dream – Poétique

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I forgot before I knew

I’m not shaped by what
Anyone else thinks about me
Do you agree?
Have you ever noticed how
People don’t listen when
They think they know
What you’re going to say?
Made me want to write a letter

It read: Dear So and So
I am not satisfied with
The way things turned out
But I still love you very much
Perhaps it’s not our destiny
To live together at this point
In our lives

Thank you for everything

I realized later it was a note to self
To feel like he left a message
For himself when he got there later
Individual realities to relate to the whole

In a philosophical dream I heard
A voice say:
We are more susceptible to the answer
When we are not confused by it’s question

We are more flexible in our response
To things when we illuminate the hard wiring

A green and yellow bird flew into the room
Fluent in Greek he said:

Being effected unconsciously
By those emotionally limits
The choice to consciously understand

His heart echoed back
“It is impractical to succeed
When we choose not to!”
Hanging on tightly to trees
Growing perpendicular
To the mountain
By allowing the choice
Not to is to be made
For us only by ourselves

The silence afterward
Could only be a lie
The hesitancy to react
Was his giant pink tongue
Licking the ground with
Wise salivation

Lowkey

All the stories being told inchoate
Until they hit my eardrums
Rumors swimming around about
What I said or who I am
Confrontation at its best in a
Circle of friends when the words
Being spoken are unfamiliar
But they are all about you
In a brutal and undeniable way
Sharing things about me
That were not mine and
Did not belong to me or my mouth
Defending ourselves against nothing
I could sense the love under her
White hoodie I could feel and see
A genuine smile in her eyes but everything
Being said about me behind my back
Was unreal and untrue should we
Take the knife from behind me am I bleeding?
My ears burning with fire
I knew none of it until it was being
Said in a place where no one was
Protected and here you stand tall
This is the place to be reminded
To defend your character what you’re
About who you identify as
It’s exhausting to prove yourself
And I gathered this is why I
Choose to live alone without
All the commotion of another
Back and forth’s of many others
A tranquil peace of disbelief
So easy to misplace and to forget
The quick regret of being roommates
An abrasive reminder to yourself
How to respect the solitude
Before you jump into a spacecraft
Full of alien behaviors without
Investigating first all the dynamics
When I awoke and found myself
In bed alone, a sigh of relief
Washed over me how I love being
Capable having the ability to
Connect but oh how much
I relish the opportunity to be
At rest within myself lowkey
Harmonious and placidly away
From argumentative confusion
Permanently eyes open with
Awareness to be freed
It’s just a dream

Once Upon a Tree

We learn to question everything
And children just don’t do that
I made eye contact with a little girl
She mirrored all the gestures
She made the exact same faces
That I made to her
Discomfit
Rather than always moving stuff
Moving minds
Wizards always keep their promises
Or so I’ve been told and the story
Goes like this…
Once upon a time
There was a dark and hollow tree
That was so big you could
Climb in and yes in fact
You could fit three squeezing
Down the trunk brushing up
Against the wood to smell
The musty bits of earth in
Ancient musk and vetiver
A tiny pin hole light would lead
You to a wide and open room
That looked well kept and
Smelled deliciously of
Applesauce and soup
In the air the dust of cinnamon
On the floor a polished stone
Hardwood chairs carved from
The roots of which the tree
Has firmly stood and in the corner
Of the cave-like looms surroundings
There sits a long grey haired Divine
Who tells the truth about your past
And opens doors for future times
All the questions that you have
As an adult here can be asked
And the childhood you once had
If feeling free is ever-last
So find the tree deep in the woods
When you are caring much too much
In your dreams you’ll seek the
Map in which to carry on the path
Let your subconscious lead the way
And if at first you lose your step
Try again tomorrow night
Or in the middle of twilight
There is no rush to get you there
But to unleash adult despair
Would be the goal if one there was
In such a circumstance because
To feel so free as like a child
Who cares no more about the
Files, bills… and trials
You’ll find something special there
Awaits you even so if lost
Along the way, but still has always
Been inside you from the moment
You became

