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Are You Not Brave / Writing exercise / L.N.

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Last night I had a crazy dream, not even half of it good though
I must preface by saying, I'm in love - don't worry, this is far from a Love Note
Lola Nash is her name, but back to the dream, a land of lakes and twisting brooks
An orphic place of Luring Numinous, from Lea's Neverending, to Labyrinthine Nooks
I was in the tavern, diffidently sipping mead from a faux-golden cup
Languishing Noticeably, when I was suddenly approached by the Local Nut
There this ogre stood with his oafish mug - gawking at me, saying squat
Then - a tremendous belch, I Laughed Noisily, coughed and gave him a Lazy Nod
He sat besides me ... "Listen Neighbor, might you part with any extra fairy-dust"?
This made me a Little Nervous, but the portly fellow couldn't be Less Nefarious
I untwisted a Lachrymiform Napkin, and gave him a pinch of effervescent matter
"Bless you Squire ... you ever heard of Lord Niflheim, the Legendary Necromancer?"
Tiring of this Leper's Natter, I was sure i'd run him through in a moment
Be it King, or Queen or Lonely Nomad, I don't have time for Ludicrous Notions
But when he produced a curious amulet, i felt compelled to let him finish
"Take a look" - so i did, 4 Lions, Necks stretched inside a Luminescent Nimbus
"Niflheim gave me this blessed trinket, alas, it can only be used by the brave"
"Hold it in a Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, kneel, and speak Lucifers Name"
I asked, "but what will happen?" - then his jolly smile turned to blackest scorn
Glaring past that Long Nose, that boil-ridden snot-encrusted, Lurching Naricorn
"Are you not brave?" His voice was deep and smooth, it hit me like a sedative
"You should Leave Now" - he seemed less a friendly drunk, more a Lifelong Nemesis
"Oh I am, I'm going to the Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, would Mister like to come?"
Suddenly the room was icy, misty, as though we were swimming in Liquid Nitrogen
But I could feel the panic rising, that caustic anxiety strumming my throat
"It's alright Squire, follow me" - again, his voice as soft as a Lullabye's Note
I did, it was hard to keep up; an odd sight this plump chap skipping swiftly
Through a forest thick and windy, till there they were, 50 mushrooms Lilting Nimbly
The air was bitter, filmy, I couldn't decide if it was scanty or venomous
I forced a breath anyway, then picked a mushroom from its Lacteous Nebula
It was like a Lingering Nightmare, like viewing the world through smokey glass
I said, "Let's Not do this" ... "But Squire, are you not in love with Lola Nash?"
My heart, it froze, collapsed, I'd so-far helmed my sanity: he capsized the vessel
I felt Limp, Naked, looked at my palm, no mushroom, instead the amulet Lightly Nestled
"Look No further than this - are you not brave? Then you must make the darkest vow"
"In Lucifers Name" - imbued with a shame so wretched, my stomach felt like Lava Now
I knelt, perhaps out of love, perhaps I just wanted this Hell to be finished
Oh ... who am i kidding? I spoke Lucifers Name because I'm a Lecherous Nitwit
Thunder and lightning, the violent roar of the forest ensued, I was helpless
Then i was whisked away through some refulgent conduit, some Luminous Nexus
I awoke abruptly, flustered, I hurdled over my duvet feeling desperate, awful
Later, Nontheless, after a few soporific classes, my day was Lenitive, Normal
But the dream was vivid still, i couldn't wait to get my love alone at last
After the bell rung, I Loitered Nervously, and then I saw her: Lola Nash
I said, with impeccable eloquence, "Sup bitch, how bout we get our freak on"
Her reply was simple but poignant, I think you'll agree: she said, "dream on"

The Train Station.

