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Hi it has been a long time since I posted anything on here. I need some new(old) places to use as creative outlets. So yeah new stories should be on the way.

The Dream

There I was, on the edge of a cliff, staring into the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. The orange and red mixed near the sun, slowly fading outwards into a soft pink cloud formation. Illuminating the deep green Washington cascade valley with a wash an almost picture perfect sepia tone. A soft warm breeze wafting up the smell of pine to me. This is a day, a day worth cementing into memory.

If only I didn't have some jerks behind me yelling at me to jump or get shot. If only I didn't have all this broken skin. At least it's a perfect day. The rush of wind, the knot in my throat, the blur of the world rushing by. As I fall down not a regret or concern in my mind. The ground creeping up on me, it’s almost time to finally meet my maker.

Last thoughts; none 3,2,1 then nothing the ground never hit me! Instead I sit in a white room with white clothes on, sitting on a white pillow on the ground. A door to the left tells me that I'm not dead. Where am I? I get up slowly move towards the door, it opens as if it knows my intention was leaving. A white hall in the same fashion as the room I was in with other doors.

On each door is a word, the one closest to the right of mine says truth. Next is inspiration, and trust, belief, love, honesty, humility, and so on. I'm too intrigued to open them I just keep going down the hallway until I see one that says “This One” on it.. Stopped cold in my tracks it opens, to a beautiful  sunset valley view from a cliff. A hand touches my shoulder, turning around I see the smiling face of my girl and wonder what it was I just experienced?

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A photo posted by Micah L A Wiegand (@boxstealinghobo) on Feb 8, 2016 at 10:39pm PST

I found this in my Google drive, having written it some years ago I felt inspired to put it out there. Thank you for reading, if you are interested in my other artistic avenues I have an Instagram under the name “BoxStealingHobo” where I share my adventures with anyone who wants to participate.

The Turd Kings Demise

The Turd kings demise

once there was a magical turd, who said it herd
but a turd that had herd is preposterous indeed
with a liquid bead it told the white castle wall it didn't need
a light swim with the brown stead butt it would like a breath of air
for through this tubular hair the turd fell all naked an bear
into the care of a watery grave surrounded by a wall well behaved
all covered in smudged cloth the light entered this white cave
air rushing around and the troubled waters
made our turd think of all the hateful plotters
that pushed it out of its kingdom unaware
of turds fate in the stagnate lair!

 

As the swirl of liquid spun around our valiant king; holding his breath until there was a sting; flying through the depths of human kinds dejected; the turd felt quite rejected

Until the turd king found while floating, many more of his kind boating; a vast turd empire Ripe for the taking, but what is this the turd king was shaking.

If only the turd king had prepared a forward party or advanced guard, he would never have to look upon the retard; of an empire in ruins an decay, before he even knew it had existed that day.

Now in deep thought the turd sunk, not knowing that he was about to go thunk; on the bottom of a septic, in the backyard of a half crazed narcoleptic. THE END

some in the works-song-

 

 

What in life have we done, to deserve all we have / could it be all that fun, to have done what we’ve done /  we are just like animals!

I for one will not likely be here, for this falling out / as the trees burn down, we all sing along (to this horrid song)

take take take take more, don’t forget your poor / leave it all behind, because we all are blind

Take take take take more, and be sure / leave it all alone, while we pick at bones

of what used to be, just to remind us of all the former glory / this is what is, come on an live

but we will not likely be here, for this falling in /  as the fires burn, we sing along (to this horrid song)

take take take take it all, please stand don’t fall / stack it on our backs, our hearts are weak like shanty shacks

take take take take this song, to make sure nothing goes wrong

I for one will not likely be here, for this falling out!

