Frantic screams leap from her
A symphony of worship and
bitter memories mingling
lingering in her mind
Pink skin kissed by the summer
sun turns purple under her
dress as she sleeps, dreaming
of her nightmare, her love
Drunk on sordid details
her mind fights as the scene
plays on a thousand screens
in her dreams, her nightmare
Her love watches over her
Wind gently blowing away
her future, her scream, her love
enters and ends her dreams
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I am so glad you are here. Please make yourself at home, here, next to the arm-chair. Let us talk of poetry and life; let us laugh and crack jokes; let us rule the world with our lofty thoughts and electrodes for those out of line.Most likely I will pee a little when we laugh, and my thoughts are usually random rather than lofty, but you know what they say: “The dog of the exceptional wisdom has the bird of sleeping monkeys in his dreams!”Anyway, I was talking to a guy the other day who was high on pot (he was standing on the toilet) and I mentioned my fear of bush hogs and roaches. He comforted me and then asked why I was in the stall with him.So there you go, my full life story nowhere on this page. I feel like we know each other so much better now. Sometimes I’m serious, sometimes I seriously funny, sometimes I’m seriously gassy. I am at all times grateful for your support.If you have an idea to share, or just want to drop a line, you can contact me at peanuttyoh@yahoo.comBe excellent to each other and glitter on glitterbombs.
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Sweet dreams protected by a beloved! You are safe, so sleep well… nice thoughts here…