Dreams, Poetry, Uncategorized, voices

Jupiter

Last night
I laid myself down and
watched Jupiter follow
the wolf moon

then woke surrounded
by concrete, metal and
icy tiled floor

this is not my bed

whispering voices
YOU
s.h.u.t. UP! YOU
CAN’T SAY ANYTHING

I won’t

“Wake up sunshine it’s
time to rise and shine!
Face the day!”

no soft slippers here
saggy black striped soles
blue wrinkly cotton
top and bottoms
white t-shirt no bra

TIE THEM UP!

I want to put the top on
backwards

WHAT SILLINESS
PUT IT ON THE RIGHT WAY
THEY’LL LOOK FOR ANYTHING

compliance is everything

I wander through a
steel door into the hall
others have already started
shuffling towards
small paper cups filled
with bright colorful pills

soft melodic music
works its way
into my awareness

my eyes open
the sun is barely risen,
pink horizon, clear sky
cardinal singing

I touch my fleece robe,
hold it to my face,
smell it while sliding my feet
into my soft slippers as my
tears roil

I can’t undo life and sometimes
neither can my dreams

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Dreams, Music

Dreams ~ Grace Slick

Oh I, I believe in magic and I believe in dreams
Until I heard the thunder rumble
I saw the mountains crumble –
Then came the circus so I followed its parade

With all the fancy lion tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
I saw those high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, sons of bitches – all were there in my dreams
all in my dreams
Sodom and Gomorrah
I see you’re back in town.
And though you build a wall around you
The multitude still found you
Just like a circus to start with a parade
Oh but a parade of the

Fancy lion tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
I saw those high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, sons of bitches – all were there in my dreams
all in my dreams
Now I can see the whole world is just a circus
And I can tell that the circus why it’s just hell
And then I heard a drummer rolling
I found my seat’s been stolen
Then a spotlight hit me going wild in center ring for all you

Fancy lion tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
For all you high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, sons of bitches – all were there in my dreams
all in my dreams

My dreams my dreams
Well I, I believe in magic and I believe in dreams
I said I, I believe in magic and I, I believe in dreams
I believe in dreams
I said I, I believe in magic, I believe in dreams
I believe in dreams, magic, magical dreams
I wanted to sing that I believe in dreams
Magical dreams, oh I believe in dreams
I said I, I believe in magic, I still believe in dreams

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