dreams

Dream3nov17

Had been walking around the neighborhood
For awhile,
Lupa was with me.
We went by brad’s house
And had a thought.
Talked awhile.
And then went back out,
Walking the streets again.
Lupa stopped
and paid her federal taxes in the bushes.
My favorite place for her to do so.
Cause I didn’t have to bag it.
Then we went home.

When I opened up the door to my house.
The main room, ie. The living room,
Was my studio.
There were canvasesall around .
And I started on a painting.
On the this canvas
that was like my libray chair,
That was a chair,
But if you folded it in a way it became a ladder.
Although it had a lot mlre hinges and
And appearances.
And a lot more space to paint on.
So when you move it about.
The image that I had painted on it
became different things.

There was a knock on the door,
And the woman
Who was in the dream a couple of nights ago
Was standing in the doorway,
When I opened it.
She had come by to remind me on our date tonight.

dreams

dream 1nov17

I am with brad,
somewhere on a river.
and I’m telling him about this woman I like
he smiles and says
“but you’re too shy to tell her
aren’t you.”

“no,” I reply.
just don’t know if she feels the same way.”

“yeah, that is the definition of shy.”

Just then,
she walks up.
she has long black hair.
I say hi,
and start to do something.
can’t remember what it was.
but brad calls her over.
and starts talking to her.
and then she comes back over to me.
and asks where should go out to eat.

then I wake up.

dreams

Dreams

In my dreams,
I have found a peacefulness,
a forgivingness,
an understanding
in which life in this body has never given me.
In my dreams
I have found friends
who have given me love and freedom
to be what I must in this life.
They have taught me how to live
how to be myself.
Or as Name Giver would mischiefly tell me,
“Smile and laugh, my wolf boy. Spirit is reality,
The body is Un.”

b.
In my dreams I have been to places,
planets and galaxies
I never would’ve had a chance to go in this body.
To visit friends long since past away.
To wish my grandfather a happy birthday.
To visit my friends,
telling ’em things I couldn’t tell ’em in waking hours.

In my dreams
the clocks have no arms
so that time does not move nor stop.
It just travels about in waves
pockets full of hands.

In my dreams, alone & between planets
and the primal sound
the solitary music of the universe played,
congealed and fell,
changing into a star.