon) plantation boss
I was auctioned at the farmer's market dirt cheap 

A misfit orphan...
my parents were decapitated by a Spaniard Conquistador's cutlass in the sea of Cortez
when I was seven 

The 'Cat-O-Nine' tails tattered whelps onto my bony flesh

Once,
I saw an old seadog,
he was keelhauled beneath the bow of a Spanish Galley,
sea barnacles brutally beat him like a flouncing tuna 

Whipped for my clumsiness,
I fell off the hay wagon and spilled the seeds which give life 


IN MY DREAMS.... 

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 

Today, I'm a mockery of the king's court
I'm a jolly jester twirling fancy ribbons amidst the courtyard and palace aqueduct 

Fortunately, I discovered a gate leading to a Borg
Better known as Fan Story castle 

It's a council,
a populous pilgrimage of writers and poets governed by the town elders 
They scribble perplexed words using colorful peacock quills filled with octopus ink
and word wisdom 

Did my shadow stain the Keep's mirrors during my hibernation? 
The crimson crusader hunts for knowledge and Dutch courage 
He prances with his candy cane staff and spontaneous laugh... 

Transparency is not a conspiracy 

I want everything -- everything I want--- 
Awe, I want everything, oh -- oh, is there room to turn me into a mortal being? 



IN MY DREAMS... 

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 

The Templar knight has lost his Peripheral vision 

Once,
I saw a flickering omnidirectional lantern, as I solicited behind a lattice window in my prison paradox 

Utterly, I was attracted to the brilliant watchtower beacon light, 
the tower where the innkeeper stood watch 
He was a drunken, dimwitted delusional stooge 
His kindred plows delta polders

My memory fades... who are my friends and foe? 

The word weaver follows his destiny and dream 

Is there room to turn me? 
Oh, oh, is all lost?
Is there room to turn me? 


IN MY DREAMS... 

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 
I built my own empire, with no color or creed 


Please, do not forsake me, I plead 

I want everything, everything I want--- 
Is there no time to turn me? 
Oh, oh--oh, oh, turn me upside down
 


IN MY DREAMS... 

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me 

Life is worthwhile, so, I smile like a cherub child 

I want everything, everything I want... 
Is there time to turn me, fans story pen pals? 


Shall I retire to my cobwebbed catacombs of my dark dungeon donjon prison for eternity? 

 

IN MY DREAMS... 

I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 
I built my own empire 


I was a squeamish Scandinavian Squire armed with a shallow smile... 

Now, I retire,
heart's desperate desire 

I want everything, everything -- I want 

IN MY DREAMS... 


I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 
I ran a thousand miles. and everybody worshiped me... 
I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me... 
I ran a thousand miles , and everybody worshiped me... 
I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me...
I ran a thousand miles, and everybody worshiped me...
                 


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