The dreams at fifteen thousand feet

Although she entranced me she has to be digitally enhanced she can’t possibly look like that in real time. can anyone tell me where the next real time is coming from? someone shouts, ‘after meal time’, idiot I’m on a diet. in a previous episode they showed which I never watched because I was shopping…

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Following in footsteps

Mine was a long road not the longest road but long enough to learn what I had to learn to turn things around to take my head from the clouds and keep my feet on the ground but every road has a lay-by for dreamers mine was no different except the lay-by became the mainstay…

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The likely outcome of dreams

Today I’d like to stay in bed pretending I am six years old and no one’s told me I can’t do that but I know I grew and how time accrues if only to confuse the unwary go on dare me and I’ll do what I said, pretend I am six and stay in my…

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Room four zero four

The title was missing. but I didn’t care there was nothing to write of and ​I wasn’t there ​who saw me then when men sleep? did I dream of the widow as I watched her weep for the sons that had passed or the dreams she would ​keep? the title meant nothing anyway it was…

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Neverlanding

My dreams are of Peter but it’s Wendy I really adore. Strangely subconsciously Pan attracts me of that I cannot say more…

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Songs for Saturday

When I was lonely with only my thoughts keeping company with me gone through the mirror where I belong life looking in or out at me, all alone alone such a lonely place to be, company she always managed to find me through shards of shattered glass tiptoeing I would pass quietly prints on your…

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Stones and statues

‘Suzanne’ was playing on some background station and I was fixed upon a point where space met unreality, a dream as yet to be as most dreams are. The chord like knots untied me and inside me I lived and died when she threw roses from her window but the morning flew by swiftly and…

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At that spot in your eyes

What does it matter what it means? when dreams are the portals to magical places she faces me and we do the ritual like my dreams it’s habitual. but it doesn’t matter, mind over matter divided by two equals what? Every time that I wake I take a little bit more from the dream that I…

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The bazaar

Dreams that make your body pop, force the show to stop, let your jaw drop and breathe them in, my dreams are kept in a biscuit tin and hidden in the wardrobe. File that under miscellaneous or under the skin, subcutaneous, any information unsought, bought, is probably extraneous and that’s enough of us, It’s bedtime…

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Unsound signs

Strange things are going on and I don’t know what they are but by and far they are the weirdest things that I have ever seen and I’ve seen what I thought was the weirdest in many a dream I had was I am I going mad? It’s still a picture show that’s showing so…

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Brain chatter

Living the dream giving it up for the dream some don’t even dream no REM. no blue curling smoke and no crème de la when she’s tra la which is as frequently as she wants to be…

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Under fives

They took me out of the sandbox and made the world the playpit that I now play in a bigger sandbox bigger castles to build larger dreams to be filled with the nightmares of the day why say I? I say why? and it’s like that the same anyway you look at it, they’ll call it…

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The weekend wake

The monsters hide behind the nightlight I long for the daylight, but escape through the skylight, there’s a slight slope to the tiles and I slide down, where down is many miles but not as many miles as there are monsters hiding. Look at me mummy, sliding over the starnbergersee, Idiot! that was Eliot. I…

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Setting a scene

The minute I wake up the dream takes a back seat and two minutes later I can’t remember a thing. But I am sure it was great because I woke up quite late in a sweat. haha get me, acting like I’m twenty three and that’s the beauty of the dreaming state. And it is…

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Blink

Dreams, an odd reality I sleep and see me occupying a space in space and sometimes think the dream I’m in thinks I am dying. Then I’m flying haphazardly exotically erotic? me? well it’s been known. In dreams I pitch and yaw dreaming of a thing I saw forgetting what I’m dreaming for and then…

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Tunnels

Things that I missed, like the warriors eyes in the pacifist or the Sequoia in the standing of a child. Seldom as it seems unlike recurring dreams that I know by heart, I miss the most patently obvious, while being blatantly oblivious to the world about me. see what I see and it is not…

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Then it became obvious that the obvious wasn’t so

motion sensors compensated for the walking wounded
and on the front line where time was allowed elevation
and the stations of the cross where observed by forward gunners,
the post man strolled through first class carnage to deliver field green bandages.

dreams occasionally obstruct my breathing and believing the dreams to be real
I steal back into wakefulness,
but always return to the battleground back to the sounds of thunder.

I know that if I go
under for the third time
there’ll be no
elevation to sight a line on me
no stations of the cross
there’ll be nothing left of me
no cannon to the right of me,

I wonder if I’ll be free then
without oxygen
to inflate my ego.

It may be that it will be
so.

The punch bowl

Do you ever dream that you’re flying? or wading in water that keeps getting deeper? I do, and I dream of floating in space holding the hands of the clock that turn on its face and I race, hard through the timber yard and out to the wood. You hear the beanstalk I say the…

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Class of ’17

Is greed in society destroying you? it’s destroying me, slowly and methodically crucifying me, I’m dying, not for want or need, but because of the greedy and their many acolytes. if I die a poor man I’m sure man I won’t be alone. (perchance to extravagance, a chance to dream) it’s not Novello and I’m…

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Blotters

I have written and write long in through the long night and the light from the candle warms my fingers as I speculate rewrite and wait ’til the new words start sinking in, Float like a stone? I do that on my own. When sex is not the question but the question arises haha two…

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