Dreamscape 1.0

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    Dreamscape 1.0

     Another crumbling dreamscape looms ahead of me--
      a shattered legacy of ruined planning...
      and the softly whispering winds come;
        Dark secrets  and secret darkness along
        for the ride...but i never falter...never hesitate.
      I move along with it all, through light...
      through darkness...and everything that lies in
      between with gritted teeth and held breath;
      and i manage to keep the Secrets of Dreaming
        even the not-so-secret ones!
    I wander a world of memory and dream-
      of everything I've ever held close...
      and everything I've pushed away in fear;
      and relive agonizing decisions over again,
      like some horrid, sepia home movie...
      but through it all runs a silver thread
      of laughter...sometimes like gossamer...
        sometimes like viciously barbed wire,
        but there......always there.
    Everything I encounter in every world now
      is judged and measured by this thread
      of laughter...caressed by a lovers' touch;
        or tooth ravaged like some fallen pack thing;
        but always  and eternally changed...

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    LuLu99 commented on Dreamscape 1.0

    05-24-2009

    your work is amazing- profound. i had to chuckle at the 'horrid home sepia movie' bit- it sounds much like sometging i would write in the midst of something deeper. i've been a gypsy, wandering soul, very much into philosophy since i was a small child, very precocious, which was a curse and a blessing. my mom burned all of my works from age 6-18, an my creative river dried up for several years aftet that, so i just joined this site to attempt to connect with other writers and philosophers. where
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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