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Monday, 30 March 2026
Vegetable Aliens 3 RABBIT ATTACK!
THE BEST VIDEO GAME: Part 1
Jack was a mighty warrior. A mighty King. A leader of a nation with an army at his back - that was Jack. He was a warlord and a king, at least until he turned his laptop off because WARLORDS AND KINGS was a free to play video game, and Jack was only allowed to play the game from 6PM to 9PM and then it was time for bed unless he wanted to his mother to give him a headache.
Have a guess how old Jack is?
Let me imagine what you are thinking...
Fifteen year old lad heavily into drinking and video games?
Well, if you thought the later, you would be RIGHT.
It is his age. That is where you are wrong.
Jack was forty years old and he was still playing video games...
He lives with his mother in a right broken family.
It was a great life for Jack, in a rubbish depressing sort of way. He didn't have any real responsibilities to deal with. NICE. His only burden was that of running a fictional medieval kingdom that existed inside his computer screen and nowhere else.
Jack took breaks from his kingdom ruling only when he had to clean his room and go to work...
Jack worked in a warehouse in the dingiest most rundown sloppy dirty grimy unpleasant foulest wettest nastiest corner of the town of Fenwick.
His workmates liked to do horrible things to him...
They liked to lock him up in cupboards and hang him by his legs out of the window over the quays.
Jack didn't just hate his job.
He loathed it.
It was hard. It was ugly. He had to pick heavy things up, creates full of stinking shellfish dragged out of the sea.
And the money was bad... Jack earned about enough to keep him in pizza and beer, and to keep his mother out of his ear for an hour or three.
After having his head flushed down the toilet for the second time in the same day compliments of his lovely work colleagues Jack decided he had had enough for the day and went home. He didn't care if he was caught leaving his post early by management. In fact it was all part of his grand scheme to get himself sacked.
You see the situation was this:
His mother was strict and wouldn't allow him to quit his job. BUT if Jack got sacked then well there was not a lot his mum could do about that!
So Jack wanted to get sacked.
It was part of his life plan.
He couldn't care less about anything anymore.
The only thing Jack cared about was his laptop and his kingdom...
Jack slopped home and flopped into his bedroom. He needed a good hard session on his favourite game - Warlords and Kings.
He needed to get back into his imaginary throne which was his bed, and run his imaginary kingdom.
O how those poor peasants are going to pay as soon as Jack was back in play!
Within seconds the game was up and burning and Jack decided that he was thirsty so he grabbed a cheeky can of beer and then returned to his game: Time to kill some peasants!
O it made him feel so good being a total bastard in a video game.
It made his life worth living killing imaginary people, worth living indeed if only slightly.
He drank and he played and he played and he drank until Jack finally ran out of beer.
He took a sneaky look in his mothers fridge but there were no cans left.
DAMN IT!
This was beyond a disaster.
Jack was barely buzzing and he needed booze badly to keep the flow going.
But there was NO BOOZE!
He repeated NO BOOZE!
WOW now wait a minute? What was that in the back of the fridge there?
A bottle of purple G-Juice?
On the label it was written: THIS IS THE PURE STUFF!
It belonged to his mother but well, when did that ever bother Jack?
He grabbed the bottle and glugged it back...
If Jack was a man of the world he would have known to NEVER drink G-Juice like that.
But Jack was not a man of the world.
He was a man of his bedroom, and that was that.
And so when he had finished drinking the bottle of G-Juice he collapsed and blacked out for a good long time.
When he woke up again he was lying inside a cold dark stone dungeon...
That's right!
A DUNGEON!
No this was not his dirty stinky bedroom with socks on the floor and an untidy bed.
NO.
He was lying inside a LITERAL stone medieval dungeon!
What had happened?
Sitting up he moaned: 'How much did I drink?'
Jack was not alone inside the dungeon. There was a shady looking man in a robe and a hood standing in the corner and he was looking at jack with his flashing green catlike eyes.
