O.T.C.B.M.I.a.S.T.B. by Judo at All poetry

Hey batter, batter!

My friends and I are playing Baseball and my team is losing.

Strike 1!

Strike 2!

Strike 3! You're out!

I'm up to bat. I have the bat, gripping my hands tightly like a boa
Constrictor wrapping it self very tightly on it's prey. The pithcer pitches the
Ball. I swing, only missing the ball smacking me in my face. It was like a
Hard hammer hammering nails fiercly into wood. I black out, lying on the
Dusty fields of the park.

I open my eyes again. Nothing. I close them. I open my eyes again. I'm on a
Deserted road. I pick myself up. I look around. Everything surronding me
Looks old.

Where am I?

That's the question I ask myself.

Around me are carts and wheelbarrows and not too far from where I stand
Is a sign.

I rush to it, the leaves on the trees whistling as I pass by. I finally come to
A halt. I stare at the sign in pure shock. It said:

Wanted: January 15, 1929

Negro slaves running free.
When found, send to court and decide penalty:

Jail, Prison, The Gallows or Execution.

Reward: 78,000 pounds

Warning: Any White man who helps a colored
Shall be hanged and burned.

My eyes seamed with tears like sticky juice spilling from a watermelon.

I could not believe I was in the Middle of the Great Depression. All of this
Was truly horrible. But what was I to do? I'm only 13. I'm white and how
Am I supposed to help these poor people. Before I could think of what to
Do, THUMP.

A large watermelon fell on my head. I spin a bit and fall to the ground.
As it occurs, I see a distance away from me, a negor looking straight at
Me. My eyes weaken and close, as if there was no moon and there was
Darkness leaping into the world.

I wake up again. Instead of being back home, I'm in a diffrent place. I'm
On soft wavy grass, like seaweed waving valiantly in the ocean.
Hapiness is all around and not a bit of sadness in the air.

I run, happy, and laughing
The sun soaring over my head in gladness
But suddenly the sun flares and blazes intensly
Leaving only me
Having not the slightest idea to make this stop
I have no idea what is wrong.

Suddenly, a paper appears to my feet
And on the front page it says:

The Gleeful Paper November 2,1963

PRESIDENT JOHN F. KENNEDY BRUTALLY ASSASINATED

I stare in horror as my eyes read the caption numerous times
I'm in a dark bad time
And the murderer could be anywhere
I ask myself questionably,
How can the world be happy with light
And suddenly sad, deathly and murder in the darkness
That is supposed to be blocked by plenty of happiness?
That I do not know.

I get up and run across the field my feet are on
Thin brocolli like grass blades sepearating quickly as I pass by
I'm fine but then I run into what I think is blue paint
But really a blue pole.

A black abyss surrounding once again
But color sears through the darkness
And I have myself standing in the middle of a busy street.

I hear a HUMMMM getting louder and louder towards me
And I run as fast as I can
And land on the hard pavement of the sidewalk.

I pick myself up
I walk very queitly
Suddenly, I feel a soft rumble
I don't know what is causing this to happen
But I start walking faster
Scared and nervous
For whatever the up coming event that shall occur very shortly
It could mean only 2 words:

DEATH & DANGER
I start to sweat as my legs keep going alive
And suddenly I smell something hot and burnt.

I look down at the street and see hot orange liquid rushing down
The street;
LAVA!!!!!!!!
It is the day of when Mt. Saint Helens erupted in May 18, 1980!
My heart beat rapidly
Swinging back and forth wildly
As if someone were boxing a punching bag.

I ran as fast as I could but some lava comes in front of me and I slip and
Fall on the
Piercing hot tamale sauce
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is like being put on the frying pan
Being strapped on it with onions and peppers and spices.

I'm starting to fade away
But then the darkness comes again.

My dying body is spining 'round and'round and finally
My body stops at a complete and sudden halt.

I open my eyes,
I'm lying on the baseball diamond
Everyone in a circle
Eyes fixed on me
I had been knocked out for only a short period of time
But I had had a long dream that seemed very real and like an a
Adventure
Everyone sighed with relief that I was okay.

I guess dreams can just seem like you're awake
And can take you on an adventure.

They helped pick me up
And we played some more baseball
Even though I had a bruised eye
I could still play out like a winner.