In the Land of Dreams

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In the land of dreams

exists a time,

made from purest bliss

of both body and mind.

All too vividly you are shown,

the now, through the wonder of a child,

touched by an awakened consciousness

it exposes truths from lies,

subjugated to the deepest possession of your flesh,

thus ingrained in your being till the day you die.

Just a few ever get to have it all.

ADD overdrive!!!

I want to observe,

you like to be observed,

I crave the anonymity granted a stranger,

you thrive when your presence is acknowledged,

being a part of, escapes my desires,

you slide past strangers, turn them into names.

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When you capture my attention, be warned I’ll lift you high,

higher than you’ve ever felt,

I’ll stretch your depth and your limit,

I’ll tie you down with ropes of fire,

I’ll burn you if you do not know when to tell me it’s time to stop…

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I hold my breath

slowly expend

the number of breaths

I am meant to breathe

Want to try?

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Awareness flows in a rush

an indisputable might

grabs your hand without permission

ideas stream forth through your lips

the verve and decisiveness of your footsteps

echo in the ears of those not swift enough to follow.

Exhilarating, this free-falling, you should try it some time.

Reflections

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It’s quiet now,

time seems to have slowed,

become soft in light, its touch,

in the passing of a silent, cold night.

Its breath of icy clarity reveals a vista,

unravels before you as the rays of dawn,

smoothing creases in its singular able way,

lets the light warm your frozen bones.

A Perfect Release

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How can I explain the compulsion, the drive,

the absolute must, to get out, bow out,

hand back, absolve myself of responsibility

and disappear into nothing, in no-where-land,

remove myself out of past, present and future,

from anything and everything that is,

from any evolvement hereon after,

become untraceable, a forgotten illusion,

and I pray, I too, may forget.

The River

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There’s a flood pow’ring through me

filled with ice and obstructions unseen,

perplexing disclosures, dumbfounding twists,

a threatening force from fount unnamed,

surging without hesitation, without wavering in depth.

Was it I who opened the sluice-gates

with the password spelled by every step I’ve taken,

response I've made, belief and falsehoods proclaimed,

by every influence from which I grew,

by every sense I evoke in you…

Where is the line?

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 Where is the line?

When does fighting for your dream

become a self-defeating quest?

When do obstacles become signs

intended for you to regard,

when is it merely

a test of determination.

Would the end be the same,

whether forced or allowed to flow

to its fated conclusion?

Would it differ?

Other than the acquisition of a shadowing darkness,

the consequence of possession,

other than having stolen the pleasure gifted,

for you to’ve derived from it, given time?

?

Rules Time Forgot

 

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It’s taken half a century for me to realise
not all my questions will be answered,
the one thing I need to know, I never will.

 I realise there’s no triumph to a righteous quest,
no gratification from nurturing an empty soul,
why do I still carve a path
towards the dream I’ve tasted on my tongue,
when heaven does not exist?

 We inhabit a prison, live by written rules
time should’ve stolen long ago.
Rules that break us, brings turmoil and disorder,
incites disparity and glorifies violence,
because no sane mind could’ve conceived
such a twisted experiment of degeneration,
watching fools live each day with derision, with contempt,
their minds disintegrating from frustration and futility,
seeking senseless oblivion at the end of the shifting sun…

 There is no freedom, there is no way out,
this is what it is, it is hell.