2009

Moondust

Looking out, I think of you
On the blue-white ball
And the million things you do
While waiting for your call

My Lunar Trick goes on forever
Many things to be done
I start another hole whenever
They tell me to start one

Twenty seven graves and growing
Under sterile dust
Quite a community we've got going
Deep inside the crust

Moondust in my chest
It seems to say
I'll end up with the rest
It takes my breath away

It's the only window on the moon
And there's not much to see here
But in the long long afternoon
I can't stop watching that sphere

Living storms slowly swirl
To cover up the blue
white clouds slowly curl
In the skies above you

And I can see it all from here
A world at a glance
I smile because I do not fear
While in my vision-trance

What's in a life?
What's in a death?
I'm making a knife
To stop their breath

When we're done with this sword
The Eye of the Goddess
Will blaze and stab downward
Destroying those who transgress

Surely this is a good thing
That I live to die for?
Someday, surely, all will sing
About how we ended war?

2-25-2008

(A dream I think I almost had)

Some Things I Remember to Forget

#Greetings, oh _____, where have you been?#

~You know, I've been here, and there, and also in those other places.  Did you not recognize me?~

#Well, I might have at times - you know how it goes, ha ha!  I know you now.#

~Yes, but did you know me when we explored possibilities in the home dreamlands your last night?~

#Sure, but I was caught up in the activity and thought nothing of it until I woke up and remembered the strange familiarity.#

~Oh, right, I remember how it goes now.  I have rarely taken physical form and I forget... how you forget.~

#What a rush!  I remember it all now, uncounted layers of inner/dream/real worlds stacked like nothing I usually have words for, interconnected by significance, gradually fading into the fog of realities that I have not yet addressed. Ai!  If I was limited to a physical brain right now I would end up unable to function. (Sharing an image of drooling self in straightjacket and padded room)#

~My dear brother, comrade, and other, have another uber-real glass of your-choice, and relax.~

#I will. It's the damned striving that gets me, you know? Life is meant to be easy but I get caught up in the local paradigm and things get tangled.  God, I hate that word 'paradigm' and I actually just used it!#

~Lol!  OMG, I just communicated "lol"! Oh no! I just communicated "OMG"! Your paradigm, or mine tonight, hmm? Para-dime, paradijum, paradise, pair of dice, the word doesn't register here; I caught the concept, which is better than the word. In this place it is a 10 cent word and not a 2 dollar word like it seems to be in your physical play-world.~

#Ah, my world. Sometimes I would gleefully press the red button and blow it all to hell.  Other times I would gladly self-terminate to preserve it.#

~Hey, that reminds me. I have figured out a way for you to retain memory of what we do here.  All you have to do is make a phase-twist of the quality of gendelmsn and implement the .... wait, you're fading out, oh come on!~

(Some things are better when they remain unremembered. I have things to do, and how could I possibly remain in physicality if I ever remembered what I always forget?)

1-5-2008

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