Where has time gone? A Story

Awake and standing I stare down towards my moving feet, but how could I be moving with out willing it. my brain still confused from the backwards day before I try and pull my mind out of the fog left behind from sleep. staring at my feet and feeling them move I start to notice that I truly am not the one moving myself, for my muscles are not working. still focused on the oddity of being able to move with out actually using my legs I try to work against this motion. only to find out that I may be able to slow down but not stop myself. “ Don’t fight it and just let the buggers do their job” a gruff voice said. “ Who’s there” I yelled surprised I had not yet taken in account my surroundings, and in doing this had not noticed that I was out of the transparent forest and alot closer to the mountains than I was. “How long was I sleeping?” I asked the gruff voice of a creature that must have been behind me because I did not see anything but the narrow pathway through what must have been boulders. They seemed to be made of semi-translucent and fully translucent stones of varying color, which made the pathway turn colors as we moved. Soon there was a crossing of sorts in this immense boulder field there were seven new paths each with its own color pattern. There was more room here than in the first pathway so we stopped; well my legs stopped without my consent. “ Ok little plurips off ya go I think this one will be able to travel on his own” the voice said as it rounded to my field of vision. The creature that I saw was strange indeed; having a very translucent blue skin on a very human like form, there were some differences though. There was a clear bone like structure coming off the forearm and spine, and what looked like the remnants of a tail off of the base of the neck. After staring at her for along time and she at me I broke the silence after I saw what had been moving me. The plurips as she had called them looked like worms the same color as my skin, they must have acted like braces on my legs to keep me up while I slept. “ You can stand on your own I see” said the very interesting creature “ y-yes I guess I can, what is your name?” I said in a soft voice still startled by her. “ By name you mean what I am called, well it is Avrioletta” she stated with an almost musical quality to her voice “and what is your calling?” Well since she apparently had dropped the gruffness in her voice I could actually here the feminine in her voice. My calling, they way she put that was peculiar, “It has been awhile since I had to use my name, since I have been wandering along time” taking a breath “let me see, umm Marcus trist is what I am called” Speaking with a soft voice again I said “yes Marcus trist.” Avrioletta look at me with a questioning expression “ That is an odd thing to have more than one calling.” “how about I call you Trist, would you like that” she looked very happy with herself for giving me just one calling. “ Ok I guess that we will just go with that; I never liked Marcus anyways” I said with a smile on my face. Pleased with the results she proceeded to the nearest path, the pure blue colored one on the right of the junction. Holding something out into the light that she had gotten out of a pack she had on the ground, it started out blue like the light from the path but slowly turned black with a blood red ribbon in it. “ what is it you are doing Avrioletta?” “shhh you musnt bother one while they are in the midst of a path choosing or we may pick the wrong and dangerous path””just wait there until I am done, ok Trist” At this I proceeded to clam up until she had checked them all. first the blue, then the red, yellow, teal, gold, then green. “ ahh this is the one we shall take through the shifting light field, its the only one that the lead stone matches colors with” This place obviously had no specific path through it, so we walked on in silent observation.

Day Seven and it feels like Heaven

        Waking up is hard to do when the world around you feels like its moving sluggishly backwards. My mind still working on processing yesterdays events. The plant life not yielding to my weight in the meadows, and how all of a sudden someone was following me and copying my every move. Then dreams sweet numbing dreams. At that thought my eye’s snapped open and I jumped up; mistake one out of the many that I committed. Once in the air I was back on the ground, it happened so fast my mind went berserk with thoughts. How could I have moved that fast, was there anybody around me, for that mater was I a captive in a cell, but my mind settled once I saw that I was in the same dull orange treed forest I was in yesterday; Wait orange it was blue yesterday and had spars groupings of orange trees with transparent leafs. Now it has switched, unless I was just going crazy with some new drug, that might have been the reason I fell asleep so fast yesterday. At least the grass was still blue, and the mountains where still there looming in the distance. The advantage of the transparency of these trees is that I could see the mountains much better. Well ignoring the change in scenery I press on.

Towards the light behind the mountains that seems the center of this ill-gotten yet ravishingly beautiful island. As I walk on I notice that the trees are moving really slow, almost like slow-motion, also the grass was slow in receiving my foot in its unsettled grasp. After I saw this i realized that maybe just maybe they could resist my weight like a spring if they wanted to, but that didn’t account for my foot print registering slowly in the grass. Well as many theory's as I could come up with only one seemed some what cohesive; I was loosing it, like some kinda freak that couldn’t tell that he was killing people but thought they were monsters out to get him. My mind is playing tricks, and yet I continue to believe them. This branch should not be orange, but yet here it is in my hand and under my full weight but only moving downward very slowly. Even when I let go it continues to act as if I’m still there holding it. Its funny watching everything react so slowly to me kinda like I was out of the time stream, but that’s preposterous. Well time to trudge on.

As I steadily head towards the base of the mountains, still with no sign of any animals, just the plant life. I see a river of a light green colour moving, just like everything else, slowly down through the forest. Glad that I had found water to refresh me I went over to drink some. kneeling down with my cupped hands extended towards the slowly moving water hesitating just for a second then I start drinking. Only to be surprised by the flavor that hits me. The water tastes like every fruit you have ever tasted, but with even more flavors than you could label. lets just say that I drank alot of that fruity delight, and had to sit down for a couple of hours in order to be able to walk with out sloshing inside of me. After relieving myself aways away from the river I decide to follow it towards the mountains. This idea is the best one I made that day, for what was to come would utterly confuse me to the point of insanity.

