Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Sunday, April 10, 2011

DREAM DIMENSION

PSYCHEDELIC DREAM



Hello, do I know you?
Why do you look at me like that?
You are smiling!
Your eyes even smile
Why do you not speak?

I know--so many questions.

How many more miles
To where I am going?

Oh! your mouth is moving,
That is a good sign!
But I still hear nothing.
Speak louder. Please.

When do we leave this place?


Here on the highway
I feel very peaceful.
Calm. Like on a boat
Atop shining sweet sea.
Afloat

Hey! Are you listening?
It's as if you do not hear.

--Why.....
You don't know I'm 'talking'!

Oh, my!
Something here is not right
I'm lying down
You are standing
Picking me up--

LET ME DOWN!

I won't drown.
I can walk.

Nooo, I cannot...
Nor talk,
nor hear,
Believe I've lost my sight
Yet I do not fear


All is right, OK
I'm in love
In love


Where, where is she?
Is this how we
Set each other free?


Coming to my finality
Here is what I think
This, the last reality...

PLEASE!
Tell them--I did not drink!

psychadelic_dream_by_fleetofgypsies: Deviant Art

9 comments:

  1. Brilliant. this made me stop and think.

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  2. aaah, no-one can say it quite like you do! great write! really great write!!!

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  3. dude...quite the trip...i enjoyed this much...

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  4. I mean no disrespect, but I feel I must ask. Is there ever a moment when your sobriety doesn't color your life? The question is nothing but honestly seeking an understanding.

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  5. Ah... Steve
    That sadness running high and then falling into that torment of being in love...
    Wake up, hun, and smile>>> you did not drink

    But what a bad dream!

    :-*

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  6. No drink for you--no drink for me. If we stay that way the happier we'll be.....hugs

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  7. No drink for you, for it would get in the way of your truest music, Steveronis!

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  8. Steve E. I live in the Southern Piedmont, not too far from the foothills of the Southern Appalachians. The country of the red soils and thin B horizons, from that tragedy of soil erosion from cotton plantations...

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  9. DAFT SCOTS LASS!
    Ma'am if it "made YOU think", then I want to go back and read it once more--grin!

    SHADOW!
    When one of YOUR great talent praises, it carries yet more meaning.
    Thanks
    PEACE!

    BRIAN MILLER!
    It is wonderful to see you her. Or there. Or anywhere!--grin!

    MAGPIE. The only thing on my mind for 25 years was "getting drunk", escaping the world and myself. My sobriety now is a part of me, tying in with everything I do. The AA program has kept me sober for a long time. Without it I would have been dead many years ago! AA has given me life...and a "way of life.

    DULCE!
    You make a good and true assessment of this post, which IS the truth BTW. Thank you! A "peep" PEACE!

    DRY BOTTOM GIRL!
    Got a real kick out of your po-em, as Dagmar used to say.

    SMITTY!
    Thanks for your informational. Someone could Google your house with that clarity of wordings--grin! (I did just mean what area, you defined it perfectly. Thanks! Goin' through there in late Sept, hope to see leaves colored by the Master Painter. But you RIGHT! NO drinky-poo! Desire for that is simply--GONE! I wanna know where I was last night, etc.
    PEACE!

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