Saturday, May 24, 2003

Psychodelica Ballisticus:

Burn the golden motes of dreams under my eyelids,
Washed in pressure lights from the flaming dark void,
Clocks scour my peacefulness with tickbombs,
I just ignore the screaming ritual at the late altar,
The priest of prompt runs screaming at my approach,
Forlorn that I have beach eyes and surf vision,
Under the swaying palms of my whiskey breath,
Cigar smoke paints art deco illusions on an old hotel,
Sea side birds are geniuses in astrophysical freedom,
Camp fire fuel by starlit sand is a benediction from nature,
Left the stomach acid in a bell jar on my vacant desk,
Turned up the sunshine to an artistic roar,
And left burning rubber in the freedom,
Of an empty downtown parking stall,
Road-rocket to requirement-razing relief,
Trapped in the sanctified mysteries of vacation magic,
My spells will paint sunset at the beach on the walls of life,
And a burnt orange balloon is my cloud demon turned angel,
In the glorious prayers of timeless life I'm touching tonight.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/24/2003

Author's Comments:
Freedom rings!

Friday, May 23, 2003

I just spent a few minutes communing with my ancestors, at least the recent ones. It's hard to talk to ghosts, sometimes if they're your ghosts, it can cause *mist* spells in the eye region. I guess that is because we all have *Heart Magic* that get's touched very strongly by their presence. Shhhh...don't let the dragon know. Admantium would tease me no end.

The wind spells are rweally going well, early on in the crafting, but already some slight vibrations in the *Eythre* at the veil between the *BLogverse* and the *Monotnussverse*. I can already start to hear the slight *Whup, whup, whup* of turning blades in the recesses of my *underconscious* as I review the spell energy. Too bad I don't have a huge hoard of *greenspells* to throw at the problem, but what I do have will have to work on more subtle and long course levels of the *mejik* web.

Wednesday, May 21, 2003


Ahhh...made it back. The castle is just a bit dusty, but Admantium is sleeping soundly. Good dragon habit, that.

I've been convening with the wind spirits, and they've blown me over with new spells. We have a new scroll going in the *Monotnussverse* called The Great Lakes Zephyr - Wind Energy & Hydrogen Journal. In it we will be dealing with instances of Monotnussites attempts to create lightning from the power of the wind spirits, and possibly use it to break water apart into itty bitty bits too small to see, but that burn like a *Firespell* on Dragon steroids.

Monday, May 19, 2003

I've been casting so many *ecology* spells and *wind* spells I haven't had much time to update the scroll. someday I'll have to invent a *FREE TIME* spell to get some leisure minutes out of jail to hang around with a whirlin' dervish whizzyrd.

On your back floating,
Up and down and down and up,
Mist on your eyes-closed face,
Even if you open them all the world is tones of blue,
Where the water carries you is a simple guess,
Lose the clock and close the eyes just free,
In the quiet you hear with ears submerged,
Splashes tickling your face are the only lightning,
Have care this cradle could rock you endless.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/18/2003

Standing on the razor's edge between sand and surf,
The sun shines down and slows me,
Sea gull glides and flares at my feet,
Hoping I'm carrying but I'm not,
I pick up stone after stone flat and skimming,
Froth on one foot fire on the other,
Five seconds from a cool splash and body surfing Michigan,
A parasol flutters and my hair flies back,
I close my eyes and hear life sigh,
Just breezin'.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/18/2003