| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 6/3/2006 7:49:25 AM | Italian-ice, no doubt a very old soul, I am touched beyond words!
Raylene thanks for dropping back in. Your post had a ring of familiarity to me. "never give up on yourself or hope". My own plea daily to a dearest friend just last week.
Boy all that meditation yesterday and energy I sent it seems to
be coming back to me today.
I have so much to type up to post from my reflections while in REPOSE lol. | |
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| Remember
Posted: 6/4/2006 5:52:29 AM | oh my sweet daemon
there is no language
yet
in this plane
for what
you
are teaching
me
I whisper out
an aching prayer
let me show
you
no need for wings
come with me
return
and be restored
in the
womb
of our
perfect
Mother's
energy
you found me
melting
my own chains
with one sweet breath of you
I soar free
but,
you remain bound
don't you see
I can't go home
until you
remember
how to fly
....remember, remember, remember
so you can teach her to fly too | |
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| Remember
Posted: 6/5/2006 4:50:09 PM | For my Crow
you sent me books
before
you became lost
inscribed inside
as only you
can do
but, do you remember so long ago
the first 2 you gave to me
from your special collection
Romeo & Juliett
& The Hunchback of Notre Dame
you inscribed Hunchback
this way
"to the one who sees the beauty in every thing"
So why have you forgotten
I can still see
all the beauty inside of you
Today you called
the greatest gift of all
when you made me laugh
I was consumed
with the pain of missing you
I lied you know, the thread will never be broken.
I will always be here for you
Just as certain as the reaility
you have forever been inside of me
a tiny splice of a
perfect memory
captured in immortality
..as only
..you can do
a treasure more cherished
than having a new planet
named after you
My dreams remain strong for you | |
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| Remember
Posted: 6/5/2006 5:14:51 PM | Dreamed I was covered in chocolate from head to toe
Felt clothed in the flavor oh me my life full of woe
I felt a light sprinkling of something, perhaps snow
I opened my eyes... the memories of chocolate won't go
Guess it is all my talk of chocolate and I owe it all to each of you...... | |
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| Remember
Posted: 6/5/2006 5:33:36 PM | I came to this dream to see
what yummies our lady brought to me
I swear I started to lick myself clean
of all that chocolate falling down on me
YUMMMYYYYY
Thank YOU LADYP!!!
I BET I DREAM ABOUT CHOCOLATE SNOW TONIGHT lol lol lol. | |
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| Remember
Posted: 6/6/2006 8:26:36 AM | | I really think they call that a chocolate lover's blizzard. lol lol. Thank you Drea | |
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| She is Waiting
Posted: 6/6/2006 1:24:29 PM | I do believe a phone call from a once burning crow awoke me from my dreams of
chocolate blizzards and decadent chocolate galore! Love you Ladyp!!
The burning crow
is becoming a
splendid Phoenix
(I was led to do this now and I have missed lauging with you too)
I thought with you,
unlike the others,
I didn't know instantly
you were part of my true family
I still see you like an Adonis
in my mind when we first picked you up at school
maybe I was intimidated by that
brilliant mind
maybe it was your exterior beauty
that confused
You know such things are unimportant to me
and today I wonder if I ever told you this,
I had never before seen anyone who looked SO beautiful?
but, very soon
those earthly things were forgotten
when your essence was plunged to the core of me
and here you remain
inside me still
this quarter of a century
despite those few years we were busy
shuffling along our paths
you remained a part of me
and,
as it is destined to be
our path's would cross again soon
do you think it coincidence
you were there the night I met Alex
it wasn't
maybe I needed your warm hug that night to reopen me
so I could completely see him then
maybe he was taken so you and I
would soon cross paths yet again
to finally complete our bonding
and since that day we were reunited
you have remained my inseparable friend
It is what Richard Bach knew
and I now know it too
those in our family will keep meeting again and again
after years or lifetimes
because we are connected
by that mysterious energy
all you have to do
is remember my life to see that truth
I have shared with you
all the loves in your life
as you have done with mine
You have taught me so much
about
living
in ways you may never really understand
but, do you know
that it is only HER
that has felt like a part of our true family
Ask yourself when you read that
the face that first flashed in your mind
Not the one you keep burning over
tho I know your love for her is true
but, the One fate separated
you from those many years ago
I found her just like you asked me to
against all odds, but
it was so easy you see
when the time was right
because she shares our energy
and she is waiting now
it is time to bring her home
.......she is waiting all alone
.......and she has waited so long
.......just to hear you say
.............."I'm Sorry"
it doesn't have to be forever,
but it will help heal you now
and she needs those simple words
so I ask this now for both of you
and I ask for myself as well
because you know I have always loved her too
and her heart could use that healing that can come from only you
Don't keep her waiting too long | |
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| Who Are You?
