"DREAMLAND: Poetry by JTK.CA" ::: © JTK.CA

"DREAMLAND: Poetry by JTK.CA"
© http://JTK.CA

Dedicated to Andree de Villers (http://ANDREEdeVILLERS.com)

JTK.CA
=
JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
Creative Adventurer

Visit http://JTK.CA for all his
Creative Adventures





"BLACK SMOKE"
© http://JTK.CA

I could hear my brain
Squeaking against my skull
As a house within a house
Burned.

Orange flames
Gave way to black smoke.

One house remained.





"EVENING DREAM"
© http://JTK.CA

You did it all
While I did nothing.
Together, we're a perfect team.

You killed with your knives
While I philosophized,
Pronouncing you "sinners" and me "clean."

Your power grew
And you overthrew
The opponent of your murderous cause.

You instilled in me
The fear of you,
And I became a slave to all of your laws.

A stunning statue
Was taken down
From her pedestal and brought to me.

Told to kiss her, I did.
And just as you'd said,
From bronze she fled to humanity.

She held close to me,
Her new master,
Loving me more than I loved her.

I wanted satisfaction.
She was my cure.
I lusted for no one but her.

And we, unaware of the transaction--
The cure became poison
In the middle of our passion.

This love was a diversion.
As you went on killing,
I worshipped an idol you'd made for my distraction.

You did it all
While I did nothing.
Together, we're a perfect team.

You killed with your knives
While I made love to lies,
Forgetting all the evil I had seen.





"MY SINS WERE COVERED ONCE FOR ALL TIME"
© http://JTK.CA

It seems, within the past year or so,
That whenever I finally get my waking life in order,
Wicked dreams come to haunt me,
But I won't let Satan taunt me.
These immoral mental mirages
Only remind me of my need for Christ.
Sorry, Satan; you blew it again!





"PROPHECY (A Dream)"
© http://JTK.CA

My heart fell prey to the gutter of Hell,
Hoping no witnesses, if any would tell.

Attempting to wash myself without the blood of Christ,
I went in search of a washroom that couldn't be found.
Forgetting that Jesus has paid my price,
I went searching for cleansing where confusion abounds.

Soon lost, I became trapped in a tube
But refused to be found.

Down through the chute of an unplanned fate,
I shot down through the sky around half past eight.
Falling with speed through the p.m. sky--
Immediate, sudden transformation!--
I became a policeman of the future,
Falling through the a.m. sky.
Wait, wasn't it p.m.?
No, it was both.
Dreams lie on a different plane of reality.

After landing in the city,
I began my patrol of the streets.

I became a person of brutality
When I saw your stupidity.
Grabbing your idol when you turned your back,
I decided to show you reality.

You turned around to an enemy.
I'm the one who beat you bloody, black & blue,
Soon forgetting about reality,
But consumed with the thought of killing you.

Caught in the act of a murderous rage,
I turned in my bloodied officer's badge
As I awoke from a dream all too true,
A dream about me and you.

Taking on the form of an authority,
I, the unwashed fool,
Got back at you
For my own stupidity.





"SKY SOCCER AND KILLER SQUIRRELS"
© http://JTK.CA

Sometimes I wish I could record my dreams.
They often rival Hollywood's special effects.

I just woke up from a dream of Sky Soccer.
I was floating a thousand feet above the ground
Playing soccer with my fellow levitating athletes,
But I could never quite kick the ball
Because I was floating higher than the others.

This atmospheric game was a diversion
As I was on the run from a fiendish adversary.

A monkey who used to be my friend
Had fallen away to the dark side,
And set his sites on me
As his number one enemy.

Yes, I was on the run from a killer monkey,
Who, as the dream went on, became a killer squirrel.

Just as the killer squirrel was closing in on me,
I wished I wasn't a mile down the road from
The luxury condo I found along the way.
I just saw the squirrel attack a giant tortoise
In a puddle near the gas station;
So I knew I had to run again.

So much for that new job at the factory
Where I didn't have a clue what they made!

The squirrel's eyes saw me,
Glowed red,
And moved in for the kill!

Fortunately, I woke up, just in time,
And found myself in the wrong bed in the wrong house,
And it dawned on me,
"I've just woken into
Another dream."





"ANCIENT ATHENS STILL EXISTS"
© http://JTK.CA

Racing to the FINISH
Of a race he never entered,
The naked fool runs naked down the track.