Roommate

Glass windows everywhere
You’re sitting at the table
I see you looking at me
Into my eyes directly
A bigger space you say
We’re moving to a different floor
Sharing a place with your dad
Where we are exactly
I’m not sure to be honest
You don’t want to move
I’m only interested in
The elevator to your heart
We have plenty of room
We can stay in the same building
That we are currently
A smile and a kiss
A couple of plants
A small change of address
Seems all too reasonable to me
A number on the door
Dark eyes dark brows
Dark hair and a stare
And for what we’re in store
I can see that you’re here
Feel the trust that it’s real
With a rise to appeal
I’d recognize you on the street
Most definitively
Though I’ve not met you
Except in my sleep

Flying

Watching the grass blow on television
If I had wings would I still choose to walk
Questions I don’t often ask out loud
There’s talk on the street that
It’s better to walk than to run but I
Can’t stop thinking about flying and
What we often see as beautiful
Knowing it can also be quite treacherous
Nobody can prepare for that
What we do not know will happen
Come what may in a coterie of plays
Someone hacking away at our gardens
Unexpectedly behind our backs
Take for example this scenario
I give my consent to you
To touch me any way that you want
Insecurity is not my best quality
Confidence suits us better really, what then?
More to do on the outside of the village
I’m taking notes for my journey beyond
Even though I’ve been through it all
To laugh more and to listen to the
Sound that water makes against the shore
Recall the tone of the most favorite voice
I ever heard on earth be it a rainy day or
However the last thought goes through
My head before bed I enter into a dream

Decoding a Dream

If you have survived grief
Then you have learned
How to exist within a nightmare
If life is an inconvenience
If it doesn’t fit into your
Picture perfect frame
(Except for where you
disconcertingly find room)
Then it’s clear that
You already know that nightmares
Can come true

A dream can become a
Flailed fantasy but can a
Nightmare become a dream?
Snow hangs above me
Resting on my brow
The sun is traveling sideways
Rather than up or down
Just as Kiribati floats
Along the equator
My heart sinks with the
Rising of the moon
No holiday exists yet
To celebrate or forget it
If a candle burns
No one knows who lit it
When you finally opened
My eyes decoding the dream
I thought to be a nightmare
It was still only a dream

Neologism

I am sitting
With the lights on
In the dark
Like no one’s home
Without the spark

I did not know
The words could be
So simply said
You want to forgive
What the soul
Puts to bed

An extremely large flock
Of Sandhill Cranes form
A migration around the
Grounds of our wintering
Remains with absent gains
Hearts very high in the sky
Of abysmal memories

Cascades of deeper rusty
Blackened echoes and
What was said
Handing in the fin
Hanging on the edge
Of our ozone
Left to recount what
Breathing on a couch makes
Good for dreaming

With Dream

Clearing my headspace
Tossing away the disdain
It’s beginning to feel
Like creating a place
Share one with another again
Where I can give of myself
Nothing left of bereft
Nor held back
What a world it could be
I want hope
I want feeling
I want destiny
With you I want
Nonsense without any jealously
No need for rescuing
Found finally in each other
A place
Without strings
Attachments to things
My feet are on fire
With dream

Just A Dream

Maybe I’m not depressed
Maybe I’m a mess
And maybe all of this
Is just a dream
Because for all my life
I still have yet to find
A reason to give up
On what I try
For what I die
For every sign
Maybe I’m just less
Of what I thought
Was truly best
Better than the mess
No just the same
And in the wake of
Binding pain
In the coming days
My inner flame is
Still sustained
Maybe I’m not depressed
Maybe I am a mess
And maybe all of this
Is just a dream

Enchanted Loom

Climb through
My dreams the canvases
Claim the desire to
Understand you
Make it comprehensible
The subconscious
Turning
In my stomach
Feed my thoughts
Burning inside
Spinning wheel
Of flumes
My consciousness
It tells me everything
Left to my interpretation
Moonlit my throat
Swallows to see
Look inside the third eye
From my heart
I’m hungry to know you
What you want to say
Even my dreams
Can’t tell me
These kinds of
Things

In a Tuscan maze

I walk the Earths womb
Darkness and light
Quietly on tiptoe
In each sickness
Frightful not to know
Never knowing really
What I don’t
But I won’t put
Our book of secrets down
The wand is waiting
Overflowing with answers
For our love
Just at the forefront
Packed up
Like a chrysalis
Caught in your
Enchanted loom
Voodoo dust
A caterpillar
Ready to burst
Feet extended
Tongue curled up
Doorframe to window
Web strung resilience
A quilted heart
Swept away by your
Love broom