Posted: 6/7/2006 9:37:14 AM | and what am I to think
when you shower me with
such beautiful words
saying this very strange
day of coincidences will
not come again for
another 1000 years
tempting me,
enticing me,
hypnotically
from my introverted cave
in the night
what am I to think?
when it was
the devil's
day
06/06/06
are you demon?
not to be confused with
my sweet daemon, my heart's muse, teacher, and inspiration
(teasing....hmmm I think) | |
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| Who Are You?
Posted: 6/7/2006 6:51:13 PM | You must think that your words
provoked the warm showers
to tempt you,
to entice you,
to hypnotize you
to leave the cave
into the night
am I the demon? | |
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| Who Are You?
Posted: 6/7/2006 8:21:29 PM | LOL LOL
That is what the demon said *smile
Dare one believe a demon tho? | |
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| Remeber
Posted: 6/7/2006 8:31:41 PM | Remember
I come here
with my dreams
aching
burning
bleeding
holding
precious
flowers
inside
my resurrected heart
she was right you know
you can't choose who you love
but you and I know
wishing
we could somehow forget
sometimes we make decisions
that bring great pain
choosing
to take a different path
when our heart wants it's way
takes the strongest love of all
.........let yourself be
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My heart
like a
stubborn child
keeps
screaming
I want my way today
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 6/7/2006 9:29:28 PM | | Drea, always a pleasure reading your post. You are so true to your words. Thanks for all the posts you do and im sure many people benefit from your wisdom. *Smiles* Raylene | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 6/7/2006 10:26:44 PM | Our dreams weave the realities from the offerings of the stars
Of billion year creations pulsing coloured threads past mars,
In thousand year segments we can perceive not how,
until we weave our dreams into now . | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 6/7/2006 10:45:51 PM | Once in awhile as I lay asleep at night
A shadowy feeling comes over me, a fright
dream world, a powerful and moving insight
A way to experience caress and delight
Dreams help and encourage each of you
Teach and enlighten all to have a clue
Dreamweavers are ancient and not new
Dreams come at night and in the day too. | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 6/8/2006 5:26:18 AM | Raylene good to see you back, but I feel today as if I have learned nothing yet in this life.
Neseemoo, just when I thought my mind was ready to turn a page, your last line triggered another reverie. I guess this stubborn child will just go where spirit leads LOL.
I was happy to see POf's wonderful ladyp visit my dream castle while I was away!
I had thought last night to take a break.
Have an eye appt to see if my eyes will soon be
as blind as the rest of me.
I may drop back in to visit later.
time to turn a page
leave this chapter behind
but like any cherished book
I only want to linger
a little longer
absorbing
all I can
until my heart can hold no more
or until I can
understand what it truly means
but the mind want's its way
and it ALWAYS gets its day!
no matter how I fight it
This was last night's thought again!!!
Oh somebody please give me a lobotomy
so my mind will just let me BE! | |
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| Balance or Insanity?
Posted: 6/9/2006 2:19:45 PM | Balance or Risk Insanity?
when i was 20
i thought in a different language
from all those around me
I had lived my life inside my head
tho I was the middle born in a
large family, I think I rarely talked
it was like I had to translate
everything I really felt and thought
into the real world language
no I was not schizophrenic
it was simply I lived my life in books
so often my mind would think in thee and thou
and poetic types of verse
All that changed quickly as I left that world behind
and raised a family and became addicted to my profession
writing lines of computer code changed the language
and that sweet language of the soul was forgotten
until again I rediscovered poetry
now I find myself again almost speaking aloud
in that old forgotten lanuguage my soul feeds my head
it has reopened my energy for all the world to feel
and in that process the energy around me seems to grow
again I find myself acutely sensitive
to this mystery that surrounds us all
I feel the subtle changes in moods in everyone around me
This energy affects us all
most in this plane learn to block it
except our precious children and animals
Some days I think this thing called Poetry
has simply left my mind a bit deranged
especially when my heart begins to scream
I see in your ancient eyes the reflection of my own twin flame
and my mind has to reject it all
and again leave poetry behind
to protect my sanity
or resign myself to being lost in the bliss it might really bring
Time to work on that technical project I think
balance grasshopper
patience I will learn | |
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| PUMP UP THE VOLUME - SYNCHRONICITY
Posted: 6/9/2006 6:00:28 PM | SYNCHRONICITY
Note to "Black Mary": I actually FELT the JOY in these moments, not just the MEMORY of it. Time to write a new theory I guess LOL. And you thought I had forgotten I bet LOL.
