Tag Archive: dream


Another Now.


Optical Illusion

Optical Illusion (Photo credit: micahb37)

To the memories that are no more,
that never were, that were just lies,
to illusions of the hope-drunk fool,
I raise my hat in jest, I smile forlorn.

I turn to dream instead of that sad wake,
though wakes are for those who passed,
and pass I shall, pass on to another now,
a now of one and not of two, and not of you.

(by Ralphie)

Still Shining.


From daseinproject.com

From daseinproject.com

Somewhere within this withered husk,
a shining soul hides from dawn to dusk.
When the sun lays down her head to rest,
the roaming spirit, dreaming, travels best.

Then, unfettered by a conscious mind,
leaves all its earthly aches behind.
With spirit kin to guide their starry way,
wonder to go back or there to stay.

Made For You And Me…


Knots

Knots (Photo credit: Syntopia)

I saw you once again last night…
As I closed my eyes…
But that was nothing new to me…
It came as no surprise.
But as I faded to the blackness…
I travelled back in time…
To when life was much more innocent…
And I could call you mine.
So how could it be…?
That things became unclear…?
I don’t want these dreams no more…
I only want you here.
But these dreams are my sweetness…
I never want to wake…
For when I open up my eyes again…
Its back to real heartbreak.
As the sun disappears…
We walk upon the sand…
Our eyes they lock together…
Like our hearts and like our hands.
Golden like the sunset…
Blue just like the sea…
A heavenly perfection…
Made for you and me.
That desolate illusion…
That I wish so much was real…
Was all mine and yours last night…
For no-one else to steal.
Now as I open up my eyes once more…
And the feeling fades away…
I straighten up my backbone…
And get on with my day.
But I’m counting down the minutes.
Until again we are free…
In our own private heaven…
Made for you and me.

Happy Birthday Dr. King!


Happy Birthday Dr. King!.

I would like to humbly add my congratulations on this day that should be remembered by all the dreamers of this world.

from chicagonow.com

 

Reality, an American Indian Tale « zendictive


 

A Sioux Brave - sonofthesouth.net

Reality, an American Indian Tale « zendictive.

Native American wisdom from the Four blue Hills site. Check it out!

The Dream Machine


In my dream I walk along a thin spaghetti bridge

High up in clouds of candy floss, it leads me to a fridge

Inside the fridge I walk along a path of velvet eels

One gets between my toes, I don’t like the way it feels

 

I see there is a doorway in a round magenta cheese

It opens to a forest full of purple pasta trees

A garden gnome pops up from an orange jelly stream

I ask him who he is and what he’s doing in my dream

 

He says his name is Snorkel from the bottom of Loch Ness

And tells me that he’s in my dream due to a wrong address

He proffers me a packet labelled ‘Made inNorth Tibet’

From the packet I select a king size rhubarb cigarette

 

‘But dreams don’t have addresses, please do you have a light?’

‘Land of Nod,Lotfour three two, first bedroom on the right

You see the address is written on this plastic macaroon’

‘My door is second right, you should be in my brother’s room’

 

He cried ‘Oh pickled gherkins! Now whatever shall I do?

I should be in your bro’s dream and it’s half past quarter two’

‘Why don’t you go there then’? I say. ‘Its better late than never’

‘I can’t just walk out from a dream it’s just not done, not ever’

 

‘So how do you depart from a dream for goodness sake’?

‘Rule Number One – don’t leave until the dreamer is awake’

A flying scarlet albatross performs a sausage roll

‘You’re in the piccalilli now, they’ve sent the Dream Patrol’

 

Snorkel scratches his long beard with a cock-a-leekie stick

‘Maybe I should call them, and say that I’m off sick’

‘Who is them? I ask him ‘For whom is it you work’?

‘I’m on the staff of Dream Machine owned by a Scottish Turk’

 

‘I resemble my dear brother, perhaps they’ll never know’

That you were never in his room’ An eel bites my big toe

He says ‘Look, in the dream, I have a special role to play’

‘Play it in my dream instead, does it matter either way?

 

‘If you read your brother’s dreamplay, you may be too shy

To take your brothers place, you see he’s gay, and so am I’

I had no clue at all that he is gay I must confess

But at least it does explain why he wears our sister’s dress

 

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 3,688 other followers

%d bloggers like this: