Magical Things on Earth or Sky

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The General lit up a cigar and went over to the stereo, putting on some music by Hans Zimmer from a movie that wasn’t out yet. He poured some wine for all.

The agents sat back, awaiting the next tale, being both entertained and learning from them.

The General looked off into space. We haven’t seen Old GrandMaster West for 3 years. We presume that he is enjoying his retirement, for now and then I read an amazing newspaper headline for which my Intelligence has no answer—but the guy is now 103 years old!

“He always watched over me in my career in Field Command. Somehow, he gave me some kind of magic—or was I just one lucky son of a gun?”

“One’s outlook can make luck,” Top Secret suggested.

“Yes, some it can. I needed it all in these next 2 nuclear crises.”

“Iran?” asked Questor.

“Yes, always Iran, isn’t it?”

“They must be some kind of turning point of history.”

“Yes, they are, I mean were. Our TOE analysis had found that focus point. I’ll tell you that one after the 2 nuclear’s tales and my Last Mission.”

“Then who went on it?”

“Old West himself, after he promoted me to replace him. He killed the turning point of History that would have done in the world eventually and then retired.”

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[r.p.bibra]

Imagination 'Thy' name is Austin....salute.love&regards.ls

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Thanks for the help against the Taliban, r.p.

Oftentimes, what realizations have were born in the aspirations of the imagination in day dreams.

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The General (Rascal) softly spoke, “I don’t know why I’m still here. What turned out to be my last mission as an operative seemed as to be one that should take me to the grave. The Three Fates had met, Morta choosing the means of my death, Nona, the life threader, sewing no more, and Decima measuring the length of my life’s beginning to the end. I’ll tell it next time we meet.”

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The Wheel of Life Turns…



…And all good things [must come to an end].

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“So, my operatives there be one last tale, and then an epilogue of how the world nearly was lost… Meanwhile, see the art gallery, one of that which really never happened… yet.”

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Thousands of years come and gone, they say,
Niihau ever a forbidden paradise yet today.

[timeparticle]

The Illustrated Girl

The illustrated girl sat on the step,
as I was walking by my eyes fixed kept
staring wide open on two dice drawn
on her back, almost posing for me, gone
was my sense of time, dice began ticking
under the hand of a voluptuous blonde sitting
in glass, smiling at me, then winking,
avoiding a flirt with an artist rendition
of fantasy, I try to turn, but fixed intuition,
I must look further into the illustration.

Now all I see is this etching on the back,
of a beautiful girl, her back muscles track
with my steadfast eyes never twitching
away, moving the scenes as stories bewitching
unfold before me, pulling me in to her
tempting me, to the blonde in the glass stir
the dice, I fall into the story, casino sounds
and laughter seep into my mind, bounds
to Vegas fantasy drunken gamblers on
hot showgirls flaunting over money gone.

The blonde in the glass tells me to enter
into her world and let go of my center,
to embrace her body drenched in drinking,
as the dice rolls on the long table clicking.
She holds me tight, my breath strains
under her strong embrace, try to maintain
composure, try to escape, jolted tear
back to the steps at the park where I stare
at the girl's toned back, drawings of dice
now silent and still in the curious entice.
I walk to see the illustrated girl's face
warm smile greeting, my reluctant embrace.

Tp

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…I try to turn, but fixed intuition,
I must look further into the illustration…



The story comes alive—
The destiny of the Earth
Seen through the TOE.

My God!
It’s a future I never wish to see!
‘Tis that our fate of misfortune,
Our doom and lot to be?