Dreamshare
phishgod
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Dreamshare
We dream
our most
beautiful dreams.
We dreamshare,
and write
poems, write
our dreams.
Lives in
bodies, minds
dream, souls
combine, the
ethereal dark
dreamstate/reality,
the skin
passes, dreams
mix reality
with our
new shared
dream visions,
unrestrained.
Bright color
wheels—orange
pink, deep
green, mahogany,
wisp of
ivory, ambergris:
our dreams
merge color
with life.
In dreamshare
world, there
is inside,
and outside,
female/male
patterns submerged,
now merged.
We exchange
freely of
our dreams,
fluids, words
from our
shared experiences,
as we
share poems
and our
new beginnings,
our dreams.
We dream
Beauty into
reality, see
reality as
Beautiful, and
make our
Beautiful dreams
come true.
We dream
poems and
in our
dreamshare world
the poem
is dream,
Beautiful dream,
the poem
is Beauty.
Beauty which
we dreamshare!
--March 25, 2002
@pth
We dream
our most
beautiful dreams.
We dreamshare,
and write
poems, write
our dreams.
Lives in
bodies, minds
dream, souls
combine, the
ethereal dark
dreamstate/reality,
the skin
passes, dreams
mix reality
with our
new shared
dream visions,
unrestrained.
Bright color
wheels—orange
pink, deep
green, mahogany,
wisp of
ivory, ambergris:
our dreams
merge color
with life.
In dreamshare
world, there
is inside,
and outside,
female/male
patterns submerged,
now merged.
We exchange
freely of
our dreams,
fluids, words
from our
shared experiences,
as we
share poems
and our
new beginnings,
our dreams.
We dream
Beauty into
reality, see
reality as
Beautiful, and
make our
Beautiful dreams
come true.
We dream
poems and
in our
dreamshare world
the poem
is dream,
Beautiful dream,
the poem
is Beauty.
Beauty which
we dreamshare!
--March 25, 2002
@pth
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this morning you made my dream come true.
sometimes the ears
stop up and forget how
to hear
because the words
all sound the same
a dream is a dream
is a dream of a dream
and dreams are so
easily swallowed up
by sun, pillows, the smoke
of your first cigarette.
dream a thing, but don't
speak it directly
share with me in the
silences
of your eyes, the soul's language
rushing forth, a poetry of being
in new quietude and peals
of ludicrous laughter~
feel a thing, dance it out
in fresh syllables, be
a tease
of meaning
for tired eyes