midnight iron, snaking out like specters fingers, then melting in the mist
i would like to think their odyssey is over, and that they welcome the abyss
as tender as a kiss, these shingles and their watermarks - they speak to me
almost secretly ... a hundred years gone, a hundred years of grief to be
and what unsung tales have these puffs of brisk-departing smoke imbibed?
what many stories could be told and why - do open eyes behold them - blind?
those ochre tiles, tanned to character-perfection, by nervous cigarettes
scratches, dirt and hints of sweat; the signatures of phantoms, in swirls and pirouettes.
a beggars nose gulps coffee steam - snobbily, from her sumptuous throne of trash
no gumption's prone to last, but no one thought to tell Her Majesty; she couldn't stoke the ash
i guess it's a macabre song, this with such a gulfing jaw, that challenges one
to turn one's back on the Sun ... then chase the wheels of a pram as it tractors along
or amass with the throng - no better coat than the Rorschach smudge of busy strangers
no distance greater; backwards, forward, backwards, forward; forward with the width of vapor
i watch the tired carriages, shrugging along their shouldered clouds of people
eighty tons of frozen faces, homeless-nameless ... and I can't see one ounce of evil
i think, maybe, they're just like me ... you know? - trying to unravel truth
about life, about death - but ... what the Hell do I know ...? I'm merely passing through

The Cybertronian War - PART ONE (SixShots Uprising)

Scavenging half dead planets. Barely clinging to life with metallic hands
Condemed to this rusted junkian planet for being subordinate to Galvatron plans
Cosmic atmosphere's barely breathable. Exhaust fumes depleted passed refuel
Who would think the extravagant lackluster battle against Ultra Magus would be my last duel?
My ranks steadily on decline. While Blitwing made a gut-wrenching power move
I'd side with StarScream but he still thinks 2nd in command is cool.
Envied Megatron's Ruled. Iron fists tactics. Knew I'd never squeal on my comrades
Despite the water boarding. Ironhide never got info outside of military dog tags
the gutless attacks were relentess. Optimus Prime's strategic warfare primitive at best
I was One Cybertronic laser beam away from blowing the matrix right outta his chest
Empowered by dark engergon with an explosive nature to rep the Decepticon emblem
scrolled through the long list of allies, while fully trusting none of 'em
Enlisted that Engergon-grabbing, double-talking Swindle simply
until he was spotted at Autobot City fraternizing with the enemy
Obliterate. Destroy. Recharge. Repeat. the hitlist was embedded on my cerebellum
Warpath, Sunstreaker, Bronz, Bumblee. Knew none were on my level
so I acquired the combaticons and left StarScream, that arrogant punk, behind
& stormed Teletran One. disrupted the signaling and malfunctioned its design
but the backup generation kicked in and supplied energon boosts through the station
so I took out Blaster and his legion of cassette tapes to disengage satellite communications
then the combaticons flanked the rear entrance; oil carcinogens protruding from gaseous exposure
That left 15% of the autobot personnel buried beneath the cave smashed by the bolders
So we continued the attack the same force that made StarScream obsolete
Counterstrikes were meek at the best, this time Megatron won't command us to retreat
So I deployed Thrust, Derge, Cyclonus, and the stunticons to continue the punishment
& trampled over the carcasses but someone forgot the dinobots were under it
because energon charged my drunken ambition the pursuit continued to level all foe
Perplexed antics led the reckless confrontations, but Tripticon was near invisible
Who fired off 20 cluster missiles leaving Grimlock and Snarl extinct beyond recognition
Back into the far east of Autobots HQ, Optimus Prime recanted regretted his decision
So I strutted up to prime with the guns blazin and realized Bruticus AWOL on this mission
the vacancy left was quickly filled by Menacer who took over that the position
Next recruits saw Astrotrain, Blitwing, and Octane barricading the corridors with combustible toxins
send message back to Galvatron but Shockwave managed to scrambling it up again
Even contacted SoundWave to deploy Lazerbeak and Ratbat to decode the message clearly
despite the failed communication and sabotaged espionage attempts, Galvatron could finally hear me
So I continued the relentless attack, on the verge of the Autobot demise
but understood treachery lurked amongst my lieutenants; Jetfire's the most I despise
cause he infiltrated the decipticons ranks masquerading as one of our allies
before I could give the Kill orders. I'd have to irradicate and expose his disguise