Dashing toward the end
Of an all-important race,
The naked athletes run clothed in flesh and bone.

The race is over.
An athlete won.
A naked fool runs naked into the rest of his naked life.





"DECEPTION FROM A DREAM"
© http://JTK.CA

After tying for second in a running race,
We stood in our line of two to receive our prizes,
And I learned of your feminine lust
And the love it despises.

Not in ancient Athens,
We were fully clothed,
But in our short, little line,
With your back to me,
You pressed me up tight against the wall
And fondled my gender with your buttocks.

And after the line broke up
As I'm sure you intended
I noticed how inviting your voluptuous breasts were
And tried to keep my hands to myself.

Later, as you headed for home,
I caught up to you
And asked for your number and your name,
And without an ounce of shame
You said no and walked away.

We shared a moment of pleasure,
You and I.
But what did it mean
If I'm not still with you?
I don't even know your name.
I'm glad it was just a dream.





"CHARBROILED HAIKU"
© http://JTK.CA

The fire in your eyes
Draws me in and burns my heart
When you say good-bye





"LIVING IN A DREAM WORLD"
© http://JTK.CA


I hear someone calling,
But there's no one there.
I'm looking all around me,
But I'm going nowhere.
I'm seeking a woman
Whom I can't find.
I'm living in a dream world;
I'm living in my mind.

Living in a dream world --
It's a worthless endeavour.
Living in a dream world --
It's like a straight-falling feather.
Living in a dream world --
It's always worse, it's never better.

I'm looking for a shelter
In a fantasy land.
Looking for her this way,
I'll never hold her hand.
I'm seeking a love
That I can't find.
I'm living in a dream world;
I'm living in my mind.

Living in a dream world --
It's a worthless endeavour.
Living in a dream world --
It's like a straight-falling feather.
Living in a dream world --
It's always worse, it's never better.




"HOW WE CHANGE AS TIME GOES BY
(To my friends, two sisters)"
© http://JTK.CA

Sitting here
By two gorgeous little icons of you

Two of my reasons for living
One is distant
One is missing
And both have been broken

I remember when you two were best friends
But sibling revelry
Turned to sibling rivalry
Turned to sibling warfare

I miss the love you shared with me
But most of all I miss
The love you shared with each other

Two of my reasons for living
One is distant
One is missing
And both have been broken

Now a different man than I was in the days we shared
I miss the love we shared as three
Sitting here alone
By two gorgeous little icons of who you used to be





"A DREAM"
© http://JTK.CA

I can't give you names or numbers.
I'd rather play games with your mind.
I hope that you're willing to find her yourself
'Cause I'm supposed to be deaf and blind to her
Whereabouts.

I can't give your dreams foundations.
I'm here to stop you at every turn.
I hope that you're willing to learn
She's not the issue at all.

We were never meant to be.
I wish that you'd just leave.
But first I must make your frustration complete.
I expect she's forgotten you too.

We were never meant to be.
I wish you'd open your eyes and see
I'm standing here with you
But my heart is far away.

I can't give you names or numbers.
I'd rather play games with your mind.
I hope that you're willing to find her yourself
'Cause I'm supposed to be deaf and blind to her
Whereabouts.

I can't give your dreams foundations.
I'm here to stop you at every turn.
I hope that you're willing to learn
She's not the issue at all.

“SENTI-MENTAL DREAMSCAPE” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

Wow! I just woke up from an incredible dream, full of me choking up a few times and crying at profundities, seeing a simple roadside photo of a fence with wooden posts and barbed wire and tree branches poking through that formed the face of Jesus. I showed it to others. They couldn’t see Jesus’ face. They just saw the fence. But, in the dream, I had a hallucination of an old friend (Dean Cluett) from our years in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, and I showed it to him and he saw Jesus’ face in the branches. Music was throughout the dream. It always seeps in because I sleep to my fave iTunes tracks on Shuffle. While Serena Ryder was singing “Blown Like The Wind At Night” I professed that she’s on my Fantasy Wife list, telling that to another character in my dream. Bruce Cockburn was singing “Pangs Of Love,” with his lyrics, “I came so far around the world ... ” mixing with my fond memories of my childhood years on Cape Breton Island. From this dream filter, I was overwhelmed by the thought of how we all are fathered many times over temporally and geographically. Father, grandfather, great grandfather, etc. The whole epic scale of the history of how we each individually came to be who we are — that whole epic scale overwhelmed me. I love my dreams. They’re always full of incredible detail. They were HD before there was HD. But this particular dream was jam-packed, and for a change, characters in the dream weren’t trying to kill me. — Jonathan Tad Ketchen

"HOUSE OF PRAYER (Inspired by a Dream)"

"HOUSE OF PRAYER (Inspired by a Dream)"
by JTK.CA
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In my dream, I was in a group of believers,
The kind in which the leader asked us questions.

