The Geelo Dome, part 2 of 4

So why give something back to those who betrayed them? It was just in their nature, and their grace, knowing that some day they may help another angel from falling. And every day a handful of ink on the field and another glass piece laid down. The minions now had no concept of time since they now had the ability to travel three times in all aspects of the day, and these three times, could let these night walkers to the point of being mischievous but they all knew that this dome was needed and actually cared immensely to those in the light of the day. And words, words would be honoured in the glass pieces, a poem:

To those who seek the light of day

With angels and the union who frequently play

together in time of joyfulness and will

The ones who protect those who stand still.

And every word of this poem was etched on every single glass piece a minion would lay down on the dome. And three times, a minion could create, their souls would be absorbed through the field of various colours and they rest there until one day they could be watered by a living angel once the dome was completed. The colours began to melt into a colour of colours of all species and natures and rainbows in our world, there was yellow and blue and mctorquoise too. A little rad and red and bent out of lemon. Batches of flowers were these minions and there was lilac and syracuse and venture and edapuss. The minions kept working for three times and were gone. To create glass above and even rivers and shrubs beyond. This dome was unlike any zoo or museum, or anything really happening down in Hamburgerville but whatever remained in the hearts and souls of the groundlessly doomed. And inch by inch of glass and sacrifice made for every colour, the centre began to be noticeable to the angels in the left and the right. Not completely invisible but a presence and every day minions would work continuously and the angels never saw past their peripherals but slowly began to smell the roses and the daffodils and the yellowchins and the appledim. They could taste the air fresher than pudding or tapioca or pizza or pie. Every day passed and the angels could see the colours and remember the fallen until one day the dome was only needing four more pieces of glass to make the waterfalls and the ground dirt was beginning to moisten. There were only three minions left and all three of them, had only 1 cloak left, they had used up the previous two cloaks and so, the last minions put one glass on, then another and then finally the only last one left they could manage but couldn't complete the masterpiece.  

Part 3 of 4,  at  7:15    01-15-15

The Geelo Dome, part 3 of 4

But, there was one piece not covered by glass and the minions felt they had failed and the angels were unable to see the centre until something was placed upon the open openness. And then a shining purple moon, almost like the sun, filled the open space to give light inside the dome. Then the angels saw. They saw the magnificent. The others saw the fields waiting to be watered, for there were no rain only vast waterfalls streaming all over inside the dome. Different named waterfalls for angels that would lead and angels that had been lost and angels who helped minions before their fall. And under each and every name there was a poem. There was a poem for Henky and Josh and Tyler and Losh. One for Heather and Tim and Jacob and Limbe. And three verses for Larry, and Carry, and Mosh and Frosh. And the angels would read and tell their baby angels the stories.

The land was full of decrepit paste

Where those who speak were shunned so deep

A land with no future no glory no haste

Where the angels had fallen would creep

There was Asher and Mancy and Kathy and Joe

Even Rebecca and Tasha and Comby and Alone

Ted was the first and his brother, no foe

And a healthy bucket of welcoming Shaloms

The land by it self could not prepare together

Since only the minions could understand what was forth

So the angels took from the waterfalls and gave to the dirt

Lives of the fallen, who had built this in a tremendous birth

Those minions lived like us

So true and so fair

And every son and daughter began to prepare

They took from the falls of water and transformed the dirt

And so, with every splash of water placed on the ground, the being of the minions would grow and grow fast. A minion of many colours in flowers and cloth, and even a nice big home-cooked collected pot. Whatever was needed by the angel was given, by the water and purple moon that had broth life to the angels and minions and to grow and to grow. There was no room for the rich and wealthy angels, for their bellies grew bigger outside the dome and still were made to look left and not right. These cats are not needed in the purple sun dome, for the peace and harmony were shared by the ones who remained honest, even as a minion, wishing to help even the hopeless fool.

The colours amazing, so bright and so true. They began to grow flowers just like you. Gather up a dozen doilies and give to a friend, where the waterfalls were blooming such ancient known horticulture for man. Like peppernomes and yepperdomes and even sometimes you could see a red zefersong. And the people played these harmonicas, and guitars from the tree shrubs hanging over top and the small angels were taught by the minions by book of a lot. It was a book of only little pages, a tiny book, that was picked up only when the moon was shining and the book was read as the sun and moon went down. These minions they wrote the story of creation, how the dome was created and how the purple sun and moon appeared only by virtue, a small chance living without the last minion's glass. The trees were not tall but bared just the paper they produce. Stories like “fiddle and riddles”, and books just for you. The first one you picked off the tree smelt oh so fresh and when you opened it, you were always on the right page, laid out for you by this intellect of a tremendous draping tree. Every time you smelt the growing colourful grass it would be so perfect and every sense an angel had, could smell and see and even close their eyes and still be able to guide themselves as the minions would guide them from the minions that the angels had watered from the immense waterfalls. Buckets and buckets and walkers and throwers and even a mountain of late night bloomers.

