the dream gene document

i need more. or not enough. not enough to last. too much is never this much less than i wanted feed me low and grant me a thousand tears to drip across your body across the earth. the only reason i sing is for you the only reason i fall to sleep is that people like you breathe and think and feel things i know i know it should have been me i should have been there waiting on forever waiting on madness for a colour of your cheeks waiting on nothing but this is all i never have enough of.

i need more people in the world more fast food more slow cars more slow time constrained sex more fast rapid fucking more eyes closing more breaths catching more knees knocking women swooning time winding away in spools left on the side of the road. here and now belongs to all of us. here and now is there for the times we need it want it hold it in our palm and wait for deitys to fall on us cascade down the sides of our fears i know you can tell the truth if only you can wake slow and savory from your perfect dreams of blue seas spanning lifetimes of travel stretching across the galaxies that live within me. i have fathered thousand of thoughts been child to a million dreams and i know you can share them here and now in the no more waiting room of life.

i want bright colors to rage across the sky falling stars to move upwards and a millioin children that cry for joy in strange languages from ancient cultrues. i want more lust more love more hate more freedom more laughter more more more too much is never enough too much is never the way i want it the road of excess blake says, i want wise men of us all i want dream weavers to drop their lives from schoolhouse windows i want psychics from bigger palnets to tell us stories of never being long enough never laughing hard enough so we can drift in the sea of temepations and tell ourselves it will all work out all wind into little balls of yarn and make waterfalls of our tears.

we need museums for hopes left and lost in wartime. we need card catalogues for all the things we ever said that we didn't mean that we wish we could take back. we need universities for the study of laughter for the study of times harder than these less filled with boston tea parties and time trances we can all wake if we want to.

could there ever be a dream without a dark horse to follow us ever be a dark cloud that left it's mark on us when we forgot to breathe the way we can the way only we can only we know how i need crystal palaces for leftover lies we never told the truth about all the things all the things are falling now drifting back and it all seems too slow to be moving at full pace, games palyed at half pace and worlds swept from our minds and thoughts left by the wayside in floods.

i want eyes and ears yelling hearing smoking breathing walking taunting life and begging for a new chance to fall asleep a new chance to wake up one more day to breathe this way to smell like fish or stale bread or not have enough to eat. we need religions based on the activites of killers and prisons named after saints we need only open our eyes just this last time just this one time and then we've seen we've seen swe've seen it all gone through all thes3e doors just the once just this one last time just this one time we'll never come back.

dream genes are free.

2002-12-11 | 10:40 p.m.
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