on the sun

There's still some pennies mucking about but nothing else.

A lot of dark, and I forgot about that but I suppose I didn't.

What really gets me is the serenity.

I expected that.

I didn't expect the insanity.

I can only hope for something of that nature.

And a roof.

On the sun on the sun on the sun on the sun.

see how they run

and i welcome back the fantastical!

a promise i can make

you'll never know which is me and which is he

which is we and we are all together

but isn't that just more fun?

slide

overhead, a motor spins the blades

the slipping sound of my sssanity

and so here i am

remember that thing i said?

coming?

mhm.

I respond line for line

SammiTammiUammiVammiWammiXammi.
Love.
I forgive you, my dear.
You have indeed.
And I miss you
so (etc.)
very much.
It seems you are though,
yes.
Not nearly like you.
Sometimes many people say that
but its what I do.
Sometimes...
that is impossible.
So many people do, I hear.
Yes.
Everything and nothing.
Art.
I don't worry about such things.
Art. And sometimes friends.
The world and its pleasures.
Reality is a relative existence that has no meaning but to the beholder.
I adore you.
Likely an eagle, king of the skies and free above all other creatures.
I love big thoughts.

If

only I knew
who I was you
if you were me
if we were we
then it would...
then it would.

forget

Perhaps it is stress that does it, but its coming.
Or maybe it's the distance of the earth from the sun.
It's got it's ups and downs, I suppose.

i spread my arms

there are times when i realize i've lost touch with someone.
usually in those moments i figure they won't care to get in touch with me.
i hope its not true.
or awkward.

awake

To color them night.
Wooden faces seek look left. Day of Resurrection.
Wood wood wood not stone.
But still. Not still in the least.
Wait. Disconnected arms of oak branching out.
G man pushing pulling stone walls stone blocks building stone wall.
Face chant.
Push pull wall.
Door behind wall and separate.
One side separation from past.
Other, separation from us.
I imagine...

In further news,

There is a smudge on the window that resembles a lion of medieval design. Its head faces down and its mouth is open, waiting to devour any robber that attempts to take the long route up a ladder on an already sloping incline, to the second story to break in through an upstairs window. He'd be stupid to break in like that...there's a lion in that window...

In other news,

If the colors were harvest gold, oak, and sunlight, the dream would involve man-sized lizards in the front of an old church, clawing open a giant sandwich cracker and licking out the insides. The man in the front would continually reiterate his "eat your fill" message and the lizards would comply. It's unclear whether the lizards would have human faces but they would be easily recognizable as us.

and yet again

I've thought of another thing.
This is all about the colors of music though. I can't forget this one.

20 Ghosts III

choice of words

I had a dream that culminated in a third person view in a mirror of a person gouging out their own eye with a pick axe. The lady was telling him to.
Key colors included black, blue-grey, and rust.

I realize now

We are all in the midst of a revolution.
And thank God we are.