I began to give my answer.

Like a leaping frog missing his lily pad,
I stumbled over my words as I tripped on my prayer mat of truth.

My own voice awakened myself from the dream,
As, from dreamland to reality,
I continued to speak out my explanation
Of what I had tried to say in the house of prayer.

In the end, all I could croak out was,
"It sounded more eloquent in my head."

Even, in my dream, my thoughts were more true,
Until I stood up, to answer the question,
With that creepy, insidious, little motive of
Being praised by men.

Sometimes, God sweeps away my house of cards,
My tower of words, my attempt to impress even him.
He is not fond of towers of babble.

Silence is sometimes the most beautiful thing for God to hear,
As we, with nothing to offer, come to him just to be in his presence.
He doesn't need our flowery words.
In the silence, he can still read our hearts.
After all, that is where he has chosen to live,
So, he has no trouble reading the writing on the walls.

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"ANOTHER WEIRD DREAM...IS THERE ANY OTHER KIND?" ::: © JTK.CA

"ANOTHER WEIRD DREAM...IS THERE ANY OTHER KIND?"
by JTK.CA
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I just had a weird dream. The last words I remember are, "Friends, Romans, countrymen; give me your potatoes!"

I was saying it in the dream, because I was sort of trying to remember one of my favourite FAR SIDE cartoons, with Patrick Henry at the dinner table with his family. He's standing up, and his wife says something like, "Sit down Patrick Henry! Enough with the 'give me potatoes or give me death!'"

I used to be addicted to THE FAR SIDE by Gary Larson. I had all his books up to that point, and I had each and every cartoon panel memorized. My college roommate would give me FAR SIDE quizzes to entertain our friends. When I could, from memory, describe any random cartoon drawing or recite word-for-word every word in a random cartoon, our friends' jaws would drop to the floor in disbelief.

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Tad's Note:
To my "Friends, Romans, countrymen; give me your potatoes!"
my brother Mike wrote back:
"Cogito ergo potato. I think, therefore I yam."

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"DREAMCATCHER" ::: © JTK.CA

"DREAMCATCHER"
by JTK.CA
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Some of my weirdest and some of my most profound writings were inspired by dreams.

What a relief to wake up from tonight's dream and discover it was only a dream. My barbed tongue had ripped through someone's feelings and put a distance between us. My uninhibited openness is a gift and a danger. It's a Christmas present teetering on the edge of a cliff. Perhaps the dream was God's way of confirming his call on my life to be open and honest, while, at the same time, not letting myself fall prey to my own vanity. He reminded me, "You know you suffer from a tact deficiency, so think before you speak. And don't let your pride be a barrier from holding back your tongue when it wants to dance out words."

I'm also glad it was only a dream, because the cat that we were repeatedly trapping and popping full of pills, really did look the worse for wear. In fact, I don't think he made it.

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“YOU GOT TOO CLOSE TO THE WHIRLPOOL OF WORDS AND GOT SUCKED IN” ::: © JTK.CA

You Got Too Close to the Whirlpool of Words and Got Sucked in
Tad (JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudeCreations.com)
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN

Crying in the purple suction of words • They told you
help is a dead man’s dream • They lied and you — the
trusting child you are — believed them • So never will
you know what it’s like to swim muscle by muscle
pounding your way through the splashing water — life in
liquid form — drink up adventure — hard work works
hard toward the dream and almost touches grasping at
air — an inch from victory — until a muscle stretches in
final force tearing and gold is seized — the pain of
tortured tendons and a torn muscle immediately forgotten
in the joy of anticipation quenched in reality • But
never will you know what it’s like to seize the
impossible • They told you life is a dead man’s dream •
And you believed them

