Thursday, March 27, 2014

Before You Sleep



Dare not the dream of the ride,
for it does arrive,
in your Nightmare not mine.

In that nighttime sleep,
where you rest your head,
the pillow spoke as you went to bed.

It Said

..gently now rest your soul,
for in the deepest night of whole,
the best of worst will visit heard,
the words of learn so poured a turn.

... place your feet so close to meet,
that your knees begin to keep,
the duvet, that sheet or blank it pact,
the type of things that beings exact.

... the shadows of the closed eye lids,
opens doors to exit exist,
the float of self above the floor,
felt like nothing but has been done before.

... crossing the barrier of such a snare,
look back so that you know the fare,
the lift of piece in prose of said,
don't lose yourself 'cause you have dealt such dread.

... you never will know such levered,
the time between is the gear of scheme,
you'll wake to no that sleep is dead,
all in the hour of seeing red.

You don't believe that your Being can leave?

...put aside the horror and move like steam,
perfectly you will prove,
it's not lost it's just a move.

... look never to that which will bind this track,
for the loss will know your Kind,
in this stated as I said,
I'm your pillow,
come and rest your head.

When the ice cream melts,
and the coffee cup can not be held,
you will know you're in the sever
of the place that states a debtor.

... you now lay you're self to sleep,
no that there are particular leaks,
calls are made while screaming's wired,
to the facts that you're a liar.

The throttle of the vocal course,
the tonal sound in silent sport,
shows the difference as a score.

 .. not all go but few will stay,
the invitation of all should scrape,
the bottom of is simply take,
a deeper, darker, sleepier way.

 ... these shapes of things this dangling,
 a belief that you can also stream,
as a game of known to play,
is so lasting resembles brain.

So lay your head down,
take a peek,
it's a Trip you'll need no seat,
the aisle is the lives you reap,
the evidence of such still breathes.

~ pillow talks ~


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