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The first poem was written in 1996 based on a dream I had. The second poem realizes the actuality of that 10 years later... Charlie: Part I I talked with my conscience the other night in nothing short of a dream His twin brother was with him and Wait, I should first describe: dark handsome a stereo-typed version of perfection just sitting on my bed with me alone in my dorm room moving shadows around I lay still and we discuss music nothing important yet we discuss music from there we talk of other things English? be... creative. and what of these people? and then I... wake. In the gray-green elixer of my mushy brain mass protected by the hat of a possessed person named Charlie whose deep eyes frighten me to confession where I explain why the people remind me of action figures But then his pupils are gone totally void of anything human So what does he say now? People don't matter Let's talk of music. Charlie: Part II The replaying of a dream - 10 years old now! Connection in technicolor making sense of faded pictures drawn to corrupt drawn to distract drawn to make me doubt. His picture in my mind is now standing before me. And how will I defend against these graven images? Two men set out to destroy; by unconscious beauty - I'm struck with silence Thinking on this power - when dreams come true and I don't know what to do. Post a comment in response: |
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