Running from an Arsonist & More!

1st Dream: Physiological Dream

I dreamed I was in a huge building like a power building or a really big fire station that I was in with a group of people for a contest or something. Anyway, at one point we were shuffled into this huge room like a gigantic gym and there was a crowd of people watching us. It was like the walls were textured like in the hoover dam except everything in the building, probably due to lighting, was a bluish hue. A huge white fire truck drove into the room and the firemen put my group inside the fire truck in the back and shut the huge white doors. Even though I was in the truck my vision was outside of the truck as people whispered and explained to one another that the truck was fire proof so everyone was safe from the arson’s treats. The truck drove out of the huge room and down a hall that was very wide and tall with the ceiling exposing various pipes and wires. I don’t remember how or when we were dropped off but I was with this group of guys who were my friends, perhaps back in high school. We were oddly enough, still in the building but in the historical museum part. The walls were crisp white with real 3D exhibits spaced evenly through the constructed maze. The exhibits were the remains of a previous fire. There were skeletons of people charred and deformed still sitting in chairs with the look of sadness, horror, and panic written on their bones.

2nd Dream: Problem Solving Dream

Some of us slitting on a high cement ledge overlooking a chlorine swimming pool. None of us were swimming; just talking. Will and Zeb were there. We were all talking about the workings of music. Will was sipping a drink with a small paper umbrella in it. Everyone seemed happy.

3rd Dream: Psychological Healing Dream

Then the dreamscape shifted once again and I was a young Iranian boy. I was in my home town and I was on the train that ran north and south through the town. I was traveling south to get home but before  I could get there a huge fire was burning a large building a block ahead so they took a turn onto the tracks leading downtown instead. It was obviously arson and everyone seemed to know an old evil man was behind it. I got off before I hit downtown by a cemetery and went into a run down shack that used to be a gas station. Inside was a huge dog. I can’t tell you the breed but it looked like a dog that would be associated with aggressive behavior. However, I wasn’t afraid of him because he was my dog. My father eventually contacted me for a brief moment before he had to go back into hiding but he was glad I was there to watch the fort and keep the dog in check. The arsonist was still plotting. The End.

So basically I interpret it as:

I am currently ruled by my emotions and I should act on clear thoughts as I believe appropriate and keep my strength of mind. I am in a state of personal success but still desire old bonds of friendship that I can seek support from. I am optimistic, want to be well balanced, and shouldn’t act recklessly on emotions I have. …Or maybe I just had a really crazy dream.

Con nulla non si fa nulla

I sense vermilion perforated lines

incised earnestly

into my sinistral breast,

tracing the fringe of my thermal heart,

hankering for Banter’s prepossessing affection

to beat in sync with mine.

I catch your voice on the radio,

again and again,

and all I want is to susurrate

witty coquetries into your ear.

Effervescent eyes beyond

sumptuous mirrored windows,

our forms sparkle against

glitter infused cushions,

vanish with a sigh

as we both walk away.

Looking Back

Peeled and sliced apples,

soft, brown around the edges

on a simple dinner plate.

Oreos.

Double-Stuffed Oreos.

Licking an ice cream cone around

and around; mimicking.

Finding the coloring books.

Pecan Keebler cookies in a

copper glass jar.

“Thanks a million!”

Cathy’s wide eyes staring

back at me on the fridge.

Spinning the old

green papered globe.

“Little girl.”

Boys World.

Muppets Tonight.

Taking turns “exercising”

on the white petal bike.

Lizzie McGuire.

CNN.

Adventures outside;

Swinging on the waxy

weeping willow branches

down the cool grassy slope.

Poking, prodding the vibrant

green and magenta moss

along the rocks of the

enchanted pond.

Tromping up into the “forest.”

Playing games, like

indians or

Making house up in the

south east corner.

Picking pink and purple

sweet peas

against the hill side.

Running away from

mean bubble bees.

Excitement.

Love.

Laughter.

Presenting our gifts of flowers

to the lucky recipients,

who promptly put their new bouquet

in a glass of clear fresh water

on the dinning room table.

Oreos, wrapped carefully in

Kleenex.

Larry King Live.

Tight hugs,

over the green

foyer rug.

Avoiding the winding stairs down

to the car,

taking a leaf filled gutter path instead.

Smiles.

Buckling up.

Clutching soft new teddy bears,

not yet named.

Waving good-bye enthusiastically

as long as

possible from the rear

window…looking back.

Writing 1/2 Asleep. . .Or 1/2 Awake, whichever you prefer.

For me. . .

For me. . .

For me. . .

For me. . .it was like. . .

