Secret Reflections in the Path of Dreams...
Little by little,
bit by bit,
dreams and memories arise.
With the certainty that,
they are the same dreams.
We all have in a corner,
of that dark hall in our stomach.
Images made out of time,
and avante-gardes.
Led by temptation having lost,
the co-ordinates of desire as.
Well as fear in us.
Untimely coming out of inexhaustible waters,
Enigma, maybe a monster.
Not learning how to tell,
between lie and truth.
Or whether they both really exist.
The mirror's deciet,
It's the lie that makes us dream.
The reflection is a constant feature,
in all mythologies.
We are now recalling in the paintings of all times.
The depth of dreams leads you to,
some kind of ectasy and anxiety.
I open the window less and less,
then hid even more in the corners of blackness.
When you dive into the blackness,
that long journey where you never touch the earth.
You read in some fold of the sheet,
that fear and lust go together.
Through all of this I can finally see,
the Secret Reflections in the Path of Dreams.
And that delicate place where dreams live,
with where the wicked charm of the small triumph...
~ Jason Singleton
Oct '98
Red Rose Petal Psalms
If there has to be lightning streaking through the sky
Proving that the grace of love and all of those
Acient human things that make us all tick
Has to still exist without the creatures' song of the succumbed,
So be it.
~ D.A. Stafford
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The sun shines, very bright, as my thoughts turn to life
How will I live, how will I die? What will happen to you and I?
I see a cloud so white and puree, and when I think, I am sure
That this love I have inside, is not a love that I should hide
A bird whistles in the trees, as I look to the luscious green leaves
It makes me think and now I know, I am here, my heart and soul.
What should happen if I should die? Will I remember when and why?
Heaven or hell, it's a choice, not made simply by your voice
Be sure, heart and soul, and make sure that this you know
My eyes drift, to the grass, will the time go fast?
Who will be there when I cry, will it be just you and I?
Questions in life, with no sure answers.
Don't lose your temper
Make sure you try hard though, to be only human is normal
Average people live average lives, is there a way to pass the time?
Your life, a painting, what's it of? Is it fixed with hate or love?
Love I hope for your protection, in the end there's no honorable mention
I look to an ant on the ground, isn't so profound?
Their purpose, life their enemy death. Their lives so clean with no mess
No big problems, or decisions to make, in the hot sun they bake
The world around me, is so simple though, and I think, and I know
Life's not as hard as it seems to be, decisions to make, answers? Only 2 or 3
We just seem to complicate, and for things not to be late
Save ourselves and not our friends, does that help in the end?
It is better to give than receive, self sacrifice is not a need
It only helps us grow strong, and then we realize we belong
To this group, the human race. The earth, dying at its own pace
One day the world shall end, what will happen to you my friend?
It all depends upon your choice, notjust decision made by voice
The sky is nice, so big and blue, and my thoughts then drift to you
When we live or when we die, is the decision made by you or I?
I hope its not for our sake. There's more than life here at stake
So for now I'll sit and wonder, and life deeply ponder
Questions posed for you and I, when we live and when we die.
~ Matthew Patenaude
