Dreams

Spoken word

eft in a daze

Wondering as I sat by myself imagining many things lost in the  whimsical notes plucked gently in my dreams
Leaning against a tree with a hat just tipped to  cover my eyes, as I began to drift to see a world which had been lost and left behind only there for those who know how to find the time refining infinitely into a new place differently designed though always the same space where rarely any would get to see as space is not confined, as a scar made pain through beauty one make made from an open, uninhibited, mins of the innocent, of being blissfully unaware whether manic or most anxious happy or depressed, always prepared to let life proceed them as they muse and sit and lose there place in their head shake it off and sit over here instead, they always manage to find a way to suit being human best being anxious and happy when a moment calls to be revealed and the impression is usually led with a smile as a greeting is for certain a merger celebration to say the least for some especially greeting when with mum and seeing school friends at the shops, basically the adult version of getting off chops the celebration that might change the way from the same mind for weeks as if it were a smiley f would finished once done I'm always in a state where im seeing presently, provoking gently a few colors into this method made hypothetical, anyway... so I am left in a state half dreaming still awake and then after wondering for what seemed hours or minutes instantly I feel searing pain as I look down to my arm warily and see sinking in the fangs of a deadly snake as I lost consciousness I found into a corner and pressed against the wall and slowly fell to the floor faded of consciousness the later woke with only these feelings, Indscribable and yet so revealing, like nothing I was familiar with and yet the level of entruige had been feeding as my curiosity began to enlarge to a peak as fleeting images, like a rocket to the sky, soared passed my mind and even though so unfamiliar and so many they seemed so significant at the same time, for however many hundreds of images strew passed I still remember them all passing me so vividly in my mind. It would make sense that it were this way , unified direction to keep all the brains functions from collapsing, as if to protect the mind from leaning towards moving backwards if only to recreate the process back, amidst the sheer mass of my splendour the mere extent of my happy memories, imagination, and ability to make quick associations, an amazing habit to form to help the brain at night do away with any negative forms and so mostly left when you wake and yawn mostly the positives orientated emphasis so as to create truly in an honest procession an ability to find your own ways to associate the feelings left behind to indicate and represent what you wish the infinite possibilities the wondering mind might find and bam like that inside a slam, a bind and the first step of I to the mind, so in the face of clear and present danger, I just need to ask, how do I find this, and allow the mind and body to take you through much I had i wondered as I felt  the wind  carve through the dips and weaves of my hand dancing in the wind giving energy to me as it leave small sprites of static electricity refinded over my entire body inanimate objects and the left over conversations in people you might see or even meet, to help you find that feeling and never let go of your mission, but at the same time do not let it hold your thoughts hostage. Let it become like a reflex, so that when you finally arrive at your destination, you'll know where are well after you realise it, as in the image you held in your mind when days before you had an idea in mind left in there and began to move your feet and because it would be the first time you've truly seen it. A surprise. Each and every time. So complete.