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Morphine Dreams

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Local Rebel
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0 posted 05-31-2000 04:38 PM       View Profile for Local Rebel   Email Local Rebel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Local Rebel

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
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1 posted 05-31-2000 05:57 PM       View Profile for Corazon   Email Corazon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corazon

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
Martie
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2 posted 05-31-2000 06:08 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

This feels like a bad dream...very powerful expression!
Jana Tovey
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3 posted 05-31-2000 06:20 PM       View Profile for Jana Tovey   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Jana Tovey

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.
RainbowGirl
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4 posted 05-31-2000 08:03 PM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

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?
Local Rebel
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5 posted 06-01-2000 03:54 PM       View Profile for Local Rebel   Email Local Rebel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Local Rebel

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...
doreen peri
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6 posted 06-01-2000 06:48 PM       View Profile for doreen peri   Email doreen peri   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for doreen peri

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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