Find me...

I stood on the shore and listened to the water splash gently against the broken pieces of the concrete that had been placed there by hands that were not my own.Hands with artistic ways.

I looked out across a vast landscape of water and clouds and thought of all the things that didn't belong to me.

Things that existed that I couldn't touch or see.

Things that were acquired or purchased, second hand,

in an attempt to find an era , a place in time that was not now.

I looked down, through the distasteful water and saw pebbles brought downstream with the current.

..where the river meets the bay ,that's where you will find me.

Locked away in a lonesome floating cottage , rainboy with a pen in the hand.

Humming a tune that has been stolen from another place in time,

a house borrowed, second hand ,from an era that was not mine.

A beautiful dream

intoxicating incense in my room,
a pink flower lying beside me
He kept looking ,
smiling and telling her she was beautiful
folded elbows, carefree talks,
gazing in her eyes for an instant or an eternity

in-between coffee sips we make time,
to casually kiss
like it means nothing,
maybe it doesn't,
or maybe it means everything,
maybe my thoughts are confused
but my eyes see you eyeing,
I see the color in your cheeks,
when I slide my fingers over yours,
and plant soft kissed on your hands
your smile is high and rising
A dream came true in this dream,
a beautiful soul to which he must adapt
you are eyes and mind,
and words over words,
and no one can love enough
to deserve a soul as beautiful as you.

A Dream that goes nowhere

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hazy, like the fade-out of an old film that takes immortality to end
wise infinities,these fuzzy memories
I am the spectator,viewing as drama unfolds glistening amidst the skeletal of my mind,like a Shakespeare's play

In this post the major players are :
(i). The sweet smiling city-girl with her zesty attitude
(ii) Yours truly, always a little confused, yet witty, none the less with nothing left to loose
(iii) Of less significance, two random stranger men, yet important to the main characters development

the stage is set for this dreams gathering...
city-girl relaxing upon a low lying mattress, with the two strange men,
in a suite glittering with dim illumination of scented candles...
She smiles significantly in mid conversations or relays some part of her play-book of past to them and yours truly spectates not uninvited, but still he feels he has intruded upon some seductive ploy

The tall dark man with smiling eyes, laughing, adding humor to the scene, cracking lame jokes and throwing stolen glances in the city-girls direction...
They feel a little uncomfortable for actions of their past - the devil deeds, between the time they have spent in dark and the emotions they exchanged, both feeling little mispositioned and lost in the anonymous man's presence

he sparkles radiant in his anxiety,
his radiance is contagious,so much that the other man joins in tossing glances at their darling female friend, the poor little victim of her own beauty's creation

I am sure that you are thinking where this drama is going
sadly it's really just an over decorated personal entry of sleep patterns & paranormal remnants laced with emotional components through neural connections
my dream-waves of presence

And as I re-spawn into this waking planet
a chaste of sorts flows down my roads, the dream as insignificant as it was
left me stuck on one thought,like sweet honey to it's own pot,
that of all the things which I could dream & remember even
the sweet girl of the city remains within the folds of my neural activity

In a short show summary of less grandiloquent content:

Baby, I dream of you as often as I breathe.

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You

gliding under the moon,
you came on horizon like a boon
you wore your white skirt
and the way it moves
makes me think of feathers
stars bathing you bare in raw light,
to touch you they fight,
silver wings shining bright
I hear soft whispers
of sunset halo and autumn sky
in half open eyed visions
cuz in You is life
and in You is death
The beauty one can feel it,one can taste it
wiping blood wine from lusty lips,
You have me on your fingertips
You are my glittering kite,
the forbidden fruit I want to bite

Your inviting diamond eyes
like sirens draw me closer
cuttin a universe shape
outta the nothin blackness
massaging my light and kissing my soul
mind is melting,I am in total awe
Without the power to fight time
it's not possible to get out, it’s no longer my call,
One pull of this magic carpet and all the golden eggs could easily fall

miracles in and miracles out
even at the end, you can’t explain what it is all about