Dreams

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DREAMS

8.01.20
who thought to associate maturity with autonomy?
like some suzerain right to determine what is going to happen next and say
“that semicolon, that one there can go straight to the dogs.”

well, to hell with that
i say a person is from wherever a person feels best
roots are for plants, after all.

~ admin

DREAMS

7.5.20
melodies and Siberian moss rugs
dancing with fairies and making homes out of gardenscapes

between bass laughs and cricket chuckles
we make each new place our home

the hell with that map

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DREAMS

5.25.20
muses
be gentle with me
i’m still picking up the rubble from my last earthquake

some days i cant decide
if i should slay the dragon
befriend it
or become it.

~ admin

DREAMS
8.21.19

id rather wander, lost for a while
than to stay where i dont belong
looking for the psychic
soulful kinship one requires.
an angel goes out and lets stories – that is life, happen to him.
me subsequently
i work with these stories…
water them with my blood and tears and his laughter.
maintaining my connection to wild
asking myself what it is i want
sorting seed from dirt.
stop. feel. listen to your body.
following does not mean limiting yourself
let your shine be the match where they lack

bone by bone
hair by hair,
wolf comes back
through night dreams
events half understood
and half remembered

important discriminations to make here
what beckons, and things that call from my soul
something mouthwatering will not necessarily satisfy the hunger
of intuition.

i know my role
as a creature of mud and water
my soul requires seeing
in a culture that demands blindness
do not let them break you – know yourself
to love like you means to embrace
at the same time to withstand
many endings
and many, many beginnings
all are one of the same



~ admin

DREAMS

1.23.19
screw sleep
im dreaming

theres a dancer with a knack for knowing more than they should
licking gold off the air before we rust
just today

~ admin

DREAMS
7.1.19

starshine
kim-onos, robes, and sun blankets
our feet sludging in dry
everything must empty to fill. so go ahead – pour out that put together persona stew, let me tip the jar of awe a little in your favor

we chase music the way
lambs chase innocence
something to cling on to
a little bit of normal in our fractal

do you see me now?
all stary-eyed and wonder
the grass is never greener on the other side
it is however
alive – simmering with titillation
imagine the existence of the being
whos life revolves in selflessness.
friend, only a hard heart hardens, only a hard heart breaks.
come now, let me show you magic
pirate ships in desert grasslands
that morning champagne that welcomes Sunday alive
what if i told you, what you call fairytale i once called home?

we re not different from one another you and i
disoriented and dizzy with overwhelm
acid night skys lights are liquid smoke
we’re just an insignificant symptom of a greater, more mischievous moon
call her lunacy,
all the greats were once called crazy, insane, manics
so that today
you and i aren’t called anything

who knew words were bigger then the big bang


FORTUNA
6.1.19

perhaps we found our morels
the ones i hunt
you spit out

sharing some awe here.

look – see how a little magic
can turn even the sullied doctor
into a child

~ admin

2.18.19

DREAMS

offering unfolding of some other time
i’m carrying the sun in my shoulder
then the world yellows
if it rains – i wet

lettuce is enough for shade

enjoying movement
without path
panting at air to watch my breath touch the always
in snow and jungle
in the nostalgia of winter and justice of the stables

one more round – thank you

~ admin

DREAMS

1.24.19

no one would guess mornings would be sun
without coats
we never drank the venom
it slithered within out spine
we swallowed fear
called ourselves the torn rib
breathing in panic and xanax

we’re in oddlands
waking up in foam and song
imperceptible crossing
making footprints on the sand
peace in horizons this is farther than you’ve been

just a little shoulder pain
just a little shiver
hoping the world doesn’t shrink bellow my thrill