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It was because I was DREAMING but I wasnt asleep
My eyes were open and I saw the blurry world..
I laid carefully in the sea
contemplating the perils of my destiny
The shore slowly creeping its hands onto my center,
I wore the waves as a blanket
that was snuggly tucked under my chin
pinned against my heart by the thoughts in my head
'what's this' I asked (?)
This feels to me like something
stolen straight from my mother's memory
Her stories are fleeting..
Far between
but leave a groove so deep
that it can only be filled by the unmarked consistency of rushing water,
controlled like a child is by the mood
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In the mornings when the world is damp I can still smell the past night's dreams drooping heavily on the treelimbs. They caught each silent wish in their meticulous way as these dreams flew out of nearby windows, tumbling from between ears all over the city, produced without shame during the miracle of sleep. When I look up, I can see elaborate stories which are devicing themselves, changing already just in this early daylight, reshaping from what they just were into deliciously deformed memories. Seeing these secrets fills me with a desire that holds no words but instructs my brain to collect all of the beauty I see and seal it in my pockets.
And when I was small no told me that the meaning inside of my life was to find out how to feel alive.
Now that I know, I sit on benches and stare at new buildings that have invisible shadows of the structures that stood once in their place and imagine what the mistress of this invisible house might have mulled over while putting on her pink lipstick. So many, many moments ago in a now extinct building
that enchants me. Did she hum a song to watch her lips vibrate? did she touch the mirror to tell if she was real? Sometimes she'll answer and sometimes she won't, but I dont at all mind. I love to feel a part of a dream and that's why I choose to remember her even if she never existed.
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Ms. Holiday's Resurection:
Something tickled my trigger
those smooth stringy sounds
struck notes on the tip of my tongue
and travelled like a telegram up my spine
and gathered in a pack that spun into a web,
which seeped out of my toes
and covered my body all the way up to my eyelids
and all that I could see were bits of crispy sheet music
containing a secret code
that when played on a steamy tuesday night in july
can cast a magic spell
bringing a trumpet's voice back to life,
vividly blaring for me in every single crevice of my being
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something from the middle
She brings power
force, all in her shoulders
energy surrounds her heart
and everywhere that she goes
there glows a misty layer of hope
that hovers underneath dragonflies
they silently chase her
gripped by her light
buzzing day and night
along for the ride
dazzling her eyes with their perfection
and offering divine protection
to this girl, so full of life
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FORMER CURRENT Events:
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A beautiful gap
looks like teeth, might be soft
opens up little hidden boxes
and sort of just infuses
everything that exists in there
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I am sick at each seam with accomplishment
but somedays I still wake up dead
Tap on my head
bake a stew
Carefully- maybe at night?-
dig up the daily grave with care and don't disturb
pour in the potion
(full of juicy vitamens)
& watch something else rise
well fed.
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More Noise
drops into the ears
turning the contents about in the stomach
more noise, please
tumble through
you have complete permission
to take over
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Wake up
The Head is full of little dreams
Packed with passions that packed themselves
Why away in the back of my mind?
Everyday they force themselves to occur
In the reality of this life
And every happening melts into a memory.
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This time thing never ends
It picks out my charred pieces
And buries them with yesterday’s dinner
tomorrow it will dig them up
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The silk is in my fingertips
I’ve finally learned to lavish in the sunshine
I can leave lines in the air with a flick of the wrist
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feel at Ease.
Particles of Bits of life
soak through my veins
New flakes test out
Collectively spread a film
that won’t pop.