Jack was afraid, and he had good right to be.
'Who are you?' Jack said to the stranger in a trembling voice.
'Sir Kreep,' the shady hooded man replied. 'What's your name, son?'
'I am Jack,' said Jack, still trembling.
'I don't think that is your true name,' said Sir Kreep. 'You have got another name haven't you?'
'No!' said Jack stammering, almost chocking on his words.
'I think I have seen you around here before,' said Sir Kreep determinedly. 'You are him, ain't you? You are the guy who runs this kingdom right? Yes! That is you right there right now. What is it that you like to usually call yourself? King J the Death King, something silly like that? I remember you, sitting on your bed eating your chips and looking down on us poor folk. You liked killing us peasant's didn't you, King J the Death King? Well you look at you now! Seems you have ended up in the dungeon. How sad for you. How happy for me. Do you know why I am in this dungeon, King J the Death King? You put me here. That's right. You burned my village down. You murdered my family. But you let me live locking me up to keep the memory of your horror alive. You are a really nasty piece of work ain't you Jack?'
'It was just me playing a video game! It wasn't real!'
Sir Kreep lifted up his arms and made an O shape with his mouth and then he said, 'A video game, hey? Is that your excuse son? Does this look like a video game right now? Do I look like someone who is part of a video game to you? NO. Everything evil you did was real in our world at least. And now you are going to pay for your evil deeds.'
'I beg you not to do this to me!'
'O! Begging will do you no good boy. Everything bad you can ever image is going to happen to you! So buckle up boy! Hard times are ahead!'
Jack woke up in his bed!
Thank goodness for that! It was all just a horrible dream.
How wonderful!
'That was the worst dream I have ever had,' said Jack out loud.
And then a sinister voice said under his bed:
O how you wish it were a dream...
...No more dreams for you boy...
And then Sir Kreep creeped out from under the bed and grabbed Jack tightly with his bony clawed hands so Jack could not run away. 'I am going to haunt you, Jack,' said Sir Kreep. 'I am going to haunt you for the rest of your days...'
And so begins the horrible nightmare that would become Jack's life...
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
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Friday, 27 March 2026
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Monday, 23 March 2026
Vegetable Aliens 2 The Rescue !
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The Day The Sea Fell Silent
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Sunday, 8 March 2026
Rooster Man !
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My old poems can be found following this link:
I am writing all of my new poems here. This is an ongoing work and words will be added as time goes by. Thank you.
The following set of poems will eventually be used in my book simply titled: OPEN. The book is far from finished but I am happy for the poems and the words to be placed here for people to read freely whenever they wish. Best wishes, SWW.
SO WE BEGIN
1. For there is in life a thousand beautiful marvellous things, marvellous things that stings, much a full of things, that brings many marvellous things...
2. I like to dream a dream of thy face, thy many faces gleaming in the dews - what a mirror thy do use, as thou gleam in those many dews and diffuse thy gorgeous aroma into the skies...
3. Thy face, I knew, thou smile. Thy smile is to me a thousand different dreams, a life in a life. I dream my life, with thee, I dream my life. Thou art a dream... dream - please. Live my dream as thou lives - my dream please live. And as thou live, let me live, with thy gorgeous grace.
4. Thy face, Gorgeous grace. I live with thou - beauteous in sleep and dreams. And in sleep thy sleep with dreams of joy. Please enjoy your dreams as I, please be like I. Let me live your dreams.
5. For in thy face... Thy beauteous face, a dream is born of dreams - in thy face are dreams. Thy face is love, and thy face lives the dream, the dream of my love, my love my dream. No sweeter dream than thy love, thy brighter love, thy face my dream, no sweeter dream than my love.
6. For what are thy, my dream, my lovely sleep, my eyes eye, my dream. For in thy deepest bloom, my look becomes a doom in thy loveliest depths, thy vibrant depths, and thy colours become like my every step, for every step is thy step again and again, thy step thy heart that beats, my life with you it sleeps, forever with you, it sleeps as though it were awake with every light in the world.