No longer this city known to be Hamburgerville, but the city now, Home of the Dome and angels from every parts of the land, like the Hemopers and the Jacobsons and the Titanium Goddesses and even, on a dreary day, the dome would welcome, through the sliding glass door, the Plangers and the Wiscots, who began making their own dome in townships all over the non dome, god given, land.

And for those outside the dome, were beasts who swelled for the money the minions had been pushed around for and fallen, they ate and they drank and grew jolly and fat and laughed in the wrong and thought they knew the world, since the only thing they saw, the colour orangeandgreen in their opaque kazoos. For they would never be angels nor minions, only flames of a match box, sparked with greed til they turn up disappeared in a shadow that would haunt only themselves in self doom.

Part 3 of 4, 8:00pm  01-15-15

The Geelo Dome, part 4 of 4

But the capital city of Home of the Dome, as the angels call it Veelo and the minions called it Geelo, would grow and grow and the dome miraculously became larger and larger with ladders made by the Evergrowing Evergreens and they made domettes and domers to live with their kin and continue attaining water from the falls oh so many to feed the minions that had created the land. The minions would guide them and everything was created by the living angels from what every single hard working fallen angel had allowed to be created. There were no hammers or saws, a splash of water and it was created. When a waterfall would seize up and freeze on a coldish night, which they would every two months, the angels would pray to the minions who created.

Oh though those,

who we once threw away

please speak with us now

and forget all the pain

You have given us it all

and we have taken it humbly

for when you freeze we pray

and please let us feed you again

We feed you your creation

We feed you with love

We feed you with our prayers

And remember, who thou were and thus.

And the waterfalls began to rush and more water came than before, and the minions remembered just who they were. An angel, not demon nor fat cat nor beasts, they were people just like you and me. People in peace.

The dome was infinite and many made more from different lands but there would never be a Geelo quite like it again. For these minions were those who began something new. To perish their sins and make themselves true. No industry, no fights, no people making wrongs nor mis-rights. No sympathy for the outsiders drinking rum and scotch and cognac, no death, no forgots or dismay. A utopia thus was made.

And every angel ate what the minions provided. Apples, litche, spirals and flambe. No one grew fat, no one unhealthy, no one left hungry or unpampered or even unfed for a day. The angels looked back at the time when they would not see centre and held hands all together one daily time to the minions of misplay, which was not the minion who got in the way.

Now don't get over anxious, since this story is being told, you create your own dome and you share it with those. A tea or coffee, or remmy or lisp, drink it all slowly and be in the company of the minions, forever to hold. Forever in the midst.

*thank you*

The Geelo Dome, part 1 of 4

This wonderful dream I had last night, I knew exactly what happened and it made sense to me, I could see, I could feel it, I could live my dream last night. And you know what it was...I will tell you in just a minute but at this point I am spinning on the top of the world and do not know whence I speak. But here it goes. The dream, I was floating over a grass field, an empty field, a field that bare no grass nor gravel. Just dirt in the day and mud when it rained. And I felt it, the next hall of fame for this city of Hamburgerville and its minions, well, at least only the minions that came out at night. Angels lived in the morning and the minions would play at night trying to sacrifice themselves to the destruction of Hamburgerville. No, no there weren't any hamburgers in this city, at least that I know of, but there is more to read than just the mischief gossips and the barren wastelands. But how to accomplish this without sounding repetitive. What do we need, What do we need, what do we need? And I dream. And I spin. And it was real. But do not smite those words, this dream came through.

And we're on...

This glass dome we created as a centre stage for the downtown core of Hamburgerville across the ocean of Tadah. The new hall of fame, the field began to become barren and it survived. How did we do this? Well. Those minions that draped and droned every night started creating the dome while during the day, having to sneak past the angels with immense precise accuracy that the view of the angel was no longer in the way of seeing minions but only imagining that they only came out at night. The angels were blind to the centred work of the minions, but just in case, they would wear a cloak that could protect them and each minion could use it three times and then return to life in the darkness. The minions were plentiful and every day more and more glass began to arise and the angels just looked left and right and not centre and this is where the dome was created. Away from them, away from their gaze, in the centre in front of them. And there were no hammers, or crammers, or loofers or doofers but in this dome there would be. But what was this dome. What did it hold? For whom? And everyday more glass and colour and pink and beauty that no angel would ever see until it was completed. These minions were the fallen angels, the ones who put the light to the fight and lost terribly no matter what they did, they would never again be an angel and it terrorized the minions.

PART 2 of 4  at 6:30pm, 01-15-15