dreams

  • Interstellar Saviors

    In the middle of the morning
    At the start of a day
    I saw the beaming lights of distant
    Loving people finding long waves
    From celebrated corners of the fairest stellar side
    They came to give us pleasant dreams
    Came to help us find
    In those beams of blistered vision
    Pulling up to heaven
    There was no resistance from the lambs
    Floating into mother ship’s wombs
    Landing in new feet again
    This is the future we had dreamt
    A utopia of science and emotion
    The religion of standing still
    And the blasphemy of angry will
    Sent this vessel first to extinguish
    Now to experience a wandering flight
    Into what was once considered night
    Now it’s seen as it unfolds
    To be a long story not yet told
    Our insignificant stance in the infinite dance
    Of matter and importance none
    The energetic transfer all to one
    In magnetics we find solitude
    Or disperse into a wash of atomic color
    I await this coming wave
    An invasion of the norm
    The mighty ships of pirates
    Arrive to free the earthly slaves.

  • Am I Working?

    I get so sleepy in this dreamy place
    Eyes are so heavy in my face
    Where did I get this idea
    To sit for money until the  days end

  • Brown is Fire

    Why does brown makes me think of fire?
    Even though black or red
    Should take care of that better.
    It doesn’t matter
    It’s what the dream said.
    As I was laying in bed
    The world was descending upon me
    As I was rising to the surface.
    “Brown is the color of fire”

    Is it the end of Autumn
    That makes me think of losing everything.
    But it’s the start of Spring
    When everything is new and green.
    Do these words try to convey
    Some meaning some command to obey.
    Or is it just a dream to be lived as a dream.

    In colors in fire.
    In everything that mixes together
    When I’m away in the hills of slumber
    I see and hear things better

  • Saturday is the Future

    0 4 0 5 2 0 1 2 – the combination to the future. Digits have taken hold, swarmed and calculated our humanity. It’s not so bad, when I can get away into hills out of radiation’s way.

    I’m like a paranoid alien-snatched renegade, waiting for the day the operation will be made. For all of us are to be disposed of, like so many articles of clothes of finicky consumer bodies fit with colorful bits.

    My courage must be quick, undoubting, or the fans this shit will hit. Keep a low eye on the overhead situation. Always know the quick route to the underground compounds.

    I hate to make such frightened blade running sounds, but the sun will start to don a dimmer light. The days will seem like disco Vegas nights, never knowing when to sleep. We’ll step out of body into dreams, regaling memory chips of better days before the neutron winter haze, when flowers lined the steel passageways.

    Probe the data deeper still, before when grass coated feet roamed the hill and salvation seeped up from the ground and rained from the sky, pressing hard between this mortal goodbye. The future was so far away, the following afternoon or maybe the day after: Saturday.

    Yes, Saturday was the bright and illustrious future. Please don’t make me go back—forward to the digitized black and video sun. I don’t want to lose the inclination of the hill I run. The composite formulation does not compare, nor does the filtered ventilators to this wild grass perfume air. Please, may I stay. Let me live in this state, even though I tremble knowing that this too is an algorithm, a bio-digital meta vision. There is no escape.

    [unsolicited hopeful response follows]

    If you can imagine what you’ll see, it’s not even close—beyond the construct of a low-voltage synaptic random access melancholy. But I indulge… What if this numero-visual race, and this endless hurtling through black space is suddenly understood to be a great journey, through the mythic dually proven hypothetic plasma-driven emotional magic dream heart, into the bright hot molten core of this Saturday?