My bollocks, drunken attempt at poetry!...
As I drift into yet another dream,
I see that the things around me are still.
Neither floating, nor falling, but waiting,
Waiting to be imagined by the mind:
The Mother Creator inside us all.
The instant is the present I am told,
But I dont feel like I am here and now.
Somewhere in Limbo, beyond today,
Yet equally sometime, back in the past,
Is it a memory? Is it a dream?
Ive been here before, of that I am sure.
The memory is too vivid and lifelike.
Is there a destiny? Is this a ghost?
A ghost from the future haunting me now.
I feel like I cant control what I do.
Are my actions the result of my fate?
Or is it much deeper? Am I to blame?
If its the lap of the Gods, then so what?
For who is to argue with them upstairs?
Then I dont care, they will do what they will.
But this isnt a dream, its a one in ten,
That waking awakening that shocks your brain.
Not a nightmare, but a moment of truth,
When your thoughts are at one with how you feel,
Giving the answer, making it so clear.
Someone told me that it was best to ask,
To an answer for the questions you have,
Immediately before sleep descends.
I kind of think this is the best of prayers,
Especially if God is within us all.
A sorting of ideas after all,
Is exactly what the shrinks say dreams are.
But the moment of truth will only last,
For a short time at least and then its past.
That sunny day, best of days feeling lost.
So what can I do and how should I live?
I should think way back to when I was young,
Before The Medusa turned me to stone,
The Gorgon of my competitive thought.
Look after my friends, look after their backs.
My friends are my link to all that I know,
Throughout all my futures and all my pasts,
Because in all of my dreams they are there,
Neither floating, nor falling, but waiting,
Just waiting, to comfort me from it all.
URRRGGHHH...soppy rubbish! That's what 2 bottles of red wine does to you!
As I drift into yet another dream,
I see that the things around me are still.
Neither floating, nor falling, but waiting,
Waiting to be imagined by the mind:
The Mother Creator inside us all.
The instant is the present I am told,
But I dont feel like I am here and now.
Somewhere in Limbo, beyond today,
Yet equally sometime, back in the past,
Is it a memory? Is it a dream?
Ive been here before, of that I am sure.
The memory is too vivid and lifelike.
Is there a destiny? Is this a ghost?
A ghost from the future haunting me now.
I feel like I cant control what I do.
Are my actions the result of my fate?
Or is it much deeper? Am I to blame?
If its the lap of the Gods, then so what?
For who is to argue with them upstairs?
Then I dont care, they will do what they will.
But this isnt a dream, its a one in ten,
That waking awakening that shocks your brain.
Not a nightmare, but a moment of truth,
When your thoughts are at one with how you feel,
Giving the answer, making it so clear.
Someone told me that it was best to ask,
To an answer for the questions you have,
Immediately before sleep descends.
I kind of think this is the best of prayers,
Especially if God is within us all.
A sorting of ideas after all,
Is exactly what the shrinks say dreams are.
But the moment of truth will only last,
For a short time at least and then its past.
That sunny day, best of days feeling lost.
So what can I do and how should I live?
I should think way back to when I was young,
Before The Medusa turned me to stone,
The Gorgon of my competitive thought.
Look after my friends, look after their backs.
My friends are my link to all that I know,
Throughout all my futures and all my pasts,
Because in all of my dreams they are there,
Neither floating, nor falling, but waiting,
Just waiting, to comfort me from it all.
URRRGGHHH...soppy rubbish! That's what 2 bottles of red wine does to you!
eponine:
that is rather impressive for something done after two bottles of red wine.
eponine:
i'm going to see xmen as many times as someone else will pay for it, and in a few months i'll see it all the damn time cause i work at a second-run movie theater. 