The
One who
Chooses
To remain
invisible
seems to have
given new
energy to the
frequencies
and here today
stronger
than ever
is my familiar
friend
SYNCHRONICITY
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That crow I have loved so well half my life can be such a Doubting Thomas with me at times. Sometimes I think that stubborn creature never listens to me, but there he was this morning cawing on and on about that synchronicity thing I had talked about for months. Just when I think he is deaf, he regurgitates everything I said. Seems while he was away I had forgotten it somehow, and here he was to remind me like a true friend will always do.
Then this afternoon I felt a sudden cosmic nudge and here YOU are to remind of the first memory I ever had with anyone of being on the same frequency and one of my first clear recollections I have of this repeating synchronicity in my strange life. I know you guys are always near, but it is nice to be reminded like today.
We were in 6th grade and being such an introvert I was far too much the loner to have many friends. You were such a naughty little boy that you seemed to have a permanent place in the front of the room that year. I took my seat as I always did, in the very back, trying to blend in with the woodwork I always said. This would be a pattern for us every year for the next 6 years, you in the front, me in the back.
No one else our age seemed to share the same passion for music you and I did. This gave me an immediate connection with you when I saw you with your little transistor radio hidden away in your pocket, with those tiny little single earphones. You were very popular, your best friend Billy being the mayor's son and all. You and Billy were always surrounded by people. Despite all those many others, wherever you and I met, you always gave me that little knowing look, that little silent communication of understanding and recognition. We were never hidden from each other after 6th grade.
I can see you now in that 6th grade class, wearing that blue oxford shirt, dark hair on your forehead, fidgeting in that chair in the front of the class. The punishment desk you always seemed to be sitting in faced a parallel angle to all the rest of the class. Many times throughout the day when we were supposed to be working on something, one of us would start fiddling with the dial on our cleverly hidden radios, searching for just that right song we wanted to hear. We could always tell when we both stopped on the same station, that little sound the same frequencies make on an AM dial. It was such an obvious connection I would always fear the teacher FELT it too, oddly it seems similar to the feeling I get when I meet another in our ‘family’. I know it has a name and I am sure you and Billy could tell me what it is, but I only remember what it sounded and FELT like. Secretly I would sometimes change the station just to find where you were when you looked so intense listening to the music. How it thrilled me to get inside your head like that!
You tried to keep your head down so teacher wouldn’t notice, and when one of us would hear that frequency meshing, you would****those brown pools of infinity up at me and smile that sweet smile that never seemed to change right up until the end of your life. Funny in my mind you didn’t really look much different when you died at 22 than you did in 6th grade, just a little more covered up with that long hair and beard that became the fad. We would sit like that staring into each other’s eyes until the song would end, totally immersed in the music, separate, but together, sharing that moment between just us two. You got caught a few times and I guess that is why you never seemed to leave that punishment chair at all that year. Didn’t stop us tho. We had so many of those days together that year. You, always openly rebellious and me always hiding my own non-conformity behind an acceptable layer of seeming sameness. But, I learned that year what a tender soul you were inside, simply by the music and the way your eyes changed as we shared those songs. Those minutes were so electric for me!!! Almost orgasmic I now realize in their intensity. We were connected by more frequencies than just the radio waves and we both knew it. I always knew I really knew you better than that flock of people always hanging around you guys and all because of those magic musical moments when our eyes held.
Sometimes when we were older I would get lucky and find you and Billy away from that crowd. You and Billy would entertain me with all those fascinating things you always discussed, time machines, God, ghosts, and so much more. But, always that music for the three of us!! They even let you and Billy teach a class on what all the Beatles, Led Zeplin and other songs really meant. How neat was that!! How you guys fed me! I always wished we could hang out more, but you guys always had your ‘following’ in those days and I was forever the loner. But not those rare times when I could be alone with you two!! Billy always has something intriguing to tell me when our paths cross, but I think his ‘guru’ days became a bore to him finally.
I won't tell all our other secrets here. Some in these parts would tar and feather me and Billy still I bet. We were all really just a bunch of hippie wannabes back then, although with that little commune Billy started outside of town, I guess you guys were the real thing for awhile. I am still called a flower child by some, but these days they call it a 'bleeding heart liberal' and it can still get just as nasty at times. I know if all of us could get together again we could debate the reasons why those labels really don’t fit me. The crow and I talk about such worldly things sometimes.