"ROAD TRIP WITH SHATNER AND NIMOY: STRANGE DREAM" ::: TAD is JTK.CA NudistPoet ::: Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen

"ROAD TRIP WITH SHATNER AND NIMOY: STRANGE DREAM"
TAD is JTK.CA NudistPoet
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen

Having watched William Shatner's "THE CAPTAINS," earlier in the day, probably explains the very weird dream I had, later on, about being on a road trip with William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy. At first, I thought Shatner was a bad driver, until Nimoy took the wheel, turning it into one of those dreams in which I almost died. And at the rest stop restaurant, Nimoy ran his finger and thumb along my butter knife, and then complained that it made a mess of his fingers. I said to him, "Leonard, you're a very weird man, but it's probably the fact that you're such a weird man that makes you such a phenomenal actor." I also thought of telling him my favourite of his lines, ever, was in "STAR TREK VI: THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY," when he said, "I've been dead before," but I guess I woke up before I could tell him. -- © Tad "JTK.CA" NudistPoet (Jonathan Tad Ketchen) ( http://JTK.CA )

"ANALYZE THIS DREAM" ::: © JTK.CA

ANALYZE THIS DREAM. I was trapped inside three intertwined metallic Christmas trees, trying to extricate myself, without getting my eyes poked out by all the metal needles and metal branches. Eventually my brothers Mike & Steve helped guide me out, since I was keeping my eyes closed, for safety. My dreams are so weird! ;-P -- © JTK.CA

 

“HAMMERHEAD (MOMAW NADON)” by JTK.CA ::: I just woke up from a dream about my Hammerhead (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Momaw_Nadon) action figure, so I had to photograph him for you.

“HAMMERHEAD (MOMAW NADON)” by http://JTK.CA

I just woke up from a dream about my Hammerhead (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Momaw_Nadon) action figure, so I had to photograph him for you.

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© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
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Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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"MY BEARD HAS A BEARD" ::: © JTK.CA

 "MY BEARD HAS A BEARD" ::: © JTK.CA

It's time to shave my neck
Because my beard has a beard.
I might find me a lady
If I didn't look so weird.
I had a dream last night
That a girl found me hot,
And that's how I know
It was a dream.

I'll trade in my self-loathing
For a little self-respect.
And I'll start it off
By shaving my neck.

JTK.CA

A Typical Jonathan Tad Ketchen Weird Dream:

I was in a choir and didn’t know my part, so was faking it, mouthing the words. Then I broke into interpretive dance. The choir director asked what the fuck I was doing, and I broke into tears about how I felt oppressed by the guy next to me in the choir, even though secretly I was depending on him because he knew the music and I was falling back on his competence. Now I’m thinking, I must have been a social justice warrior in my dream, blaming everything and everyone else on imagined repression, rather than just learning my own damn part in the music. 🤣🤣🤣

"CERTAINTY AND JOY" ::: © JTK.CA

"CERTAINTY AND JOY"
by JTK.CA
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I just woke up from a dream,
A weird, weird dream:
Are there any other kind?

I was discouraged, and down,
Feeling like my life would amount to nothing.
But Mom encouraged me,
"Don't worry dear,
You're so very talented and have a bright, bright future."

Overjoyed, I exclaimed,
"D'ya mean like Carrot Top?"

She smiled,
"Yes, Darling,
Just like Carrot Top."

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TAD'S NOTE:
As you know, one of my stage names is "NudistPoet";
but if I'm not weird enough for you,
check out the comic genius of
Carrot Top!
http://CarrotTop.com

"BOBA FETT WALKS ACROSS A SERENE SCI-FI LANDSCAPE" by JTK.CA

Dad (twitter.com/RevDavidKetchen) was a Presbyterian pastor, so it is not uncommon for my dreams to be set in former church buildings or hybrids of former church buildings. In my last dream session, I had a weird one. The carpet throughout the church was ordinary, but there was a small patch in the narthex (lobby) that was Boba Fett carpet. Yes, you read that right. Out in the sanctuary, where the carpet was normal, I noticed an empty space in the carpet, so I went out to the narthex, cut out a piece of the Boba Fett carpet, and perfectly filled the carpet hole in the sanctuary with Boba Fett walking across some serene sci-fi landscape.

