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| Blogs: Of Dreams & Nightmares |
There's an infinite year,
Where an infinite mind -
Met an infinite friend,
For an infinite time....
There's static in the
Upstairs-windows, and
Leaking walls that
Tell such wondrous tales...
There's horses in the distance -
A Stallion, and a Pinto,
And their ghosts run free
In the South of Wales...
There's two or three, or
Four maybe -
Who know what this
Type of kin entails.
There's streets in cities
That I've never tread, and
It seems as though,
I'm chained to lead...
In this world, we work;
We eat and shit -
We give and take and lose
Our bread...
Our mother's milk,
Our father's name,
We dream for years,
Don't ascertain -
What we've gained,
What we've lost and slain -
It all sits somewhere
Within our veins, and
Is washed away -
Like a believer's sins...
Like empty glasses, after
Shots in twins...
I had a dream where my
Father slept, and
Yet, walked around in a
Black get-up...
His eyes were white,
The brown no-showed;
He made his way to
My abode...
And I said his name, and
He said nothing...
And I screamed his name, and
He said nothing...
He took my art and
Tore it up -
Punched holes through
Paintings,
One-by-one...
I kicked and punched and
Slapped his face,
I cried and begged and
Tried embrace...
Then my clock: six on the dot -
Rang; and
For a second -
I stood at docks...
That I recognized from
A dream I had this summer...
Sat up on a
Sweat-riddled comforter, and
Cried and
Drove to work.
Sol-T
3/1/2005
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Name : Anne
Comment :
yeah same here i agree with Ran.
Name : ran
Comment :
this is even more vivid than i remember from the other place...
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