Poetic Dreams - Other's Poems - Sadness - Afternoon In The Park - by: Isaac Morrison - submitted: 1 November 2004

I saw blue shaded warriors fight off white robbers
and train penguins to do back flips into iced over pools of doubt
Dark wallpaper covers the walls of ole souls
shown on the faces of unknown old men sitting on corners
staring blankly waiting on their turn to come
124 decayed envelopes with the letters of wishes from children
missing out on their childhood because of parents faults
Delay and dejection spread peanut butter progress
Lot of questions of when and where our next lives will give
I don't really know
Crucified people nailed to a cross of their own making
According to prophecies of old men shall never taste death after death
But what of the soulless making no mistake that death is here and now
Not in the here and after
After all we cannot make confessions without absolution
Staying afloat always looking out for the other man but one's self
The point of a pin is faint next to the psyche
Curious behavior in a dream deliberately making things difficult or so I am told
Jumping off two stories buildings into a plate of ideas
that are poor communicators of exactly what passions are plaguing
the parables by which we live
Obscured residue admitted to have failed in strange ways before the kingdom of God
Tearing out hair making introspective thoughts that promote Valentine"s Day massacres
Dark watches keep time while uptight librarians ran over my nightmares
seeing yellow escalators running horizontally
though tissue walls as bikes scream through with nuns on the back
Cannibals feasting on themselves while talking on public phones
about chicken parts while slamming down cell phones with ice dials
Demons walk dead dogs while midgets explode
Plastic coffee cups worm their way through tribal marking in books with radars attached
The twelfth wolf passed through a window asking me for change while black pawns made moves with pregnant oranges scented my nostrils
White trash remorselessly dies over light meat
But Lord, I'm too young for intrinsic statistical differences
That quasi-social thing like this
You haven't given me relevant assessment instruments to cope
F*ck it i'll just take my ass home

A recollection of a dream in which I was sitting in an average park seeing everything in unusual ways.

Tarna (68.159.125.243) -- Sunday, November 7 2004, 09:13 pm

Highly discriptive
Very odd dream but very discriptive writing. I could picture all in it's strangely odd perceptions. I liked it.

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