Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the dream was disturbing
not because you were there
I won't describe it, I can't
watching what I was not
supposed to see

there was a shallow bath
and frantic garish sex
sex done for the camera
more than for the actors
black and white, then technicolor

I wouldn't call it a nightmare
but I forced myself to awaken
tangled in my fears and sodden covers
I once believed in dreams

This reminds me of a dream I once had
Jean Luc Picard
standing there in his all together
light saber at the ready!
Talk about technicolor!

I'm telling you, dreamland, you never know what dreams will come.

You don't have to believe in dreams, they only have to believe in you.

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at first I was going to just post a blank text box in reply to your poem.

Because I was thinking about Nietzsche's bit about great art requiring no comment. Something like that. Just a blank text box to say I have read your poem and it left me wordless.

I don't know if it is as good as I think it is.

You know I don't know nothing about poetry

I can barely hear it.

But once in a while one will sink in

and I reply with got dam smiley

I figured for what ever the poem meant to you I thought you might be pleased to know how much it meant to me.

I have a woman in my dreams for over thirty years. Always the same woman although I never see her face, which she always keeps hidden in shadow. If not for her I would not a have any love life at all. I think it is Silent Woman.

thanks Clay
power piece I thought
but I should have sat on my hands and just enjoyed it.

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thanks mousey and truck

dreams and poetry and prophesy all have much in common