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It went something like this, if memory serves me right
the details derail themselves from reality
for I only recall such things upon waking
as if still entranced by deepest sleepbeats
sounded-out by the glint of morning breaking
dreams are often the energy mix for reality's song
routine the old discarded 7" now a hot auction piece
if only I could remember it's damned name
all would be well with the world, wouldn't it?
life could be lived better, and where I belong remains the same??
the compromise between a dream and it's wide-awakeness
exhilarates beyond consciousness
it's agreement disentangles the life we perceive,
exhumes ghosts of our forgotten worlds,
re-examines the realms of all we've come to believe
give us the Earth and you bring the fire
show us life and you will feel the pain of death
meet the people and you will encounter war
take my hand you will touch but a pulse of my world
for all this how much do we want it anymore
palliation is the now the sum of all human parts
for every time we look up, we must now hold our heads and beg
those that have it all grow decadent and stoop in their greed
nothing left to revere for they worship the god of inestimable dishonesty
these ill-gotten gains make the 'rains' that fail so many mouths to feed
click here to continue, if your mouse will, the cats curiosity may kill -
those inhibitions of yore, for going against the modern grain
there is so much unnatural pain in the World, can't you see!!
where medicines fail is a failing in human recognition
we as a species are becoming untreatable where truth can no longer be
how we desert nature's post, and shoot at dawn the hero who saves us
in our sleep we see, in our subconscious mind we know
the waking hour still has lingering belief,
but the wide-awake human is a devilish miser
one destined for nothing but a life of horror and grief
unless...unless...if time allows, if the Soul can still arouse
a permit for the senses, a visa for the faith of cultural embrace
a bureaucratic bonfire at which we warm torn hearts at the hands of administrative nightmares
the ashes of which will document recycled political ways of reforming our madness
for the lifetime of a heart affords a love of which there is no-one it spares
weapons never suited the people who possess them
forever lost in translation waving such arms like cash for honours
the greatest missile ever fired was the one spoken to betray our spirit
it's corrupting influence still scars the land with each footstep taken
it's now a standard pretext for the 'conversion' of successive rôles we inherit
now, if I remember clearly, my dream told me I could live differently
it went, something like this...if the future serves me right
that imagination is an attempt to offer such errors a way out
the deeper the dream the wider the imaginative escape path
for the dream is certain of one thing, that in reality our existence is in doubt.
by anglia24
10h45: 17/05/2008
©2008anglia24
How strange to dream of you
even when
im wide awake.
Today is my birthday :) and i dream of the aurora (last year i got this huge aurora present ) one can dream ....
I gather and listen
awake and dreaming
In the dark with
eyes open, screaming
then everything shines
a memory gleaming
between space and time
awake and dreaming
© justin haynes.
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Noticed this dog in a car beside me in traffic. The look in his eye the attentiveness in them got me.
Sunrise in The Beagle Channel, Patagonia, Argentina.
The different colours and layers developed as the sun gradually rose.
autumn polaroid week day 2
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In the quietness of a colorful fall sunrise, the only sounds heard coming from this farm site is the nicker of a lone horse and the quick grind of a car starting and the crunch of tires headed down the gravel lane to town for a day job.
An old barn is now squished between two silos and all three sit in the silence of oblivion, an abrupt change from just a decade or two ago.
My memories of waking up on the farm decades ago varied according to my age. As a tyke, my nights of winter slumber were interrupted by the booming yell of my father as he came to the bottom of the stair steps and with the shout of an arch-angel caused two of my older brothers to bolt out of bed in an effort to avoid him yelling a second time. In a few minutes I would hear our kitchen door shut and then the outside door would slam as my brothers headed out in the dark to milk a few cows and feed the hogs before going to school.
Summer mornings were different as our upstairs windows were open and as my older brothers trudged out to the barn in the early morning light I could hear their murmurs and occasional threats to one another. The sounds of cows eager to get milked and fed cut through the morning air and drifted upwards through the windows of my bedroom.
There was a reassuring routine and quiet morning sounds to our growing up years that I can still recall at a moment's notice over 75 years later. I am more curious now than ever to compare the loudness of my dad's voice in the mornings with the Shout that will take many of us home.
(Photographed near Braham, MN)
so stay awake, and stay
i try and go, but your game
it waits for me and you, love
so cover up for the rain
you see way too much safety
cause I don't stand a chance
any longer than you do my friend
but you're still keeping me sane
lovely day with Lauren yesterday
it makes me happy that this is the first day of December's picture
and that it is of her
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México City. I will be traveling in Mexico in February and March. I hope to take some great photos to share.
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Arise, awake, O friend of my dream.
Arise, awake, O breath of my life.
Arise, awake, O light of my eyes.
O seer poet in me,
Do manifest yourself in me and through me.
Arise, awake, O vast heart within me.
Arise, awake, O consciousness of mine,
Which is always transcending the universe
And its own life of the Beyond.
Arise, awake, O form of my meditation transcendental.
Arise, awake, O bound divinity in humanity.
Arise, awake, O my heart's Liberator, Shiva,
And free mankind from its ignorance sleep.
-Sri Chinmoy
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