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There just isn't enough time to dream
All the dreams
It seems
So many fantasies and wonderings fill my mind
I can't get to them all.
Then they spill out.
Over flow.

It is amazing to watch.
From the mind to the world.
Stray skinny Dreams, on the corner
Asking for change
Odd bits of Thoughts, sitting at the counter.
Dribbling their soup
There, on the passing bus, in the window
A sleeping bit of past What If, head lolling.

The ones which really affect
Are the ones sitting across the table
Asking you to pass the salt
As they read the paper.
What does a Wonderment or Fantasy

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Simple Thoughts on a Sunday Night

Couldn't tell you when the simple came
It was there one morning
Leaving all other thoughts of deeper need

Behind

She never let the days get in the way
Of how her nights should have been
When she dreamt

Of them

Even if they are no longer speaking
In our ears when we turn around
Their true bestowing

Never left

Happy Halloween, from the Three Witches

Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.

Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty one
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.


Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.


Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Angel

Sweet touches rock my life.
From the depth of mind
And the days that once were
The lovely smiles
The ones who used to make my eyes widen
The ones who still do
I feel the blood and the pleasure
They all aid my calm
I could tell you stories of thankfulness
To lovers and friends
To thoughts and dreams
Making life and me more than it was
Bringing it all to the now
Which is a fight , because
Of course the main thing these days
Is the War against Insanity
But it isn’t one that is fought just to win
It is fought because to do otherwise
Would be a lie
The future truth
Will make whatever fight I have with
Stupidity
Moot.
And that day, when the smiles
And the love
And the happiness
Bring all the hopes together
Will be the day that I can let go of this
Which I carry
Everyday
Willingly.

Slip and Go

 

Hey. Take a break, relax, and feel these vibesBetter times With the free flow of right and goodSimpler timesWhen there is a rest that comes from Stillness of worry.The needs that are real to ourselvesDrive our realityMovement of heart and happinessBrought about by finally getting away from Chaotic Hindrances and Unneeded Delays.

Caring about being right, winning, points
Is like that old adage, Eye for an Eye
Leaving the Whole World Blind
And then how would you see Beauty?

Away again to sea and stories
New as always, even though in a known way
You just can’t beat a captive audience
That is what my mind will be
Racked out and thinking.

Calculating, worrying, hoping
Dreaming
Cause, if you don’t have a dream,
How ya gonna have a Dream Come True?

I am the Laser

Zipping forward with sharp retractable bits of cool breathing letting me slice through all the screens.
Can't you just feel that song biting into you day?
The right one. Making you remember things you didn't even know.  
Bright special parts of days that could have been and so are just as real as what was.
And the Children of the Moon looked like a Fork stuck on a Spoon.

I heard of a dude who no longer has his babe. And she is a babe. And he is a good dude.
It is sad in a regular way. In the way that so many things are. Like flat tires and empty pockets.
So normal that we want to let them be passed over. But loosing your babe sucks.
Just like flat tires and empty pockets when it happens to you.
Of course, the same can be said for the happy things, some so common that they are almost ignored.
Almost.

I feel the breeze.

Dream of this

We come together, near the end of the day.

Both so happy to see the other.

The light touches , the thankful caresses, grow in intensity.
What was a loving kiss becomes the beginning of a hungry attack.
Our hands, just before feeling the whole body fatigue of the work day,
Now spark and crackle with the excitement of anticipation.
So pure and right.
Skin like fire. Lips like dancers.

Each sign and touch a bit of heaven.