Category: Dreams

Sadness Drip

A sadness drip we inject

A slippery mess

Mouth full of soons

Popping eyes

Thrusting knives

Rose maze …. Blind

Twice

Twice

Twice

Dies

Wade on the way

We wade out the way, to the ocean blue

I have been there way out on the ocean blue

Swimming I was, between these banners bright

Lost in the ocean, but to come back means we don’t

Sucking us down the rip in in the waves comes as suddenly

Grasping for air we see the lights

But then again we ask for a kiss

And then we are on the beach, and feeling dirty, unclean

From the archive: I did sing to you, dreams

I did sing to you, your dreams (long)
As the moon did shine upon us
Come hither, to the grove
Deep inside the big Forrest

I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams

You did sleep upon the leaves of autumn
And woke upon springs first rain
The fires of summer did come again!

And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part

Four of us will meet again,
Four of us when sleep began

I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams

Well meet again and meet to part
Feet will take to the path
March upon the winters ground

And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
and then we part…

Scared leaves, shaking

(to the tune of Creep by Radiohead)

I can’t hear you breathing. I can’t hear my thoughts. I am close to panic. It’s all out of sorts. The poison on the water, and flames in the sky. A crane hanging dangerously, one day it will fly.

I can’t hear my heartbeat. I can’t hear your sigh. Square cogs in my engine. The hell of reality, the heaven of the night. A sunset of a civiliation, one day it will die.

It’s all a dream. A horrible nightmare. Tell me I’m going to wake soon. Tell me I’ve already died! It’s just to much to bear. This ignores all the facts. We aren’t the only ones here, but we will take them with us when we go. Go. Go. On.

Grit the shimmer

I’ve never been able

The grit and the table

Horse and her stables

Bridge lovers cables

Various embodiments of Hagel

Shimmer ever alongside clouds

Light seems to trip all the mounds

Pending upon fur pound

Very trod vent shaped like hounds

Crime embers bring high fowls

Fights dreamed in cowls

Emery gathered and bound

Cherry pie went, four clouds

Blimp’s Folly

Standing in dawn darkness

Outline of a city below harkens

My frigid breath is icy waves

Cascade froth over the cappuccino gaze

Yellow dust flowers spring to life

Wattle, I breathe in its sand castle essence

Danger clouds face me; moon is a crescent

Up beyond a yellow blimp falls

Diners at the street cafe call

It crashes, down like a wet mop

It’s gallon shape flop, flop, flop

awake

Dreams and fear

On the ivory steps, Phobos wept in his melancholy rage seeking new fear

Morpheus in his technicolour Dreamcoat, stepping across from the marble quarry smiling like a madman

I’m your new best friend, all thief of the night they call me, I’ve adapted

Hope still sits, in their ivory hall trying all she can to hide from me

You don’t need her, you can take no for an answer

But you are master, dream lord, my superior, you do not know what it is like, you will long be here, as dreams won’t cease but fear, fear can be destroyed by hope

She is indeed a destroyer, like yourself, but only a seeker of anew which, you love secretly here on her ivory steps

What if I could tell you the mortals can need you as much? Do I let you both in the dreaming castle?

Well, I would be able to exist as long as you, as her. I would only ever love her from afar but I would still be able to love her.

This the coat was drawn upon the wholeness and all their present retired to a castle were fear, hope and dreams lived for a long long time

Concenteena pantomine brushes

Damn

Blue the distance

Convergence we gather/crosses we shatter

I wish I was bulletproof on the tune player

Does it matter? Rafters/plots pantomime horse slayer

Cram

Leave this wish ant

Apple tastes, butter grace/fly buzzcut shone in the race

Moon kisses her mace. She wields it with all her grace

Flavour/silver bottle dies in a haste

Stamp

Is that a quote from Immanuel Cant?