7. Such stories make me wish I was there, as fair and fine as the air. The air in whose breath I receive, the many stories I weave. Thou might forget me, as time forgets thee - but I will never forget yea, and you will live forever as the tides are breathing in me, living inside of me. As long as the waters are beside me there will always be a story in the debris, O please, a story in the breeze, a story of the seas, a story if you please!
8. I remember that night when they came...
Long ago...
It was a wonderful night with a gentle moon above.
I remember it well...
The light came in through the window - but it was not the light of the moon to which my eyes were drawn.
I walked towards it.
It was beautiful to me.
And that was when I met them!
Fair and far they came - they taught me the secret of it.
I walked with them, beneath the moon, beneath the sun - they taught me the right of it.
With them I learned the light of it.
The joy of it.
There is light in dark and light beyond.
O I am so fond of those light folk from yonder.
Now I am home again, and everything is a strain.
They said they would return.
So I sit and wait by my window every noon,
Waiting for them to come back, to come back soon,
They said they would return,
They have not returned.
So I sleep by my quill and wait as much as I will,
I dream of them still, and I always will, I dream of them
In the night so still...
I dream of them.
9. I miss my music box...
But now I live among the rocks,
Down by the gulls,
Up with the gulls,
The old lighthouse stands and sweeps the floors at night with its lights
and it sleeps always in the daylight, it sleeps, except me... I never sleep.
Across the water I can see the arch of an old cave long drowned by the waves. I like to ponder what lay yonder, it helps the nights to wonder about that place where none no longer wander.
Then there came a day like any other day, but yet like no other day I have lived before.
There was a bottle washed up by the sea, and it came straight to me.
My hand moved before curiosity hand a chance to play its game and before my mind could even be given the chance to awaken I had the lid off, pulled out straight away.
There was a parchment inside - a single leaf of paper, and it read:
READ ME LATER.
And there were notes, musical notes written beneath.
By the blessing of a boon I could play a tune, and so I found my flute and played.
O I played and I played to the sound of the waves O how I played.
Then the gulls fell silent - the seas became calm.
And there was the cave revealed to me beyond the waters yonder.
I reached it by way of the rocks.
I crept my way down.
There was not a sound.
And there inside, waiting for me, there it was my old music box!
O my there it was, my music box there it was just for me...
Time for home for me, away from the sea, it was time for home for me.
Away from the rocks, because I had my music box, it was time for home for me.
10. There is nothing quite like what you are, brighter than the brightest star. The darkness has no hold over you, you shine the whole night through. There is nothing I admire more than you ruler of the skies your light is true...
11. For there is life in life and love livelier than love, in a single breath that thy take, let it make, a life as lovely as thee.
12. I see something that is not always seen, but should always be seen, the dream of thee in songs awake.
13. To thee time is like a mirror, as thy grow, thy soar, thy fly, so much has gone by, under thy eye, as thy limbs reach to the sky thou art a world among worlds. There is nothing stronger than thee, and nothing that quite inspires as much as thee for there is nothing greater to see as thy limbs cradle the world, your beauty unfurled, you cradle the world and stand mighty for all to see.
14. Ruby red rivers, divine, and in whose grace thy dine. Thy face blushes in a hundred mirrors gleaming in thy dew clad rivers. Thy mirrors are dreaming rivers... By jove! What a sight! Thy light, so bright, tonight, your light this night delight!
15. For there is in thy, thy little eye, thy eye, a thing to be seen yet always seen, glory unto thee thy glorious thing. For in thee there lives something that has to be seen! Colour. Life. Thou breath without strife! And yet there it is - without strife there is no life, and without life there is no sight, and without sight there is no sight of thee, or thy glory, my glorious glow, go, and live!
