Archive for dreams

Madison’s Deal (Flash 55)

Posted in Flash Fiction, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2010 by dustus

Beside window daylight streams, Madison bites her lower lip noticing wet sunset miasma materialize ghostly. Anxious paint smears swirling—palate-induced, sleep-deprived, haunting her instability…

“Why?” More demand than question.

“Maddy…” his sigh bypasses reason, facial tone butter yellow. “I’m back for farewell.”

“Why did you?”

“Just couldn’t anymore, Love.”

“Coward!” Madison screams; easel crashing also.

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“The Scream” image in title by Edvard Munch.

Paradise Dreams

Posted in Blog, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , on July 29, 2009 by dustus

Love so truant
Playful in haste
Wine over time
Matures to great taste

Willing new passion
Eyes catch, you stare
Worst that can happen?
Falling to fail

Trust in your feeling
Don’t put off this life
Open hearts speak
Trump silent night

Future uncertain
Promise delight
Pause in a warm breeze
Thaw winter ice

Much more to live
Awaiting to see
Plotting my course
Paradise dreams



Pursue Your Dreams

Posted in Blog, people, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , on July 21, 2009 by dustus

Confused and hurt
What could be worse?
Shut moist eyes fading black
Pain inside is where you’re at

Don’t think up heaven
Nor reverse psychology
Create your world now
Time ends suddenly

Feel that cold somersault
Spun out of control
Will this ever be over?
That’s how it goes
Your mind assumes
Broken hearts don’t know

Life will never improve ‘til you do!
Unearth the very best that you choose
If there’s nothing, you can’t lose

Being told to accept
Who listens? Anyway
Sharpened victim poisoned by regret
Pointless to curse the present
Once friends turn enemies

Hope exists mainly in your self
Take that scar from the past
Bare it unashamed
Though memories last
In the trying aftermath
Remember one important thing…

There is always a second chance
To that one finds a way
Often chaotically, off beat
Minds through shock open
Knocked-out of comforting sleep
Unlimited soul setting in motion
Beyond thoughts of failure, defeat
Joy will come round again you’ll see
Think up heaven
Pursue your dreams

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Mirror To The Core of Me

Posted in Blog, Image Poetry, people, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , on July 1, 2009 by dustus

Sunset spread upon the earth a flare
Curvature of the horizon line bare
Soothing waves warm the heart like love
Ocean sighs tranquil
All of life one

Heaven may not be
Merely present in deepest dreams
Don’t believe my imagination perceives
This same colorful peace of palate
A mirror to the core of me

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A Dream About Frogs

Posted in Blog, people, writing with tags , , , , , on June 26, 2009 by dustus

Lately, I’ve been having strange dreams.  Unfortunately, I don’t always remember what I dream upon awakening.  However, last night I woke up with a painful leg cramp (I run many miles a day and don’t drink enough water.  Anyway, I digress…)  This morning I was able to recall the imagery and sensations of my dream in greater detail than usual.  It was a dream about frogs.

I stood in the dark, just within the threshold of a worn carpeted room. At this point I was aware that I was dreaming and did not wait very long. When the lights came on I scanned the four blank white walls and then looked down to see the floor illuminating many semi-slimy light green frogs.  Their eyes were bold white with a liquid sheen and black dots for pupils. In addition to yellowish ambient light of the room, each frog appeared brightened further by their own underneath spotlight of greenish-yellow. Being barefoot and startled I did not move; neither did they.  The frogs sat motionless except for their heaving breath.  There had to be about twenty-five of them and I was immediately struck by the fact that they were arranged in a staggered pattern and all facing to the right.  All the frogs were identical.  In fact, they were all breathing in time with my own heartbeat.  It was surreal to the point of seeming hyperrealistic.  All I could see of myself was my legs from both ankles down.


With cautious measured steps, holding my breath, I walked through the maze of frogs gingerly.  Moving to the right, coming up from behind them, I began to feel amazed that I did not startle any of them.  Thinking they could leap away at any moment, they proved my initial assumptions wrong. Careful not to step on any, I was scared that they might be poisonous.  At first, before I even took that first step, I feared nudging any of the frogs with even the slightest touch of my foot.  Perhaps some poison would rub off on me.  The thing is I know absolutely nothing about frogs.  I only flip channels quickly past animal planet late at night and haven’t seen a live frog since I was a kid. Nonetheless, the details in this dream and the feelings that the imagery prompted convinced me that this was no ordinary random electrical storm in my brain.