there are no dreams here

there are no dreams here they are but fragments of thought dismissed and abandoned to the wilderness of our imaginations to intersect or collide perhaps hundreds or thousands at a time to create some kind of patchwork mosaic of tossed millisecond ideas and flashes of imagery that have nowhere to go these are not dreams a vast wasteland of connected disconnected energy of the mind last night we walked together and discovered our shared love of art and ghosts while the world slept while I slept I later met you in a book store where we paged through Vangogh prints and discussed the peculiarities of 'The Smoking Skull' I awoke to a beautiful Sun and for a few joyous seconds…thought to call you there are no dreams here

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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