the next time i dream i want to remember i'm dreaming so i can soar so i can fly and alter its reality to my vision to terraform the mind but who says you must take the reigns, there's lucidity to you now, but must you wrestle control?
melodies and spirits of the afterglow dance within and outside my conscious mind silent beats and haunting echoes weave and work through me like ghosts in a mirror tantalizing notes within the silence a guide to endless lucidity I am released into unbounded thought and impassioned calm and delivered reborn into my awakened state
just a little bit of streaming thought while listening to 'afterglow' ...an amazing 2 hour bit of ambient music
For us, life holds; countless enigmas, uncertainty of existence, certain exceptions, bulks of expectations, improbable concoctions, perfect nothingness, imperfect pains, high level dreams. But, don't you think! Brevity of human life, ephemeral stay in this world, is more simple and lucid. Simplicity and Lucidity, is all that life can give.
i was reading multiple quotes and made the poem out of the main words.
Subconscious vapors of lucidity whisper into the depths of my soul. Pleading Pleiades, daughters of Atlas, exhale mythical wisps that wander in the constellations of my mind anointing me and by their decree I am Divine.
I forgot who I was for awhile numbed my body with bitter pills vented this madness thru my hair the color of furtive soil Is it futile to reminisce on this the long and forgotten distress of my obligations Or I am the soul that moves me to goose step with you because it's nicer and more polite that way
I wish I was louder so that you could feel me coming from miles away
I felt her coming but I forgot what she was coming for...
mondays still ****. granted i don't get up at the crack of dawn no more but around noon i always feel the need to leave the rest of the day behind me and take the big red monster out and go to the beach and contemplate my life for hours, so i'll reach into my tattered 35 year old prada bag for a lanyard that says "nirvana" on it (like the band, not the stage of buddhism), but then i remember that gas guzzler and i got 337 miles between us, no more, no less.
on wednesdays i feel like i've shifted into an alternate universe where there are things other than evergreen trees and dirt roads, where the view when i look out the window is an interstate and dagger-like icicles that are as tall as me. maybe it started when they took down the texaco star in freeland and maybe it started the day i left, but i'm not sure if i can remember what home feels like anymore.
i still miss you on thursdays, sometimes saturdays. i know, i thought i woulda found someone better by now too till i realized that i'd been giving myself false hope this entire time. no one will ever be you. no one's teeth will curve the same way. no one will ever love the home teams as much as you. no one will ever smile as hard when i give them my last kit-kat in a strip mall parking lot at sunset. they drink to dak prescott and spit wintergreen griz more than you ever did. i thought i would find someone better until i walked into the coldest part of heaven with some crinkled twenty dollar bills and a carharrt jacket.
the title of this is written in spanish. translated to english, the title is "lucidity."