|"King of the Beasts?"
I said loudly to myself.
"Why my friend Bluman?"
"Though friendly as he
doesn't have a regal bone in
his hairy body."
"King of the Beasts indeed!"
We walked calmly and
quietly for a while, side by
side in what seemed like
miles and miles. As sure
as he said it would be, the
sky grew darkest night. I
knew not where we were
headed next and almost lost
my power to care.
Then Bluman turned and
|"I'm sorry you find it hard to believe what you see before your eyes as truth."
"Not everything is as what it seems, my friend."
"Do you not here a bird sing and do not see it but are sure it is a bird."
"That is easy to do, for you can link the bird and his song as one united."
"Does everything around you have to make sense in your head."
"Cannot you take things on faith and truth alone."
"Must everything here and where you are from, be black and then white."
"Your Bluman has never said or will say a lie or a falsehood to you, this way or that."
"I am Bluman and I am faithful, as I said."
"I am King of the simple ones and have no other desire than to be more than that."
"I am but a shadow of yourself." "If you had a mirror you would see the truth in what I
"Let us dive off this ledge of questions and open the real reason for your making of this
story and all of the events that have past and will come."
"Now think as your counterpart and clearer it will become."
"It is your sins that have made this so."
"Your mixed up life's state of mind that have buried us in these disjointed fairy tales."
"Think of the man that you are and the things that need confessing!"
"I am here and I will not leave you ever, though my shadow may seems to disappear for a
"If it is what you think you need, then think of me as your King."
"Ready to be the one that will not run when he hears the deepest woes
or most horrid of sinfulness."
"I will not turn away and think you less for any things you have thought or done in your
"I am Bluman." "And I am in your dream for this reason."
"Now speak no more like me, in riddles and tell me exactly the reasons why we are here."
"Say is bold and say it as your heart would have it said."
"We are as one and have always been as one."
"Confess so we may be on our way." "Confess so we may go on."
I stood dumb founded for a bit, not saying a word. Just staring at him and wondering
deep in myself. I need to let this out. I need to clean the slate of all the ills that have
weighed me down for all my years gone by. What side of me, this Bluman was, now did
not matter and in me, did not care. What mattered, was coming to a realization that my
time to deal with the beast, at my every tired and weak moment of self, had come to
pass. So rather than feeling demoralized and weary I faced myself, this Bluman, this
King, and started to talk, as if it were going to be the same gibberish that came from his
mouth. But it was me now rhyming the lines!
That only some time ago, came from my Bluman's mouth.
"Let us see what we shall see."
"Come and see the freak that be."
"Come and share, as story goes."
"Where it stops." "Well no one knows."
"Here's the pain." "Who cares for him?"
"As he wallows in the dim."
"Day by day and hour by hour."
"Look upon his world grow sour."
"Creatures come from high, from low."
"Parade his sins to friends and foe."
"Get those rotten fruits and stones."
"Bellow laughter." "Bellow groans."
"He's the one who caused this pain."
"He's the one that's half insane."
"He's the one that should be hung."
"He's the one!" "Now throw your dung!"
"Found his evils." "Come, come all."
"Found his evils." "Make the calls."
"Call your friends from miles around."
"Call the families, make the sound."
"He did err and he did flaw."
"He got caught, there is no cure."
"For his aches and for his thoughts."
"Makes no matter, he's distraught."
"Burn his wretched mind, his soul."
"Even though the church bells toll."
"Wipe his memory from your minds."
"Go forget what's left behind."
"Cut him down and leave his fowl."
"Stench of madness, here him howl."
"Hear the echo's in the trees."
"See him dying on his knees."
"Cause he dreamed of woman bare."
"Lustful bodies made him stare."
"Dreamed of ladies dressed in skin."
"Dreamed of kisses, lights were dim."
"Now his gloom is growing dark."
"Why continue?" "Why make mark?"
"On this earth where no one cares."
"All because his mind did dare."
"Thinking thoughts in all those dreams."
"Thinking thoughts and making schemes."
"How can he sin more, caught less."
"So his life wont turn to mess."
"How shall he go on as me."
"Knowing fully of this plea."
"To my God and to His son."
"Forgive me Lord for things I've done."
"In my mind and on this page."
"Lustful thoughts that came with age."
"Thoughts so vibrant, heart delights."
"Made from memories in the nights."
"Fantasies so rich and wild."
"Dreams forbidden and I smiled."
"Wake up in a pool of sweat."
"Foolish one." "Your beds now wet."
"Cry to God and make amends."
"He will punish in the end."
"Have no doubt you'll pay for these."
"Never see those yonder trees."
"God is God." "And He is right."
"Knows all things you've dreamt at night."
"Can't escape a single one."
"They are yours and they are done."
Were these my words poured out like some song of death and despair?
Was my Bluman the confessor that was more than willing to hear my woes but to hear
I realize that I had almost said words like singing a song, to this Bluman singing it almost
in a chant. With my invisible eyes tightly shut, so the streams of tears were almost
unfelt as they rolled down my cheeks.
As my lids opened, I beheld a cloud formation breaking through the darkness.
They were golden yellow's and orange trimmed cloud's.
And then for the first time since these dreams came to me, shapes began to meld and
form faces. I recognized my friend Bluman's face and then my own! Twisting and
turning and joining and taring apart, until we were separate and distinct. And more
clouds came through and turned shades of grey behind us and forming a cross.
And I cried out, "Oh my Bluman." "Oh myself."
"Is this where we are bound?"
"Oh tell my heart of me, is my Lord waiting for me to fall at His feet?"
"I know my sins are great and my soul blackened by the thoughts I have harbored since
"But what a mixed up way to send me to Your door!"
Bluman put his furry hand upon my shoulder as if it were really their and softly said, as
"Who do you really think I am?" "I am the part of you that is the comforter." "The part
of you, you latch onto every time you need that helping hand." "I am the color blue
because my part of you soaks in all of your weariness and frustrations." "I am here to
listen and keep you sane."" "Because these things we are about to face are more
terrible than any of the places we've touched upon thus far." "This is why we had to
expel your sins to clean the plate, so to speak." "Because the places we are bound are
so tempting and so delicious, if you hadn't cleansed yourself of your sins there would be
no hope of passing them, to our quest."
"Quest?" "And what would that be?"
"You might have guessed it already." "But where we go next, may tell, just the same."
"It just might."
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