16. There is a light flashing in my heart. My mind is like the breeze it wishes to float with the seas - O please, let my songs fly with the seas... 'Not yet for thee!' silent songs singing in my mind... They are not yet ready for thee, dear sea, though thou waters do grace me as they face me I would disgrace thee to be in thy waters. Not yet for me, fair sea, not yet for me! But one day I will be with thee, dear sea, with thee, and my song will breathe in thy waves. But not yet for me, dear sea, not yet for me nor for thee, so farewell my dear sea.
17. It was long ago when I saw a face like yours in the mirror, and yet there is no mirror that could paint a face clearer and so fair seeming as thou. No matter how much a dreamer can dream, there is no mirror that would ever hold something dearer, something sheerer than the picture of the fair face that is there looking at me now. O dear mirror! How I wish I could still be with you now!
18. I weep in the fair lightness of thy tender face, thy grace, I weep for thy face, where in thy dewdrops dance a thousand stars and a thousand stars dance among a thousand stars they dance, in thy face, in the dew drops where the stars are, in space, that live in thy face, thy face, space, so much to chase thy face - in which all light blooms.
19. No painting will ever be bright enough or right enough to reflect the gorgeous light that shines in the heart of thee… And never could I ever write enough that would ever be quite enough to reflect the glorious light in thee.
20. I wish my thoughts and your thoughts could dance together, hand in hand, like dreams living between the stars!
21. All around the grass is green and in the mud flows all things that have ever been - lives lived and still yet not seen. They crown each other, life and light, and in the water their reflections dream. No lovelier sight has there ever been seen, thy scarlet flight, thy sight, thy right, in whose rays we all delight, praise the skies for all that has ever been, thou art the finest thing I have ever seen...
22. Thou sleep like one who is awake, for thou art awake, awake in thy dreams and my dreams. I see you: bright and sparkling - I hear you: gentle and fair. O I do declare thou are as important as the air and maybe I might even dare, and you might not be aware, as remarkable as the dreams in my and thy sleep.
23. There was a time when we danced to this or to that, and there was a time I remember even before that - when thy voice purified the air, O I do declare! Thou voice did adjust the air with a thousand million beats, with such things I cannot repeat - for they would uplift the heart with thy soul - to places untold - with no return. For thou would never return - will thou not return? Thou would breathe in place where thou would never return... Will thou I pray not return to me?
24. Let thine warm green arms embrace thee! Walk in me! Sing in me! Let thy songs join my songs, and we will sing as one. We will sing in the morning, and we sill sing at night, we will sing throughout the day in full delight. Turn left and right, thy steps are yours, and thy songs will endure like mountains, and like the sea, so walk with me in my green infinity.
25. The rain feeds thee and the rain eats thee. Thou rise and fall with time. And when time opens a door thou falls, thou dances, thou sings, and in thy ripples thy bring such joy to the mirror that swims in the face of thee. So tell me, in thy ripples, how long thou hast danced, tell me please how long thou hast danced! And you tell me - 'I have danced for as long as there has been a moon, and for as long as the sun has kissed the grass - for as long as thou bent and painted the stars above the heads of all things - O what joy it brings! To dance even when nothing sings! In times young and old, good and kind, I will always dance, whenever there is a chance, to show my stance with the wind and the sun and the moon.
26. I am glad that your feet are walking here! The touch of your steps is a beautiful thing. I will lead thee through my silven ways. Follow me! Let me lead thee. Look left and right. All ways are the same. A mirror of a beautiful mirror, a mirror shining with a dream! O hear the song! Here is a home where you never need feel alone! Let me show you my home! Let thy feet sing the songs that have gone before - because you have it all, thy dreams thy rest thy dreams, may thy rest please in the gleams that gleam in the leaves with the trees and by the foxglove please, thy warblers and thy wrens please O please dance with me and be at ease here in the glen that sees a home for all so please - follow me follow! Down the road and up the road - follow and maybe we will see tomorrow, the glorious things beyond the trees, such sights as these that haunt the mind in the deepest dreams they wait for us beyond the veil tomorrow.
