[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams (3 of 3)

 by Emmit Other

Have you ever been

Enchanted

When your mind is not your own

The best case of case of cases

Is when your will is almost there

It is at the tip of your breath

It is less than not being free

Because even the most enslaved slave

Might have luck upon escape

But if you are enchanted

Your will is not your own

Even if it is but a single compulsion

Those who have been enchanted

Will know

Of the geasa

The compulsion

The weight in your mind

Like an overbending knee

Moving your mind with an Elephant hook

Except The Hook is in Your Brain

You are the Elephant

And its purpose is to train

There have been four missions

That the bones have done so far

The first was a gas station

A way station and an inn

The jibb of rot was betrayal

We met our rival and our foe

We found the ancient tatue

And stood our own toe to toe

We gained two allies

Who with us on our journey went

And then we parted ways for a while....

The secound chorus of our stanza

Was the journey to the cult town

A quiet peaceful villagien

With somethingr rottin underground

This wa when Lord Death

Became moret han a distant shadow

He tapped me on the shoulder

And moved melike a widow

The wound in the world was healed

Good work done means more work

Thats the reward

To work for the right to work

Is that how the song goes?

And goes

And goes again....

And then we parted ways for a while....

And the third mission was through the looking glass

To the world of upside down

Where I could hear the whispers

To sometimes not make a sound

A whisper of the pulse

At the edge of the universe

Told me to keep my mouth shut

And I learned some wisdom

I am not smart

But if I take my time to think

I can be wise

And hat is better than nothing

And we found new friends and old

And wounds  were healed

And miracles bestowed

We hit every mark

And hade earned a rightful win

But then the world turned sidewase

And one roll ended it all

And so from the Blue Rook's tap

The clock was turned upside down

And I prereemmbered to make a deal

With the Archivist Below

And so I am enchanted

For a year and so I know

Once a day I check the scroll

To keep the burning at bay

And still also do the will of Death

And just try to live my day

And the universe was made right

except of course for me

For a year anda. day

I must listen

And obey

The fourth mission was special

And four doors we received

One of Strife in dungeon crawl

To an anicent viking tomb

Except somehow that was Death

So the pattern double blinds

One of mystery

And sorceryLikely the echoed orc plague

The ghoul cult seems but simpel strife

But either way the flame is clear

Fate has paid a mission

And the price you paid twice now dear

Or is it all the prophet

The rela one not you fool

Or is it the Knight errant

Or one of the crew

The Bearer of the Horn

As Roland's Tower of old

Or is it the shadow of the mystery

Of the final door of death

the roughe bleoved by death

tolerated and amused

watching aptiently

for a final lien to be crossed

ticking clocks

shooting star

will you soon be lost?

The gadgeteer triumpant

With her cat and snake a blaze

The shadow knight you do not see

Some save his name is 

The Knight of Fate is bound no lessAnd then

Kung Fu Anastasia 

Is tied to humanity's bane

A surce is a cusrse for a reason

a violation of a law

humanity has hubris

the land is the ing

the king is the land

Someone killed the royal line

The horn th ehorn th ehorn is more

than you think it is and not

Soon the necromancer

May revenant a death

To avoid a vital contract

That which fate has weft

a shotgun is a shadow

but the point of this is t his

four towers

for doors of fate

four has turned to five

is there then a final door

that we ahve not contrived

but when you are enchanted

you cannot say some things

for if you choose a certain door

obligations it will bring

But the one who spins the balance 

is the shadow fae that was a human

that is something more that leads the group

even though that is acussin

for thereis no one officially

who captains our motley band

But I lend an ear to the ground that says

You should listen to understand

[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams (2 of 3)

 by Emmit Other

Hop to the hip to the bip to the bop do the rhythm to the world

there's a rhyhtm to the world.

There's beauty in chaos

That is true 

But when a shovel hits you in the face

You forget about 

The Rhythm of the World.

Time.

Time was the one thing there was never enough of.   You were not dumb.

Not really.

You just didnt't think quikly.  

You felt the world go by

Like you were the slowest of turtles

But smarter than other people thought

And so you never got a break

And so you made your way in the world

And you became Grave Robber

And you made a pact

And the pact you made as

To repay the descration of Death

With the Sanctifaction of Death

But it took a few days

For you to understand the word Santication

But once you had it

You had it and mastered with the strength of the Eearth itself

You dug into the deeper truths

Where once you dug into thought

Then you dug into mystery 

But you do not understand this when you are awake

And you only dream it when you are asleep

And hear whipsers of voices

Vices of deep

Deep and powerful things

You hear the Dreamer

And the Dreamer is in your mind

And your mind is not built like the others

For you are the judge who refuses to call himself a Judge

But it is not a verb but. noun

And sometimes there were times

When Jstice

Was only a thing oyu could do yourself

Sometimes Kings Failed

Sometimes Churches or Priests broke their word

And in those times

The Only Justice That You Had

Was the Justice You Carried

Witin Yourself.

[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams (1 of 3)

 by Emmit Other

Dreams are where the metadata of infinity

Lives, dies and lives again

When everything is true

And a thought away

It isnt about what is real

So much as

How it connects

Turtles all the way down

Turtles all the way up

Roshomon the halls of dream

Every dreamer a lord

The Dreamer dreams the walls that stay

The Four Towers

And the Four Corners of the Earth

Cair Paravel had four thrones

Each a tower of the compass roles

Numbers are a higher octave than dream

But even dreams can have math

Even if it uses dream math 

Bojo the digger connected to a tree

Kississing Mississippi to try and be

Something other than history

Child Roland to the Dark Tower Came

A field in a million roses for each world

A golden brick road

Or was it Silver?

We're off to see the wizard

We're not in Kansas are we

Through the looking glass

And The Cults the thing

Ease on down the road

Through the Mirror

Straight on and to the second closet on the left

Till morning

The deep magic

Woudln't it be Lucky if there was a layer

On a layer 

On a layer

Its not the loop of time this time

But recursion of the infinite iteration

When you seek revenge

Dig two graves

Both of them for your enenmy

Even when your enemy

Is the Peculiar Purlple Pyram

of Porcupine Geek

Bite the head of a chicken 

Don't be so dramatic

Prestochango rearrango

The blue haze appears

And obscures the yellow sign

Hitch a ride on the Star Twin's magic carpet

And turn that frown to the Upside Down