figment from my imagination

The rain slips down my back as I stand in the rain, and I rejoice in the fact that spring is finally here, bringing with it all of the ideas, conflicts, and green that the newness surrounding me promises.
My dream scape is filled with a strangely clashing swirl of ideas and activity; one that features both roses and the undead, neither of which are unwelcome.
I welcome the blessed rain that we have received, along with all the many newly bloomed roses, but not the aphids that happen to plag them.
My roses (though they are really our land ladies) are in full bloom, except for the ones that over the years, (none of which I was here for) have been eaten by a horrible bush, one which my mm insists I not kill, instead leaving it to slowly absorb my roses, on after another, into the smothering darkness that is its insides. I began to exhume them today, resorting to use of the hack saw in order to remove many of the thicker branches, and have received a wonderful barrage of cuts and scratches up and down my arms in exchange for my help.
my flow of ideas has returned, and I have fully submerged myself amongst the many words that fill the pages of my well worn notebook.
My dream scape is filled with a strangely clashing swirl of ideas and activity; one that features both roses and the undead, neither of which are unwelcome. I hope yours is filled likewise, and traverse it carefully,  there are plenty of thorns hidden with in your mind as well as upon your plants.

Mothers day delema

I love my mom, I really do, but tomorrow is mothers day, and I am at a loss.
Last year I wrote her a poem, and I give her a craft almost every year, and she does of course love chocolate, but we are a low-budget family, so I can't exactly go to target and buy her some.
I want it to be something special, as her part in my life has been emphasized even more lately, in ways both good and bad.
Her part in my dram scape as of late has been that of a savor, who comes down to rescue me from the nightmares and monsters that chase me upon occasion. Just this morning she woke me from a terrible dream, chasing away the fear with her warm embrace.
She is my mentor, my guiding light, my back-up that I call in when I've gone to deep into the mire and need a little rescuing.
I wish to pay her a tribute that is worthy of someone so amazing, so wonderful, and so pertinent to my survival.
Who is it that saves you when your dream scape begins to eat you alive?
Who is it that you try and protect from the terrors of their dream scape? 
Who is it that leads you down the dark passage to safety?
Who is it that leads you back to the monsters?
Be careful out there, the terrors are real.

April showers don't exist.... at least not in Colorado.

Its raining, and has been off and on for the last two weeks, bringing with it all sorts of flowers, from the pansy's and morning glory's in my window box to the roses out in the garden.

speaking of those roses, several large blossoms of a fantastic buttery yellow, I find myself once again missing my old cat, whom played the part of older sister/confidant for most of my nearly ended childhood. I long for the older days, when life was life, that's all, and things were easy(er).
I find myself plagued by many a shadow, not of the past, but of the future soon to be, and I sink beneath the weight that is my many, many worries.
I find that my dream scape is not always a pleasant retreat, but sometimes just the perfect place for my private terrors to track me down, wedge me in a corner, and tickle me until I scream.
Be careful: the nightmares are roaming tonight, and they might find you.

wondering wanderings

I wish the world were smaller; things would be so much easier. there would be no fraud; no theft; no bad guy-good guy battles (not to say they aren't fun to read about, but STILL.) an I would have no fear.
No fear when it comes to the future; no fear when it comes to sharing my work; no fear of people stealing my work if I post my stuff here.
Sorry guys, but you will see no un-copy-written work here. (yes, I AM planning to have some published stuff, AKA, copy-written) although I have found a safe site if you would like to see any thing.
http://figment.com/users/214727-Verra-S-Dinello
Safe travels through each of your individual dream scapes; don't stay to long!

for may;

goal 1; As the zom sees it, a novel which is based off of a fantastic dream, and for those of you who have spent a lot of time around me, yes, this IS the zombie one; as far as possible, possibly hitting the 50,000 word mark. wish me luck, I'm only at 3,400!
goal two; plan for the endless stair, also a novel, that which is completely open to any and everything, seeing as i haven't started it yet, or The trials of Matthew, once again based off of a dream.
wish me luck, both in hitting my goals and finding more stuff to post.
my plants maybe?