. . . . . . . .it was like. . .going down a huge roller coaster’s first drop without expecting it. My breath hibernated in between my vocal chords but no sound was audible from my lips.   My body is so tired, eyes half closed. I suppose I should have gone to bed last night, but alas, the dawn of the new day called to my…

Chirp.

Tweet. Tweet. Tweeeeeet.

Philosophy.

Do you have a problem with that?

Mooooo!

Nothing but personal at that point.

Let your neck go.

Dominions somehow.

What is this sound?

Twirp.

Flyin’. . .

I’m glad you felt that.

And then the girls start going at me.

Where is the mind, can I see?

No. Don’t stand there!

He tries to establish his new moon. . .

Very Capital statement.

You see I am guilty of banks in America.

I am sure you will sock ‘im.

Sex. Yes, it was.

Do the Why on the Facebook!

Necklaces that feel like buttons can drive you mad.

I nod.

All I hear is your jibber-jabbing.

And a fast paced piano sonata.

You can be the promos, you can be the publicity.

I loved when he seated himself at the table. He was like an indulgent unicorn.

Tweet. Tweet. Tweet.

Someone needs to stab you in the chest during afternoon tea.

I try to breathe the life in, while breathing out.

I could die for a thousand nights.

Miscake me.

Robert.

Cut off all the sleeping horses heads.

Some old sad lady going to the bath.

Walstsenburg.

What are you doing here?

Tell me what you gotta say. .

I was with an alien and a guy.

SHE

She is out today

Just for a little time,

Much to my dismay,

As she steadily climbs.

Diving in the yawning blue sea

Peaking out over its extensive brim,

Expanding, trying “to be”,

Sultry, flaming, she swims.

Her hug reaches out to our world,

Humming a siren’s song,

As we pivot, dance, twirl,

To her dangerous sing along.

“…I’ll die by your hand which I love so well.”

Stripped of all my

Playful flirtatious masquerades

I sob under the covers

Of a heart, overfilling with

Vigorous vivid oxygenated blood,

Ruptured at the hand of

Self deprecating karma.

Tears stain my sympathetic cheeks,

Their salty traces hardening fast.

Sparkling Saline X’s around

The breathless corners of my

Awakened eyes,

Dotting loving trails down

My solidified cheeks

Indicate true mourning

Of your bleeding heart

Far away from my own.

infractus pectus pectoris

Hate is running

through my green heart

under the surface of a

gilded broken smile.

I feel familiar ghosts

breathe self entitlement

into my longing

submissive face.

I haunt them religiously,

hoping for the Lory warmth

we once shared,

but only a distant flicker of

beautiful brightness remains.

I now see through the

grey dank smoke and

shiny mirrors

they have become.

They have hacked off

my outstretched

peace sign,

all the while basking

in the glory of a celestial

navy white sky and I

am still clutching onto

the hopeful fragments of

joyful memories past.

Oh Mary, Mother of God,

Pray for my sinful heart

that I will forgive them and

allow their ghosts to float

out peacefully to sea

with the next minty tide.

I’m too in love to let go

even with a dangling

bloody hand hanging on

by bruised numb veins.

With coffee tears I fall

to sleep with

painful sorrows and

patched regrets.

I need to go for a walk…

I went for a walk.
A long slow walk with a frisky puppy.
And as I zipped up my coat further to
keep from the cold foggy air
I felt delicate brackish tears
slide down my white deadened cheeks
leaving diluted black trails.

I would frequently pause.
A quiet unconscious pause with a bleeding heart.
And as I looked out through the sobs,
trying to feel
numb nothing or piercing pain,
all I saw was the brown razor thorns
and the crippled wilted petals of
a dejected decapitated rose.

Out of the deep grating sorrow
I felt,
A puppy was able to relish in
sunny gleeful delight of an
extra long stroll.

A Double Edged Sword

Seek the Sikhs in their golden temple,
Failing to meditate,
With heavy boots echoing
through the halls of peace.
My heart is an open wound
Ready to be changed by
The flames of the world.
Kanzeon housing purple monks
Disappears in the distance
as the majestic May Flower
Floats east than south
To the Regime Apartments.
Palm Center of a cosmai
Distributes large doses of
Angel Star Shine, now $12.50.
Buy while supplies last, in the
H.I.M. Towers of Rust.
Don’t waste your life in vain.
Other countries have done it,
Becoming masters of their own destiny.

Heart in Faith

I give my
mind
body
spirit
to you.
All I know
is through you
I am saved from
self loathing and
depersonalization
with purpose and
optimism for humanity.
And so without
absolute knowledge
of enlightenment
I trust
in you.