Brian a Labrecque

Your Words Are Like Swords: Astral Projections, Lucid Dreams, and Places I've Been Brian a Labrecque

This book is full of astral projections, lucid dreams, and places I've been. It's up to the reader to decide which are which.
Enter the world of the Garden Nymph, the Blazing Star Faery, the Inner Eye Spy,
the Blue Collar Buddha, God, and the Questioner.
Visit the places they call home, dream with them, and listen for the roadway symphony in your mind.


A spoken-word poetic journey, a strange trip into another dimension. A cerebral experience like no other.


Here is a sample:

Ash is snowing all around me, do you see the sun? it?s sick and fractured, The city is burning, The mall is destroyed,
a new home to the new surfers. They burn long angry fires and tires and pile old rusty cement and crumbs of
their lives and defend their families within the gutted frame. The air is thick with dust and orbs and light
peaking around the red metal. walking thru the corridors of the mall, I see the rubble and I smell the bonfires,
and I see the poor and dying people huddling for warmth, i cannot save them now.  


I need to find the tulip nymph.
In a dark space minded with smoke and mirrors just past the fountain of joy, the empty fountain,
I see her, the tulip nymph in all her glory, she is bruised and stunned, but I can save her soul. I will save her soul.

I carefully hold her fragile pale naked body in my hands, thin, longing, gazing at her, gazing at me,  my eyes and my senses are invaded. euphoria is in my hands.


Dew and ash are holding on to her, but her eyes are waxing warm and bright.


Clutching her soft frame, we escape the mall, the war, the crumbling walls of indifference,
we escape thru the path of rotting blackberry vines all the way to the rainbow garden. there, in the garden,  we rest under the healing glowing passage tree ,
we join, and we love and I make love to her body, and she makes love to mine,
 because she deserves it.... and so do I.