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i dreamed i was a helpless eye
looking everywhere
seeing nothing
all'd been stolen

my voice silent
my heart pumping empty
my thoughts a blur of retrograde infancy

i woke up to a stolen night
remembering dreams
snatched from my grasp

I dreamed I was naked


I dreamed I had nothing to hide
I dreamed I had nothing to lose
I dreamed I was free as a bird
I dreamed I was an open book
I dreamed I was made out of glass
I dreamed that you saw right through me
I dreamed you never knew me.

I woke up to the sound of rain
and a passing train
I woke up before it was too late
remembering what it is to be alive

I woke up choking on my own vomit
gasping for air
My thoughts a blur of idiotic adulthood

I dreamed about mama
I dreamed about crazy mike
I dreamed about a lover
I dreamed I dreamt my life away

I dreamed about children snatched from the grasp of life

I dreamed I was dead
and woke up to the sound of worms
I dreamed I was driving a truck
and it was the worst fucking nightmare I have ever had
cause when I woke up I was driving a truck.

I love my dreams
they are such cheap entertainmet
I give them away
they are never stolen

The theft of a child's dreams is the most heinous crime there is.
It is a big business these days

stolen goods
stolen bads
stolen mediocres

somewhere there's a dumping ground
stolen junk, stolen ashes, stolen sound

spineless and boneless
will-less and mindless
stolen items on borrowed time

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
a pocket full of posies

stolen god
stolen goddess
stolen mother

you dont know what you had
until its gone

time is borrowed? maybe
but there is a theft of time too
so I got to live my life full every moment
vigilant

wish bones over developed
back bone vestigial

Bonnie Rait's complaint
looking for a man to love her
like his back bone was her own
but how can he love her
when he dont even love him self

time loves a hero
jitterbug is my hero

"time is the unbending deserter
it leaves us only the now
so live your life full every moment" jitterbugj

jitterbug a self portrait.

so how is it with you?
every month I got to rob peter to pay paul
fucking paul is such a putz


I wish I was a socialist instead the fat cat capitalist that I am

am I getting off the the topic of your jam
probably so, I dont have a clue what it was about
but you know I never let that stop me
mindless to the end

stealin the thunder
still truckin on
launderin da syllables
passin em round on da sly

jittery jukebox jammin
stick in a stolen nickel
get a dime's worth

stolen moments recalled
as if they were hours
clocked at speeds faster
than a goodnight's sleep

our dreams portray our
hidden fears
hidden desires
willful wants
flagged to spires

waving in salute
to lives living whilst
the body slumbers
energizing for yet
another dream escape

for those of us who eternaly sleep alone
so above so below
a statistcal plane that inersects between black and white
awake and sleep\
juxtoposition of here and now
life is but a dream
danced to time's melody



blow smoke up my ass
pat me on the back
rub my head for good luck
or kiss my ass good bye.
still a crazy old fucking fool
after sixty five years and three months
in this unwanted unasked for consciousness
and you don't think I am grateful?

awake from dreams
2am
bands and friends
keys missing &
scooters too
1/2 arlington
1/2 baltimore
old friends old
music played on bar tops
constructions
wired ways
big blonde in my bed
who the hell is she???????
dreams...........

big house on the bend
navy blue eavestroughs
whispering omens
and awesomes

dare i wander the distant wood
where the grass is mowed
and the neighbours unperturbed?

disturbing dreams -
demand stealing another nap

back from dreams
in and out the window
wind chimes steady
balmy & after a sprinkle
the clouds flow by
beautiful blue over me
more wine - more wine
for tonight's shindig
progression of progressive
always looked at it in
a different way.......wanting to steal more dreams.........

i dreamed i was a helpless eye
looking everywhere
seeing nothing
all'd been stolen

Did it look anything like this?


yes, the crazy eyes
they look but do not see
they want
but do not need
they blink
but only because they must

"blinded by the light"
I stood in the corner
not wanting to really see
not wanting to really be
a part of the scene
the icey crisp scene
of that dream
that dream that haunted me

so I awoke
afraid to rest my head upon
the next night
and the next night
and the next...

I awoke to a new dream
and had been
robbed
blind

awoke to a new dream
and had been
robbed
blind

yeah it is a hell of a

and then you move on



because there is plenty more where that was.

speaking of the "orgiastic future"

I have seen that eye many places on the web. I suppose it has never been copyrighted. The first place I found it was here

http://www.fcps.k12.va.us/westspringfie ... mbolsa.htm

It does not remind me so much of an eye as an asshole blinking at me

blink
in the blink of an eye
i said aye
then said nay evermore
lost youth
lost twenty years or more
lost to the open road
where the truckier gave me an my cat a ride
from flagstaff to barstow
lost the desert
lost direction
lost the war
lost my commision
lost my grandparents' ardour
lost my parents' favour
lost my nation of origen
found the belly of the beast
and the underground stream

something lost
something gained

shobogenzo
to study the self is to forget the self
to forget the self is to study the cosmos
dogen stole the buddha

treardrop on an open wound
dries a sepia wash
in a blink of ink.

orioles 9
devilrayz 6
play ball!

I awoke to a new dream
and had been
robbed
blind

_________________

something lost
something gained

shobogenzo
to study the self is to forget the self
to forget the self is to study the cosmos
dogen stole the buddha

treardrop on an open wound
dries a sepia wash
in a blink of ink.

DOGEN

Credited with bringing the Soto school of Zen Buddhism to Japan; he stressed shikan taza, or just sitting, as the means to enlightenment

I lost my seat
When
I lost the road
Now sitting is so difficult for me
So stationary
No momentum
Keep on keeping on

Time is the thief that stole my yesterdays
Today I still have

Yes Yes Yes
Sitting in the truck, watching the world go by
Mile after mile of a two fold continous multiplicity
Words two bit words
Watcing Husserlian TV in my field of visual sensation
Not objectifying sensory data
Women the most difficult of all not to objectify
Faces and curves
suffering and desire

so I awoke
afraid to rest my head upon
the next night
and the next night
and the next...

I awoke to a new dream
and had been
robbed
blind
_________________

I rest my head upon the my saviors breast
I give my nights to Jesus
And my days to Buddha
Christ to the setting sun
Buddha is my new dawn

Mourning lost lovers just not my thing
I suppose I have never loved that deeply and completely to share another’s soul
Childhood infatuations that is all
Reflections of lust in another’s eyes

True love is perfect kindness.
There is no parting

Treasury of the Eye of the True Dharma

Penetration of Other Minds

(Shôbôgenzô tashin tsû)

Play ball
Back when the Orioles were still the St Lous Browns
When my night mares were so much more frightening

Childhood fears
Hush little baby don't you cry
Hush little baby don't say a word
Hush oh hush the night birds call
Hush oh hush the dark must fall

My tears don't fall
My eyes have not seen
Except in those herky jerky
Black and white news reels
From the Great War
The war to make the world safe for democracy
I was ashamed of the tears that ran down my cheeks

Blessed are those that have not seen
So many veterans I have known
They all told me I was fortunate
To not have seen
And I believed them.
Now the world war two vets are going fast
No eyewitness reports

Holocaust what holocaust?

No I don't mourn the girlfriends
As far as i know they are all still kicking
all seven of them
But god how I mourn the children

Lordy how I mourn
I mourn the children

She was 14 the last time I saw her
The closest I have ever felt to a kid beside my sister
Before her mother and I went our seperate ways
Years later she came looking for me
But I was out on the road

I blame myself
That is probably nuts
But I think if not for me she would have never been in California
She would never have been on that mountain pass
She woud have never died in that wreck
The butterfly effect

Lord how I mourn the children