A Vision Or Two....please read,important....

Ali

I had a vision,them tying me up and forcing me to eat their feline's dung.
I had a vision,of him making love to me in an American dream tent.
I had a vision of him holding me two nights ago.
I had a vision of us walking in heaven.
I had a vision of us walking in heaven,near a bridge, and a sea of glass.
I had a vision of my Grandfather speaking to me.
I had a vision of him kissing me.
I had a vision of them coming to me.
I had a vision of her.
I had a vision of my best friend, and my sister.
I had a vision of me weeping at His feet.

statement:allison d. vigh

MellowMind

er..yeh ok whats this meant to be???

FinsburyParkCarrots

MellowMind wrote:

er..yeh ok whats this meant to be???

Only the reader can decide that. An author never knows, they just think they know and they're always wrong. And the text cannot know itself.

karma defect

A lot of image's and I can't quite lay my finger on what they mean.
There's something behind it though.
Thankx.

Ali

MellowMind wrote:

er..yeh ok whats this meant to be???

It's all about you,
that's what it means.

You're satanic.Like Pearl Jam.
and allllllllll the cops know.

grooveamatic

Ali wrote:

It's all about you,
that's what it means.

You're satanic.Like Pearl Jam.
and allllllllll the cops know.

This reply is perhaps even more cryptic than the poem, and I love them both,...Ali, the poem is wholly unique and strangely moving (for me)....and the thing about all the cops knowing is downright hysterical....

Ali

grooveamatic wrote:

This reply is perhaps even more cryptic than the poem, and I love them both,...Ali, the poem is wholly unique and strangely moving (for me)....and the thing about all the cops knowing is downright hysterical....

Thanks groovey...ya know that's their real job though.Unfortunately, some innocent get persecuted,like someone I love and myself....some cops are just plain unintelligable.Statement.:)Anyway...try this.


Last night,we were by a lake of green,
river flowing into it,Boc and Bean.
I dropped his electric razor into the tub,
was found in bed,struck with sickness,NO...
just tiredness.
My sistah was wearing my hat,
And Bean scrawled on the shower curtain,
ali ed.
What a doll.
ADV:c2006

grooveamatic

This one's a little tougher for me...I like the word choices, it's kinda Ginsbergian or Corsoian, but I found myself more confused than moved.....but shit happens, no?

Ali

grooveamatic wrote:

This one's a little tougher for me...I like the word choices, it's kinda Ginsbergian or Corsoian, but I found myself more confused than moved.....but shit happens, no?

Well,just let the picture fall into your head.


If I wasn't in heaven,
Father,
then why was I holding my friend that died?
Why does Mojo Risin' speak kind words to me?
Why did I see the sea of glass,
surrounded by my friends
and my sister?
Why did I see the lake of green,
not fire?
And why did I think you'd be there too?

heart,
allison


I love you ed and stoney!:)

allison

grooveamatic

Ali wrote:

Well,just let the picture fall into your head.


If I wasn't in heaven,
Father,
then why was I holding my friend that died?
Why does Mojo Risin' speak kind words to me?
Why did I see the sea of glass,
surrounded by my friends
and my sister?
Why did I see the lake of green,
not fire?
And why did I think you'd be there too?

heart,
allison


I love you ed and stoney!:)

allison

that was good advice, "let the picture fall into my head"....and it did! it did! how vivid and--somehow--frightening!!

Ali

here's another one from last night,Groove.

Light green,
yellow lines.
Bigger than the eye
can see.
Patches of metal,
pieced together,
in a plce I call,
"Arizona-Heaven".
A house on the coast,
a microwave.And a fridge,
filled with food I've never seen.
I've got to recreate those-
some kind of alfredo-
but,not taste it,while I'm here.
My mother and father,
in the house,
with Mr. Akroyd.
A sea so clean,
on the coast,
A house,foundation so strong,
and a deck and pool.
Some wood chairs.
Love my family,in heaven.

3/06adev 3:22pm

grooveamatic

OK, now this is getting really interesting. Can anyone tell me who she is mimicking? Because I can't. This is beginning to sound like something new, Ali, which is really exciting. I mean, I can see shades of this person or that person but if this is purely derivative of something or someone than I am unaware of it....proceed! I shall be watching with a quickly beating heart...

Ali

grooveamatic wrote:

OK, now this is getting really interesting. Can anyone tell me who she is mimicking? Because I can't. This is beginning to sound like something new, Ali, which is really exciting. I mean, I can see shades of this person or that person but if this is purely derivative of something or someone than I am unaware of it....proceed! I shall be watching with a quickly beating heart...

You got it baby,just waiting for you to pop up tonight.KNow youre face!


Vision XIV & XV....

Last night,
and yesterday.
Lucille on the phone...
The great Trenton Printing.
Sitting in a classroom,
Mr. R. Long present,
Mr Michael YMCA.
Learning something on the computer,
words flashing by.
Sitting in a classroom,once again...
Like the time I saw Hendrix
playing for the class.
Doesn't remind me of highschool,
vaguely,
but of a Earthly place,
not so facaded.
Mr Long,so brilliant,
Michael, so strong.
God Bless America.

adv

grooveamatic

I, quite simply, am rapt.

Ali

grooveamatic wrote:

I, quite simply, am rapt.

Rapt.

Good choice.


vision...

a wave comes,
and he falls under.
I weep and moan for days,
with only my arms to
pull Him up from deaths reach.

Ali

Jess and I,
walking in our
clothes.
Talking as we,
pose.
Barb,
handing out the
butts.
Nanuq,
loving all the,
mutts.
The teacher,
going to
nam,
The bodies,
sufferring in
embalm.

(She sits in her home,with her sex toys and her purple pillows,clinging onto a home and power she gets from judging.I listen to it all.)