Monthly Archives: October 2014

Light

Light
My dreams came true every breath I felt. My hopes shine within your smile, as my dreams bring you closer to my heart. My fears rise and fall within the rhythm of your pulse, but in the end I had to open the universe to you so you could dance amongst the stars and see that we made the world turn.
And now your my North Star, returning nightly to light my path to us. I am guided by the light you exude for me and the love that races through our horizon like lightening. My thoughts reflect off the surface of our life like the stars dancing along a calm lake on a moonlit night.

I imagine, I dream, I hope tomorrow is a myth. I imagine life on the cusp of desire where possibilities make now forever. Suspended within us, we could be a universe, and life would revolve around our passion. The elements would rise and fall with the emotional wind we create, and love would swelter on the calm breezes of our summer nights. I imagine Paradise isn’t a place, it’s us as the storm.

I dream days and nights, awake or asleep, of us. My dreams are a continuation of my days and nights wrapped in your arms and legs creating our world. Passion is my light and my darkness is buried in your breast thriving on your heartbeat next to mine. Seconds, minutes, and hours melt into the peaceful rhythm of your breath. So now I never have to awaken. My life is a dream with you.

I hope our world sits in the universe as a light for others that can see, but cannot reach us. I hope that we can spin through the universe and our sweat becomes the stardust illuminating the sky with a glittering myst. I hope you feel the elements when we touch. Hope is our sun sitting out in the distance warming our wishes with a constant reminder that we are hope in human form.

I imagine my life with you is a dream come true and hope you feel the light as intense as I do. My world sits on the edge of us spinning in circles creating space for two. You’re the light in my universe and darkness is only a part of who we are, through a day we shine no matter. These are the elements of us that bliss seeks an identity through, and everything else can only be between us.

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Falling Short

Time does not heal wounds, it aggravates them with moments of doubt and fear. I feel the lonely hours between your touch like chains around my thoughts dragging noisily along deserted streets. Every minute of hope ticks away at my resolve like links intertwined with vines.

Something’s between me and bliss. Is it my expectations? Is it an illusion? After all you really can’t say one word, sing one song, or draw one picture of love. Sure I can demonstrate care and concern, but that’s part of love. So there you have it; I love you and can’t explain it.

I don’t want to explain it. I want to live it, feel it, breathe it every second of every day, but life gets in the way. I hate you can’t be my life, my breath. I’m at peace when we are one. Joined by our desire to hide within each other.

But now all I know is hope. Hope that “stuff” don’t get so built up between us that our heart beats become mute. Distanced to the point of only an echo of us is heard, but not quite audible. The sight of you can never be enough.

I know my garbled thoughts can be confusing. My fears are you. My dreams are you. My hopes and desires are you. I stumble often but never falter in my desire for us to be ours and ours only. Do forgive my attempt at eloquence and understand that “I love you” just seems to fall short of how I feel about us.

Love you. Fatt Daddy!!!

Dream

We’ll go to great lengths to hide our truths. We bury our perceived shortcomings in layers of dysfunction that eventually become our personality, us. This is the wisdom behind the saying, “the truth will set you free”.

We have those universal dreams as a guard against what our brain knows life will throw at us, or probably more correct, what we throw at ourselves. Dreams that tell us of situations that will come years down the road. Free falling, running from something we know will catch us, or defending ourself with useless punches that have no effect. The scary dream of something catastrophic happening and you wake up just before the injury or death. These are just a few of the feelings that warn us, or are a preparation for life’s tribulations.

Free falling is surreal. Somewhere beyond fear and awe we are out there between safe and danger. We control the emotion with a slow motion observance that is sort of “out of body”.

We do have control of those situation where we perceive we don’t. We always have control through choice. If we use the wisdom of the dream; slowing down and controlling our descent allows us to think clearer in the face of adversity. In those moments I have faith in our psychology that we will understand we always knew the right choice, which doesn’t guarantee that we chose it.

Running from something we know will catch up to us is way too obvious. From bills that are late to doctors visits, even trespasses we know will come back to haunt us, facing our concerns about situations unresolved is crucial.

Many times we ignore the wisdom of the dream and layer new dilemmas we know will come back to “get us” in an attempt to bury the unresolved. This rubric is flawed obviously and usually results in someone telling us to slow down and think of a solution cause it ain’t going away!

Those ineffective punches we throw at life can really leave you feeling defenseless. The perseverance it takes to tackle the situations we get ourselves into is phenomenal for some. Even if life did “throw things at you”, which I take accept ion to in most cases, sometimes you have to fight through to the other side of normal. Just because you work harder doesn’t guarantee success on your first swing.

Many times our reaction to an adverse situation results in us adding dysfunction to our life through choices. The most basic example is hitting someone when we’re mad, but it could be taking too many drinks because we lost a job, or sleeping around with numerous partners because we were dumped!

Whatever our dilemma, sometimes our solution are useless and we feel helpless to resolve them. The will to keep punching reminds us that we have the will and care about normal, if we suspend our dysfunction and choose the right path, even if it seems all up hill, then we’re afforded the opportunity to say, “man, I dodged that blow!”.

Analogies are more than academic challenges or poetic tools. Their truths that reveal ideas and concepts to help us creatively live life and learn. Dreams are the same if we step back and slow down long enough to think about the correlations. I’m not talking mystical manic, or a Jungian philosophy that will correspond one to one with life’s challenges. However there is some reason that the theme to many of our dreams are the same, universal if you will.

I always heard that if you died in your dream you would never wake up, die in your sleep. This conversation came when I was younger and had one of those dreams where I had a feeling I was just about to die and woke up. My friends had similar dreams and told me the story.

This is one of those ascetic nightmares. For me it seems a warning. “Turn around before it’s too late!” Like, you still have time and chances to avoid doom. It never has been a situational correlation for me; rather a shield to carry that reminds me when my senses become dull to the traps I sometimes fall into.

It could be that I’m on the metaphorical tightrope between mystical and practical. Who knows. I just think that our brain is a wonderful organ that will never be understood completely, thank God we can never objectively study the origin of thought. That will forever be a dream.

It doesn’t seem to have to be as academic as testing chemical processes or studying hemispheres and responses. God gave us the tools to live and learn. Dreams are tools; for the dreamer! So maybe I just had an epiphany and can sharpen some of the tools I have and imagine an amazing life, who knows, I may even still be able to live a great dream.