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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dreamscape
[time] => 2008-02-07 09:15:36
[hometext] => Who knows what you'll think of it. Inspired by a dream I didn't have. Read it faster as you go along I think.
[bodytext] => I draw dreams with sharpies so color me confident Follow the haunted scripts From the hollow thoughts I think Dominant in my psyche slightly somber So i keep them in a box of sin Surrounded by ghastly ghouls Who can't carry a tune And various pools Of blood With various tools They use To add to my wounds In a tattered cocoon I spun In the back of my room I sleep Imagining moons and suns And planets consumed by dust All stories of all sorts In one of them I fought god with a chalk sword And drew a tie... I'm trying to paint with an unbalanced pallet But my savage talent Is driving me to stab the canvas Drawing blood Perhaps I went to far with the brush Maybe I offered to much Naked and scarred from the touch Infected Pleagued by shortened breath sessions Contagious; stay away it spreads like dead skin This is my scenic view Looking out the window to see the trees I grew From seedlings I watered with tears I swallowed To see them bloom This is my ocean front property Postured in front of my window watching Waves of madness crash against my grains of sadness This is my surrender My dimension Where I can bend things! Self sculpted polished paradise I call it sacrifice Gave reality back and reinvented black and white My inventors paradigm Where I sit solemn Grip modern art concepts My brush drips solace Fly comets like kites Conquer the sky's conduct A world of pens pencils and markers Potential and stardust Where I control the essentials I thought up You see, it's what I just most wanted Nothing but my brush strokes content From my unspoke conscious I don't really have dreams I don't have dreams- I draw them [comments] => 3 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 59 [informant] => shade [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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