Jemez, New Mexico.
or was it...
I have stumbled over them.
I have climbed over them.
I have wondered over them.
I have marveled over them.
Those fantastic images endowed with metaphysical properties,
the impossible is made possible,
the ineffable dream
Kimba
Copyright,1999
Fairy Dust Pillow Storms
A red cloud of velvet rose petals
visits me during the night.
Surrounding my unconscious mind.
Levitating my unconscious body.
I am a genie on a magical carpet
traveling to places far beyond
the restraints that glue me
to this world.
I am time. I am space.
Rose petals become me.
Wingless, I fly over roof tops.
Finless, I swim under the sea.
Colors melt and fade and run with me.
dancing campfire as butterflies sing..
moonlight's rainbow is fairies wings..
golden lover as sparkling wind..
White arched lovely wooden bridge..
full moist baskets as purple streams echo..
dark green fragrance is melancholy whispering stones..
I see you here, outside the lines,
faded memory time without time.
You the lion that is the lamb,
runaway further into my hand.
Twilight and sunlight and my light are one.
I am a bubble playing and floating that is the blue sun.
I am a king dancing and laughing talking to none.
Run to me here.
It is so much fun.
--KIMBA
Copyright,1999
TAP
dust glides over the star's smiles
as my eyes can see no more
darkness fades into my life,
screaming into me with the kiss
of a dream
echoing tears inside my flesh
as the stripes of madness
fade into a woman's polka dots
caressing the fabric of her dress
dripping down sunshine glances
in my direction, filling me with night
the woman stands no more
her once shadow reveals a door
one step closer and i know it will be to late
same place
same time
don't tell
don't speak
don't! don't! don't!
open the door
i can't help but turn the knob
into a place i know so well
their eyes are glazed by darkness
as i try to smile
no more, just stop here
but one more step, just one step
and he will be mine
enter here, the serpent smiles
as i see the trail of life
bleeding out the door
turning me from myself
i disappear inside the door
feeling the lust of teeth in flesh
as her body is held like
the sky holds the moon
i must be dreaming
death glides along my sweaty skin
as i walk closer to feast within
they know
god, they know
"just close your eyes, child"
the old woman whispers from the fireplace
"they will come for you soon."
thrashing like the burning soul of trees
looming in the midst of the house
stepping closer to me
breathing in the fear possessing me
run
his hand reaches for me before i am gone
out the door
under the blanket of night
run
need a church, the breath of god
he's faster, faster
roaming into my blood
i scream without a voice
stumble forward without a choice
as his blade fingers my clothes
i drive myself with the pain
light flutters through my mind
breaking into me with the wind
of my own breath, awaken in my bed
shivering, reality brings my peace
tap
ringing from my window
tap
singing close to my head
just a peak
he isn't real
tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
he isn't outside
he is
tap
is
tap
inside
tap
inside
my, my, my
tap
head!
--FAWN-- Copyright,1999
A photo of myself at home.
Faintly
They spoke
softly to her
in a dream state.
She was given
one wish
for herself.
Her mind floated
and laughed. It was
an easy wish to make.
As she spoke it
the world paused,
then changed.
Her eyes opened.
She anticipated the
reality of her desire.
She wished simply
for a new
primary color.
She delighted in
imagining the endless
creativity her wish
would cause.
Some people call her
eccentric.
Another calls her a
mystery.
One even called her a
dreamer.
She was merely
a girl who
wishes.
-Kimba
Copyright, July 2000
~untitled
minding the heart, keeping the flock near the strait,
stroking the calmness like a dying flame.
each night i call for my shaping,
each night i end holding only a cup, empty and sharp.
straining for a bolding spring,
or an anvil to pound out my blessings.
our stillness is baking, invoking,
promising a grant,
or the cooling of hibernation.
i want your vitality ,the fuel in our lives,
burning by transformation.
taking the bridle from our steed
throwing down harness after saddle,
reeling in hard joy.
tell me how far the surf reaches,
how restless your lows have become,
point me towards the next battle.
chris.
Copyright,1999
UNTITLED
Slumber overtakes me now
I close my eyes and fall asleep
My head rests against my pillow
Dreaming my dreams so deep
Visions of sadness cloud my mind
Memories of friends I've had
Wishing I could take them back
Awaken my heart so sad
What's the point of going on?
When all we have is pain?
You're happy one day, smiling with glee
The next your gladness is slain
These people that come into our lives
They're special and make us smile
But life's unfair and full of pain
These people only stay a while
All we have is memories
Just shadowy images in our mind
We cry sometimes when we remember
These old friends so kind..
-Alex
Copyright,1999
"daydreams on golden wings"
daydreams fly on wings of gold
angels soar on purple haze
hearts seek out open skies
marooned in an orange sea
enveloped in greenish veils
rimed with meteoric dust
hope all is well with you.
be well.
-matt s.
Copyright, January 17, 2001
--CONVERGE
When my dreams, colorful dead-lands
Empty spaces of hope unfounded,
Ah, hateful muse
Why have you come to me?
Why do you tempt me with Dionysian eyes
When I know i can never touch you, or hold you
my arms are empty,
failures....
if time were but a mirror, you could look in
and see everything,
past, present future,
converging in one violent collision, head on
with reckless
abandon, dying.....
I believe in love,
but i have no faith in it
I have no faith in my love, nor the love others
When it arrives it will sit before,
or it will run away, never to be grasped...
the choice is not mine, nor yrs, but fate's
and we are all Her servants,
broken....
-Matt
Copyright 1999
I REMEMBER HIM.
but the fat and the loose exist to be able.
they hold hands together, needing no company.
smiling while saying their prayers,
cherishing the ideal loneliness.
the inexhaustible press,
the race to survive.
carrying secrets no one would envy.
investing in facts, filled with desire,
careful in their dry aspirations.
-chris
Copyright,1999
In a dream of joy,
I will not be devoured by terror,
nor by repression's serpentine face.
I will breathe in golden sunshine
and rest on shores of serenity.
I will stand tall in the face of
the dragons of evil
and smile with the bright light of love.
-Matt
Copyright: December 18, 2001
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