I dreamed of you before I met you
A faceless person
I only saw eyes on me
Puzzled eyes
Accusing eyes
Flirty eyes
Wondering eyes
Adoring eyes
Soulful eyes
Your eyes on me
Took my breath away

This path on which I've come so far,
It has neglected my condition and left me tired.
The fire within is fleeting like a dim star
As these legs move like thinned wires.
Premonitions of the precognitive sort
Project into my dearest slumbers
To lend a communicative report
Concerning the sweetest of encounters.
But that future seems so far away
And my will to move forward
May waver towards the end of days.

Yet happenstance will show me my way,
She hardly leads the lost astray.

Watch three seasons ninety times
addicted to vicarious emotion
Hooked
in the cheek
by the glowing screens
messages
Blurred vision
unfounded
and
logical
causalities
Digging precognitive predicted graves
bitten on the stomach
The little hatchback just crushed his legs
Snubnose finishes the job
Shave your head and you change
like Walt and Shane
Become
Addicted
to words and images
like me.

I remember sunlight
On my skin,
I remember feeling I was alive.
I remember your
Warm engulfing touch.
I remember feeling less alone.
I knew these
Moments would be gone.
I knew that I'd be
Swallowed whole.
It was always
A dream, within a dream.
A precognitive unreality.
The good times —
Just a sham. Giving way
To my true damnation.
It's all just a joke.
A sweetly whispered torment,
A loveless Siren song.

Two worlds collide
en masse they yield
so fine
like lips smacking, our fingers tapping
en route to greater design.
caress our flaws
stroke the doors
into our unconscious mind.

dive deeper with a kiss
explore exquisiteness
both penetrate and yield
gasp, laugh and squeal
now we close our eyes
and lick the inner thighs
bubbling to excess
unlock the inner goddess
the magma will explode
the red rain does now flow

scalding and softening
dissolving, engorging and pulsing
flowing, infusing and liquefying until
deaths
                  delightful
                                       deliquesce.

mmmmmmm...
prlummmmmbra
brinta, recapture
our rapture and play
precognitive display
emerges and surges
our bountiful urges
forming our boundaries
from this ****-filled foundry
blossomed and ready for today

Is Paul the Mahdi?
I gave the book to my son for Christmas
I have not read it
But I have seen the movie

The author said
It is a warning against heroes
Paul does have powers, precognitive dreams
Which is why you should not trust him
As your Messiah

They call Dune philo- Islamic
The desert. Tribes. Colonization. The Mahdi.
Occultation
He doesn't die. He goes into hiding.

I admire the story of Khadijah
The way she helps Mohammed
When I become psychotic
I am mostly on my own

Once and Future appeals to me
Hiding
Waiting
Meditating

      The desert meets the Sea.

                       We.

I like the phrase Thy will be done
But I don't know if Thy is real
I pray for those I love
Beg, borrow, steal

I'm sad so very often
I'm still afraid to die
I'm drawn to several religions
I reread Life of Pi

Tried to be a good teacher
Pretty difficult job
Ja Morant on the break
Jokic with the lob

Think I had a precognitive dream
Warning of the fascists
Dyess, Arkansas
That's where Johnny Cash is

It's too late to turn back now
It's possible I'll be studied
Chicago, Rolling Stones
Muddy Waters muddied

         Fear and Trembling

Minority Report
Precognitive gifts

Everybody runs
Are precogs misfits?

If you dig up the past
You just *****

But you have to search
It's now almost 8:30

To find the Light
You have to risk the Darkness

The female the most gifted
Agatha's sparkness

Never wrong
But they sometimes disagree

Is there a Minority Report
For you and me?

Saw 2037
So we'll have to see