27. If there are dreams deeper than these things that I see... then o please, play them for me. O Lady and Lord of dreams who active all dreams in the seams of life and time, tween the cracks of life and all things sly, where a vagabond can lie beneath a tree and live a lie in their sleep with their dreams, so wondrous dreams - what it is to live a dream! So please, leaders of dreams, please, wake me up o please, wake me up and send me to sleep - please Lord and Lady of dreams, let me have dreams as fair and as far as all things I have seen, taint the glory of what has been, and paint it with the fury of the wildest thing - O please! Lords of dreams - let me live in the seams of life and death, with my last breath, let me die with dreams marvellous and with depth, and let me live in a dream forever without debt. Let me live my dreams.
28. Steps. Glorious! Glorious steps! Steps that rise are the best things, they test thee, they watch thee. They are a match for thee! With each step that goes up thou think again, one more step! One more step... Thou must take the step. Thou must earn the step. She the light held my hand! With her hand the steps became a dance! And eventually the dance became a dream! UP. UP! Upwards we walked, between each mountain claw, O one could watch with awe! But thy eyes are better left focused, on the steps and the dance. Without the dance there is NO chance. The steps will beat thee. But if one walks or strides as one dances, and I say again taking no chances for the gloom to take hold of thee, and if thou advances, like the sun raises the grasses and the branches on a tree, thou will have answers that will beat the answers of chancers and you will see something as glorious as the sea.
29. Is it even possible to walk across clouds? I have watched stars. And I have looked and I have dreamed to look beyond the veils of the mind and time. I see the light that dances this way and that. I see bridges of madness and, maddening joy. Bridges born of insanity without rhyme and without time. I see them leap. I see them cross without meaning. And stars as mighty as life lean on their back. If such a thing can gleam on the shoulders of something that cannot be seen, without the aid of a dream, and yet all things can live by it and with it and through it, then maybe one can walk upon a cloud. Maybe a dream is not enough. Maybe one must be without life and without death. Maybe one must be like the sleeper without debt - whole and free, travelling gloriously. O to travel free - like a star, I know that is you and me, let us fly and sing like a star!
30. Look at the sky! I can tell you why there are so many stars. Each star is a hope and a dream birthed by a single beam that beat in the heart of a single living thing, a
bird and a beast and a man in the woods, a star born in the moors. And as we walk we see more! In each star I see a smile. In each star I see a tear. Behind each star I see a shadow, and something else not quite clear. But I know thy vibrances will win and appear. But then I see a shadow drop into the dark. A dream... a thought... gone forever. That is how it is. Thou light, my life, thou light, gone forever. Devour such dreams the darkness must - without thee no light would be just. And yet I must stand and think as my latest dream drifts away, how could it end this way? I saw thee. And I heard thee. I had a thousand dreams of thee - where you lived in a thousand colours of thee and lived a thousand lives as thee. Thou face, resplendent, thy smile as wonderful as the sun. How could thou drift away from me? How could thee drift into the dark. How could the shadows consume thee? One minute in space thy light is as bright as life, thy face as bright as life thy laugh as glorious as the sight of the stars. And then thy face became space - dropping into the shadows, forever, I have lost thee in the shadows.