The last time I got to talk to you was that little synchronicity you nudged me to remember this morning. You were home on vacation from college and it was so great to see you. I bounced around like a little child with happiness all day long after talking to you again. It was so wonderful to see you, I wanted to linger, but we both had somewhere else to be that day. You left us on this plane within 2 days of my last seeing you, an eerily familiar thing that played out more than once in my life. I always thought you and Billy's sister Becky would get married and she left us too a few years later. We remember all of you guys at our class reunions now. We have become a tight group of misfits in that little town and sometimes they all decide to just have a party out of the blue. We all did come together eventually to find some common ground and boy did that open my eyes to all my misconceptions about some of them all those years. Things are not always what they seem I learned. I hope they don't read this so they finally know there was never anyone else in our class like you.
I don't know why I have had these strange events in my life, why synchronicity seems more evident in my own life or why it has accelerated the last few months for me. Such a blend of incredible pains with perfect moments I have had. Some days I really believe no one has been more blessed than me because I have found so many of that real family along my path, known so much perfect joy at times. One day I hope you guys will help me understand it all. I try to listen when one of you invade my thoughts. I heard you today when you nudged me to remind me of frequencies and synchronicity.
I could really use some help down here now with our ‘invisible’ one. None of this stuff makes any sense to me now.
Oops! here it is again, synchronicity. Just as I typed that last line the Dio song Invisible began to play. Now how weird is that! For me these days, not at all!!
HEY ALL YOU GUYS UP THERE
When you see me coming
PUMP UP THE VOLUME for me o.k.
All you guys up there know this one likes her music LOUD!!
PEACE and LOVE
For Bob D. | |
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Msg: 118 | |
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| PUMP UP THE VOLUME - SYNCHRONICITY
Posted: 6/10/2006 4:04:06 AM | Om I have no doubt there is a rock and roll heaven somewhere
Your friend is probably hanging out now with all of mine *smile
They will probably all scream when they see the Queen of Repeat coming
especially if she gets on an opera binge LOL LOL LOL | |
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| RELAPSE PRAYER
Posted: 6/10/2006 8:25:31 AM | Dreams Renewed
Relapse Prayer
Sadness
Expansive
Deep the fields of green and gold
So far below the birds
Shame Heart
Pin-cushion meat and half-soul
The streets buzz insect pink
Eyes-burnt suns-the void
Face
A small boy in a mother's eyes
Tears
Never shed alone
Never
But hope
O Sweet Christ
Wound me gently
With a hope
Of long ago
Wound me gently
With a hope
Of long ago | |
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| PUMP UP THE VOLUME - SYNCHRONICITY
Posted: 6/10/2006 8:41:55 AM | drea my dear you have to start getting some sleep....LOL
I see with my third eye
a big band in the sky
Led Zeplin picking strings
synchronicity it seems
Rock and roll clouds
in your mind have no doubts | |
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| For You In Quiet Repose
Posted: 6/10/2006 11:25:54 AM | For You In Quiet Repose
Someone took the time
To teach me
Though often I was deaf
Still like small stones
Tossed in the reeds
Of some velvet pool
In quiet shade
She sent her soft rippling
Deep into me
I guess I couldn’t escape
And now I wouldn’t want to
I just ripple back
Thank you | |
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| For You In Quiet Repose
Posted: 6/10/2006 2:36:08 PM | Tears
Never shed alone
Never
I guess I couldn’t escape
And now I wouldn’t want to
I just ripple back
I'm feeling you Black Mary
Rippling back from my "little pink umbrella"(c) Black Mary *smile
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| The Language of Your Soul
Posted: 6/10/2006 4:18:30 PM | I Can Feel You Whisper
I hear everything you say
with the language of your soul
your whispers
sound like screams
but her inflection in your tone
prevents me
from understanding the words
don't forget her dialect
but change the frequencies
when you need to speak to me
until I can distinguish
their direction | |
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| You Can't Escape-Ripple Back
Posted: 6/11/2006 8:19:49 AM | You Can't Escape
i am not lonely
i am not alone
even when I isolate
I have all those precious ones
in my circle of energy
those who have left this plane
and those that remain
and they are with me always
I feel all their pain
I feel all their joy
I love them all unconditionally
but, my heart is heavy
because one
blocks the energy
that feeds the light
for us all
what one in my circle does effects the rest
you are family now
let your soul speak to me
or speak to one of the others
We love you
as a penguin wrote
you can't escape
ripple back
this is bigger than
...........US
I love you
Thanks Black Mary for letting me always steal your thoughts and words *smile.
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