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Woke up after dreaming a dream,

Of some sort of Oedipus scheme…

It’s happened before

But one I deplore,

Got a warning in the midst, it wasn’t keen.

I woke up to low blood sugar,

Is that why this dream was a booger?

Can’t always control

What the projectionist rolls,

The subject can be “badder” or “gooder.”

My dreams tend to work ’round a scheme,

Can’t always tell what they mean…

Like driving really far

In an open-front car,

Or with a windshield that never stays clean!

I seem to “prefer” flood waters,

Without the comfort of otters…

While flying aloft

Or driving oft

Through the edges with no sounding spotters.

Entrances and holes become smaller,

Which I wiggle through, growing taller…

One never knows

Where a passage goes,

It changes down each new “holler.”

I see a lot of trains and ships

And people in quick “film clips…”

Mostly on the move,

Little time to soothe

Emotional vict’ries and slips.

The outside observer of dreams

May posit a view on the means…

I sometimes enjoy

Being the little boy,

Depending on the projector-man’s schemes!

–Jonathan Caswell



In the midst of an old man’s fantasy

About a young girl he adored…

He realized, woe is me,

What if her innocence were ignored?

An elder or a younger man,

With evil on the mind…

Could take her as a mere trophy

Then cast the wreckage behind!

He began to pray unto his Lord

Sincere and fervently…

To keep his adored from such pain,

At least ’til maturity.

Too many young ones taken

By evil men for lust,

Are broken down and lose their souls…

Betrayed by unknowing trust.

The innocence of childhood

In a body that looks adult…

Still needs to be protected,

Not cheated by craft and guilt.

He enjoyed the innocent laughter

That the young woman produced…

Ashamed of his own thoughts after,

How he wished she was ne’er seduced

To give up what and whom she was,

For a single time of loss…

Until the time she could willingly

Love a man who was worth the cost!

He had no daughters, neither sons,

But he felt a burden true…

Praying to protect the innocent ones

Including perhaps you, too.

–Jonathan Caswell