31. And there it was! Glorious and fair! As sweet as the air that we drink in, as naturally as the fish that swim, as fine as wine o sweet and divine! I should say nay to thee, NAY! But yet I say yay, for as I sup thy mouth ringeth in thy ear - thy singeth hooray! Such joy do thy say! The sound of thee is like the river, like the water in the river like the mountains, like the stone in the rock like the moss on the rock like the tear in the rose - in the flower - that drops and sings and flies to the sky and with the sun and the moon, as they swoon, tickle the clouds and say hi! Please cry for me! Cry! Sadness and joy cry, don't sigh. Joy and sadness as one - especially as they meet as one, won, battle over, no wars to lose, just tears to sooth and in their infinite waters make apple trees fly and fruit-filled things lie for all to eye, something that belongs to no sky... rise up and say nigh, the night so night - betwixt moon and sky, high, I shall never die, between thy arms grey and thy belly so gay shall I never be blind to the joy in thy rind, fly without me if I do not see it, the joy in thy dream, thy fruit, beneath the sunbeam, my dream, thou dream? Thy dream! Our dream. Let's dream our dream, our dream tonight. Let's dream out dream with delight!
32. I want to make it beautiful so that people, no matter who or where, can drift into the dream of it!
33. God sleeps in the softest soul and speaks in the wildest mind. For there in the heart of things is the delight of things! Quiet corners hide the brightest things. The wildest things! The silent things. The best of things. In such things wonders bring the brighter lighter touch of things. And in the wildest jumpiest lights a gentle voice sings, the loudest voice brings the gentlest things. O merry praise the bluebells at spring, so sing, at spring or sing! Thy wildest voice o bring! Thy gentle lament of things, the loveliest things thou bring. I sing thee now to soft sleep.
34. Four walls.
GLOOM: to the left of me to the right of me, before and behind - GLOOM - as I grew up that was what was at the side of me - no matter what side of me I faced things.
And then I awoke and now I see such things - such things:
Compare me to a dream, won't thee? How about I compare thee to a dream?
I won't.
I don't want to.
For you are so fine.
I share thy light, this night, as I dream tonight of our dance in the night, beneath the moonlight, as a I dance and I dream of blue...
And in thy blue hues are the dreams the weavers use in their tapestries - the blue ink that makes the pen think - I see the dream of you, the dream in blue, the gleam that the skies use when the sun does diffuse the dream that the flowers drink - and just before the sun does sink I see the fields of blue and they BLOOM.
BLOOM.
35. (Proceed from here) I am not quite the age I used to be and I have changed in ways I never thought I would be. And yet I still find this sight that is always glad to me - your face that I see, thy smile, o how you smile, for so many a mile between grass and sea, thy smile is all I wish to see, in thy wiles thy heart beats with glee, for the sight and the joy of thee, thy smile kissed by the sun, forever un between the grass and the sea.
36: I go where the water flows because it knows, where it goes... Its roads are the tunnels in my veins and they echo inside the chambers of my heart - my light my heart my light! As bright as the sun glimmering in thy face and as gentle as your waves. May your waves wave forever! I will always be ready for you...
37. Thy waves are dreams and it is such things as these that my feet spring with joy to sing upon, for in such dreams as these thy daisy clad arms bring gleams of joy such gleams that dream in all memories that have ever been, indeed they gleam, but most of all such dreams gleam in my memory though stars of the fields thou bright stars among the waves, every daisy so proud to gleam in the green as bright as a star!
38. I didn't think I could be cheerier as my feet stepped out upon the wavy blades of thy grasses, till I found the road that led to thy gates - O! I was not too late! So happy am I to see thy gates, thy walls, thy ivy clad walls, see the foxglove glad in thy gardens! The pale green gleam of thy windows. A thousand lives and then mine has thou glass perceived, and in such souls a thousand happy songs conceived - I walk gently across the grass as humble as the stones from what you were made, I must say I stand as humble as thy stones, proud gates gentle flowers, here I shall rest my bones...
39.
There is a song in the water - every pool sings! We must find them all!
I wait for you (hinting at the Rudwin's journey when he visits the region).
[compare country scenes to the rise and fall of nobility]
[The whole thing is like a memory of the parts of the Trials of Rudwin - for example - and there was the Hill where we beat the Galagans - and there we met them and led them across the Rift - the spirit of the voice flies towards Hamlet - and once in Hamlet have the work revolve around a soul (Rudwin) and follow it's energy on its path.]
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