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Morphine Dreams |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia 
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From Eden heed shreds of consciousness this helm a mesh of minds dripping sperm sermons into mush Mrs. No The clock spins RPMs into morphine dreams rid of hemp flesh pain stabbing smack dab press the damn button cancer cells proliferate prisms dropping sneer PROms programmable read only memories now dropping out in This fragile state of mind with no legislature or gov to regulate reality checks bouncing the morphine prism rainbows yesterday into miserly porn Mrs. No Mrs. Pro Life measured in Piss CC's flowing away into barren walls and hallways of greed Made her prism no made her prison no made her in RPM so made her sin PROM made her sin romp made her Mrs. No Mrs. On Mrs. Or Mrs. Sip Mrs. Sin made her imp son morphine drips sperm penetrating brain cells proliferating with cancer this fragile reality we call consciousness the wall of dreams erect between life and Love dream her imp son dream her sin dream her mesh dream she the penis Memphis the Morpheus memoirs dream she the sperm of reality penetrating cold glass eyes breathing....mechanical breath not breathing heart beats beats beats dreams into Zipping dark pain free Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb? -Kahlil Gibran |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
I think this goes some places that I have never been, but the feelings, the images...wow....lets just say sometimes the living know how the dying must feel...this is sharply touching....great writing my friend |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
This feels like a bad dream...very powerful expression! |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
Is this a hint of things to come? The big C gets so many of us. Thank goodness for morphine. Interesting, frightening, proabably inevitable, I enjoyed the form and the content of this poem. I hope I never know the small details, though. |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
How to answer?...I don't think I have one or least not one that makes sense...not everyone fades away, it doesn't eat us all and we don't all live with the lines that direct us...sometimes we dangle our hands in water as it flows through the fingers and hope...sometimes we make patterns of swirling ripples and sometimes they make sense but not always... HUSG NH...hope I made sense? |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
Thanks for the replies all.... and.. Cindy... this is not a premonition but a documentation of the labor of death... it occured to me that the labor of death was very similar to the labor of birth and this merely chronicles the event(s)... more a combination of two deaths I witnessed... and a question of the paradigm that life resides in a heartbeat... When a person ceases to be who they were.....can a spirit leave a beating heart behind and a mechanical brain that's merely dreaming memories of life? I don't know... I only know what I've seen with my own eyes... |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
this is a very ... deep, moving, special, insightful, a painful/real piece... i was sure you would come up with some wisdom amid the reality to share with the world and you've done a fine job of it here, mr. rebelhawke.... the likening of the journey to death as labor pains... the images here... the emotion behind it and the depth of this... it's really very well done. i had also thought of the comparison between labor of birth and labor of death when my dad died... life comes full circle i admire you for being able to write this so soon after his death... your words are like a photo of a time so precious, so hard, so real, so important thanks for sharing this.  just me, d |
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