The Beautiful Place

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I’m dreaming awake, with my eyes wide open
the world rolls by and nobody notices
dreams behind my eyes
oh, the dreams behind my eyes.

My mind’s eye is a beautiful place
where I can go when I don’t want to race
with the rats or the mice
and their constant advice
about who I am
about who I am.

I’m walking away, without moving
and no one suspects that I might be choosing
a path they’ve never seen
Oh, a path they’ve never seen

I’m floating away from the storms outside
my heart finds the peace of a hurricane’s eye
in just being still
in still being still.

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If you think this reads like a song, you’re right. I’ve already put down the working tracks in Bill’s studio and will be working on this song in the future. Who knows, maybe it’ll make it to the CD.  😉

Bits and Snippets

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I dream in bits and snippets.

Like a chanel surfer,

searching for something new

yet familiar.

Like a film festival of captionless

foreign movie trailers.

My attention deficit manifests

as a long dark hole

in the middle of my consciousness

where ideas, fixations, and fears go

to die, then return to haunt my subconscious.

I know they were there last night.

I know my dreams paraded by like

some circus freak show.

But I can’t recall a single image.

Perhaps my subconscious is just trying

to protect me from insanity.

I can respect that.

Time to rejoin the real world and

pray it makes more sense

than the nightly bits and snippets.

 

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Domino

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The world is insane
with wee pockets of reason
trying to stay free.

Like scientists who
must observe objectively
to reach conclusions

about how insane
the world is and how futile
it is to change it

because a nudge here
starts the dominos of change
to fall over there

and over there seems
to be the place where we see
the most need for change,

not realizing
there connects to here by one
falling domino.

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What If

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There is no certainty to life

but uncertainty,

no accepted wisdom

not subject to revision,

no hard and fast rules

that will not soften and loosen

under the perpetual motion of time.

To be flexible;

to see through, around, and behind

the walls of convention is to

brush lightly against the universe.

It is to experience the full depth

of the breathtaking question

“What if?”

 

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Garden Dreams

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Garden dreams start early.

Barely out of January,

I imagine the earthy tang of potting soil,

the cool sweetness of spring rain on my tongue,

the weathered roughness of terra cotta pots

beneath my fingers.

In my dreams, tangles of clambering peas and beans

twine themselves Heaven-ward,

waving their white and red flowers to flag

down wayward bees.

In my mind’s eye tomatoes hang heavy,

onions and garlic tilt their lances at the sky,

and the greens march crisply, row on successive row,

out of the garden and into my salad bowl.

Then into my dreams floats the scented glory

of roses, the rioting rainbow of hardy perennials,

the colours of laughter and abundance and joy.

Do not wake me from this reverie too soon,

at least not until the seed catalogues begin to sprout

in frigid mail boxes.

Garden dreams start early.

 

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I See, or Not…

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Does squinting really make things easier to see?

It seems like it should be about as effective

as pushing on the dashboard

to make the car go faster.

And yet as I screw up my face

into wincing wrinkles

the word will sometimes float up

for a split second and I can skim

the essence off the top,

like alphabet soup noodles roiling

in a pot of boiling stock

and if I read fast enought I can

get the gist.

Such is life when the cataracts

are acting up.

 

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