In men and her eyes

A seagull surfs under the blue slate skyandI struggle to paddle to the bathroom,bare feet greet the stone floor, butat least the coffee’s hot. my dream was hot too andcould’ve have got me in trouble,thanks to Boris thoughI stayed safe in my bubble. Our Father seems nearer todaythe bells must have woken him toobut it’s…

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The little light that flickers

Sometimeswhen you close your eyesthe void is there and waiting,dreams drift off and hide incorners watching to seewhat lurks under the bed,butI thinkdreams already knowwhat is therefor there is where themonsters goto chill out in the day until the night returnsand the dreams dream on to dream them allaway or notas the case may be…

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Did you want to too?

uncomfortabledreamsare it seems‘normal’ butuncomfortabledoesn’t sit rightwhen you’re trying toblank things out and it’sthe middle of the night at the house of the fallenshe comes a calling,the tea is coolingin the pot…

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The short version

There is time to wonderto wonder and to wanderdown through the valleyto where the shadows dragyou under,time to wonderto wonder if it’s happeningor am I dreamingam I dreamingof an ending?…

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Are you awake

has anyone seen,what happened tothat wonderful dream? Taken away!to float in thin airfor another day? the night brings no sleep to methe sunlight only bothers meage is creeping up on meandI’m becoming somewhat of amisery. under and over and over againthe dreams start to crank upthis tired old frameandare you awake,watchingthe mile-high blue sky,watchingme flywatching…

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The silences within

I choose to go therewhere the sunbeams dance andthe light cascades through your hair. in the streams,even if I dream of streamsthe diamonds shine in your eyes. In the Autumn of my timethere are no clocks herenone can chime, but I choose to go there…

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Membership free

Peculiar dreams? join the club. peek a boo moles and mountains and holes to fall into dudes that are naked girls also nude I look only to see that my eyes have been glued to the sails of old windmills. and flying, oh falling or flying it all seems to tie in to the oceans…

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Mid-Atlantic drift

There is only you the last one standing even though you’re not standing. But you make a move an eyelid twitches switches to the other one and that one twitches too. The film across your eyes plays something from the sixties but you’ve seen that film before and so turning over, you go back to…

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I dunno

What would you do if all your dreams come true and you had nothing left to dream for? Oh God, that question’s a hard one. Would I be ‘woke’ if I had to wake? I can’t answer it, but I could sleep on it, without dreams? impossible…

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Diary entry 84b

I woke up and that’s a decider to get out of bed ( adding a rider) only if the sun is shining. The dream if it was the dream came to me garbled as usual. And I lay here still hearing them, the ghosts of dreams come dressed as men I don’t fear them only…

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wtf #61

I saw a man that looked like me and he saw a man that looked like him and both of us began to grin, slightly frightened, what ould this mean? was it, in fact, a dream? the man that looked like me winked as I blinked or it may have been the other way around…

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In a pickle jar

Sirens blaring away and I open my eyes still thinking it’s Saturday, I dreamt that Gulliver’s travels was the bible and that disturbed me more than the sirens. Finding Sunday was easy the evangelist drinking holy wine pointed the way, her fingers smoked as if the cigarette was still there, but probably just some memory…

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Reality trip

When you’re asleep and you’re dreaming and she says, coffee? and you say, with cream in and then you wake and it plays out like the dream she says, coffee and you say with cream. something very strange is going on. and then you’re listening to her talk with your two eyes up there hanging…

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Saturday

    I’m awake now, and it didn’t take long to drop all the dreams in the fast flow of streams of my subconscious   and as they make their way to the end of the day I’ll be waiting…

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Another crease in Croesus

    could be that the clouds are stationary and it’s me that is moving, auditioning for some reversal of fortune.   However, I am as wealthy as any man can be, She has enriched me beyond my wildest dreams and I have some pretty wild dreams…

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Standard release

Sometimes when the echo seems to go in reverse I wonder if my hearing’s getting worse or if I’m going mad, a bit sad when that’s all I have to think about and thinking about that, does that makes the madness madder? I dream of her again, she is there again and I’m struck dumb…

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Before the dream began

Do you hear me? can you see me? and if you do would you listen like you used to do? are you there with those painted hands that run through your long and silky hair? can you hear me now? It’s like the echo that reverberates the longing for and how it aches how long…

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The corked genie

Are you still in the dream with me? can you see me watching you wondering what to do? no instruction booklet in the subset where the subtext is an undercurrent of hot sex and an overblanket that wrecks any idea of free movement. So are you or where are you and are you watching me…

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Charging up

..and now I try to analyse the dreams that sped before my eyes, the legs, the thighs the flow of hair the way the sun shone, was it me? was I really there? ..and 4:04 why? what for? Monday, wrung out, bring out your dead because someday it’ll Monday for you. At least I woke…

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Rapids

Do you wake up trying to remember what flying felt like or is it just me? dreaming the free fall, the curtain call and seeing just how tall I can grow to be in my own super hero fantasy, but it’s trying to remember what it felt like when flying that irritates me…

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