The water slowly slipping by me in the slow fashion that has gone on since I started walking near it. Its really been eerily quiet down here life seems very random in showing itself in the form of animals. I have seen only a few birds that looked somewhat like parrots but their beaks split down the middle of the top beak to only circle back in a grand and perfect circle towards the top beak. Like everything else they moved very slowly and a few times i was tempted to catch one for food but couldn’t bring myself to do it. All alone now with just the water to my left and the light as my goal I meander for what seems a very extended period of time. When all of a sudden a rush of wind hits me and I fall flat on my face. It was a short but powerful gust, and after getting up and brushing the dust on me I continue. Walking the same way I was going before the wind I notice that the river is going the opposite way it was. No longer is it going down away from the mountain but it is going up and towards the mountain. I think I need a rest because everything is going backwards I can actually see my footprints before me and they disappear as I step out of them behind me. My mind is just to confused to see any logic in going some where I have already been, and so I lay down in the perfect depression of me in the grass, must have slept already…

The sixth day

Diary this morning I woke up for the first time in my life. When I woke up I had a revelation of sorts. The idea came to me slowly, really slow because by the time i got the idea to form in my head it was lunch. My my where does time go…

That was the idea that took me so long to form. I have a theory about time and what happens to it, but it came with a high price…

On an island deep in the ice of Antarctica time is. It just is. It doesn’t move forward or backward, but does both and also is totally stopped. So it is, isn’t, could be, and should be, but always is. One might think that I am just talking in circles but isn’t that what we all do when we ourselves don’t fully understand an idea when first presented with one. Its funny to think that an island is in ice, but here I stand on solid ground with blue grass under foot. Ok so this is not your typical island, for it is totally encircled by ice. Down on it you would not think it was ice up there because its so high up that it just looks like the blue sky never any clouds. On top of a nicely sized knoll of blue grass and one tree that reminds me of the lorax tree from Dr.Seuss's book. It has yellow and red boughs, with a sturdy neon blue branches and trunk. While standing on this wonderful knoll I am looking down at the expansive, and vividly colored landscape. Rolling fields of blue grass and for some weird reason brown, tan, and a dark and dirty red flowers seem to take up my immediate view. Behind that a forest of these lorax like trees plus some others that I would have to be closer to to explain in any detail, but mostly the bright blue trunked lorax tree. The forest has an interestingly eerie glow to it that I would guess is derived from the trunks of the loraxish tree. Now that I think of it the only way that this place is getting any light is from the trees, plants, and something off in the distant that is almost like a sun, but never moves. Turning around to look behind me I see more fields of the reversely colored flowers, and it turns into sand dunes after only a few miles. These dunes are well as you can guess by now not normal. They pretty much look to be a mixture of well as cliché as it is to say this, all the colors of the rainbow, or better yet every spectrum of color you could imagine and more that just blow your eyes out. Now I know that there is a beach at the end of those endless miles of sand, and a sea that is the darkest blue I have ever seen, as if it were part of the depths of the ocean. Now back to the forest cause its only forward from this point not back. After the forest there is what seems to be a mountain range, but how could that even get here?…

Well with an uneasy step I set off towards the bright light, but yet the grass doesn’t bend or stir under my feet, however odd that is I press on. Walking on top of plants cause they don’t yield to my weight is an odd phenomenon to be sure, but yet it is happening no less. Now that I have a closer look at these ugly in color, but beautiful in shape flowers I realize that it may be odd for them to be brown but not so odd as to make one just write them off as not worthy of praise. No they are more beautiful than any orchid that the world could offer. They are shaped like cursive letters each peddle a unique shape and form sprouting in every direction. Now not to forget the deep red flowers that seem to be more amazing than anything yet. With a humble shape of a deep red heart they all seem to capture what simple beauty can be, but its what is at the center of the heart that captures my attention. Gems blood red in color and cut with a master diamond cutters hand. After spending some time trying to pry one out I gave up cause like everything else they were un yielding to my whims. So carefully i moved on towards the glowing forest of blue, or blue forest as I unimaginatively called it.

Once in I stared out at the bright blue emanating off of every trunk except one, and this one was a dull orange glowing trunk with transparent foliage. By now the surprise is starting to wear off, but none of the grandeur of this little Eden has worn out. Continuing down through the forest, I am sure it was down Because there was a slight decline in my forward motion hiding the mountain from my view. Each step I took is only one more to take on the return trip if I decide to go back, but what could make me want to go back. A couple of hours into my trek I felt what I thought was the wind changing direction, but it must have stopped or was blocked by the trees cause I never felt it. Further in I noticed a sound behind me like of feet hitting the ground, but i never saw anyone. So I kept on moving. The quieter I got the noise did the same. Turning around after about an hour of being followed I hoped to catch what or whom was following me “hah” I yelled out but there was nothing but a dull glow of blue. About fifteen minutes later I herd behind me “hah” and at that I jumped into a small group of trees to hide. Waiting for ten minutes I deemed it safe to leave the small group of trees, but promptly after getting out and walking a few feet the same group of trees shook and shuddered like someone had just jumped into them. I turned around so quickly that I fell over and screamed out “ ahh don’t come any closer” As soon as the words had left my mouth now were being repeated to me out of nowhere. Startled at this I also noticed the grass was soft under my weight not hard and unyielding. My mind slow with all this new information started putting together what had happened. Sleep is a funny thing it hits you when you lest expect it. Right there on the floor of the forest I slept soundly for the first time in well a long while.