I weave words into woods and forests of dreams feeding your fear with stories of giants and beans stalks and straws cracked golden eggs scrawny fingers a glass eye and wood for a leg to aid your sleep come werewolves and bears ghosts and ghouls for a nicer nightmare so come now hither come to the deep and dream a dream my dear if you dare to sleep
Pins upon my pillow puncturing my brain Sprinkling out my dreams like sleeping in the rain Flowing out my nightmares Rivers run in my bed Swimming in my dreaming Plugging holes in my head My mattress is floating My soul is sinking slow Down the river drowning and in my dreams, I row…row… row…
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...