Morpheus
Laughing at me
From behind the Great Cloak of Betrayal
Dreaming
Remembering
Transferring the data that arrives in all of the pictures that dance through my head
The submergence of statistical facts with the blessing of rythmic sanctity
Our minds move forward in unison
The subconscious lives forever, talking shit behind our backs
Not knowing wether or not we can even trust ourselves
Yet, somehow, forgetting becomes the only viable way in which to fiord the River of Chaos that beckons anything that challenges it
The attempt to interrupt a majestic, eternal flow
Turning into monsters unlike anything we have ever known ourselves to have been before
Finally void of all of that useless fear
Morpheus is pleased with us and hears us now
Our hidden intentions to fulfill the dull side of our world through the myriad of paths that we use when we are dreaming
Traveling to all of the places that I have been avoiding ever since I got sick of waking up to the deafening pitch of my own screaming
The Banshees that once overruled my nights
The balancing of all of my chakras in both of my worlds that just may collide at any given moment
Eyes rolling violently in their sockets back and forth and back and forth
Too many graven images blinding my mental sphere
I hear now the brutal cackle of The God of Dreams enforces all of the false ones to bow down and obey
Following their dream path all the way around the bend that takes them right back to the heart of self-realization......
3/11/2010