Then the dream got REALLY weird. One of the church elders showed up, and it was U.S. Senator Lindsey Graham. Yeah, I told you my dreams are weird. He was incensed with Boba Fett carpet in the narthex and ripped it off the floor, yelling, "Do you know what this is?" And all I could think was, I hope he doesn't notice what I did in the sanctuary.

-- Jonathan Tad Ketchen (bitly.com/AllMyDreamsAreWeird)

“A” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (http://JTK.CA) ::: I designed this capital “A” logo to look like a highway. My dream is to sell it to @Acura. Otherwise, I’ll just keep it for myself, since I have sometimes used it for the “A” in the title of my poem “HIGHWAY OF THE SOUL” which I also used as a tag line for my JTK.CA website. ::: #Acura ::: However, @Acura, if you’re interested in buying the logo, it would make my life! My contact info is below. Thanks.

“A” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (http://JTK.CA)

I designed this capital “A” logo to look like a highway. My dream is to sell it to @Acura. Otherwise, I’ll just keep it for myself, since I have sometimes used it for the “A” in the title of my poem “HIGHWAY OF THE SOUL” which I also used as a tag line for my JTK.CA website.

#Acura

However, @Acura, if you’re interested in buying the logo, it would make my life! My contact info is below. Thanks.

© http://JTK.CA
Tad “JTK.CA” NudistPoet
(http://NudeCreations.com)
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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519-­780-1057 (Home)
Tad@NudistPoet.com
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"ANTS" by JTK.CA

I just had a dream, in which Mr. Bailey, our high school gym teacher, hired me to vacuum a carpet covered with ants. I tried to quit, but he wouldn't let me.

I'm insane; just go with it ;-P

I think the dream was just my carpet's way of saying vacuum me. Don't worry, it is not covered with ants, at least not yet. I'd better vacuum soon to keep the prophecy from coming true.

Funny thing is I used to vacuum carpet for a living, and I love vacuuming. The only problem is getting myself to start.

© JTK.CA
( Copyright, yeah. Like anyone would steal it ;-P )

"SYMPHONY OF BACH AND QUACK" ::: © JTK.CA

"SYMPHONY OF BACH AND QUACK"
by JTK.CA
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I just had a weird dream of
Chickens and ducks being ushered into heaven.
The chickens were singing Bach...Bach, Bach, Bach.
But it was really amusing to hear the ducks
Quacking their hymns.

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Just woke up from a dream in which I came down a geometrically strange rocky staircase inside a building. When I got to the bottom, I started singing, as if in an opera, "Is not this staircase the most astounding piece of architecture you've ever seen? I think I want to marry it!" Yes. All my dreams are weird, but that one cracked me up inside. 🤣💖

"OBEDIENCE EPIPHANY" ::: © JTK.CA

"OBEDIENCE EPIPHANY"
by JTK.CA
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I just had an epiphany.

I said to my computer,
"Would you obey me, please?"

Then I heard a voice from heaven say,
"Good luck with that!"

Later on, in a dream,
I heard a voice from heaven say,
"Would you obey me, please?"

I said, "I don't know where to start."
So, instead, he changed my heart.

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"I HAVE DECIDED" ::: © JTK.CA

"I HAVE DECIDED"
by JTK.CA
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I have decided to be content with my insecurity,
Happy with uncertainty.
Such are the rights of life--
Pleasure and pain cohabit,
Making us alive,
Making us human,
Making us true to reality.

Reality supersedes us.
My understanding changes nothing.
God was before I am, yet in his heart
I will always be,
For I am his dream--
Not some fantasy of perfection,
But a complex, dance of destiny,
A high-speed chase of love.

I am God's poem,
And these words I type
Are a mere muddied reflection
Of how he sees me.

The world says God is dead.
The world is almost right--
They just have the tense wrong.
The truth is
God "was" dead
For you and me on a cross of shame.
For you and me
He traded his life
For "our" destiny.
That's true love.
And true love conquers all--even death.

He rose again in glory,
Conquering death once for all.
A pure, free gift of love
Offered to every breathing human being.
Accept the gift or deny it,
Because God will never let you buy it.
He bought it for you
With his own blood.

To us, death "was" a wall,
A finality.
Through Christ's sacrifice,
He has turned death from a wall into a door.
He is "the way, the truth...the life,"
The only way to the Father.*

Our future rests in Jesus,
And so do we.

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*John 14:6

The song “Sound of a Woman” by @Kiesza is dream-enhancing sonic perfection!