| War Grey brown and red dark shadows oppressively read the news people buried the dream too deep for tears to react Bewildered in sand wearing their grief in tatters, eyes raised heavenward Peace had no chance to breathe in red puddles of war all hopes into the sea at last Inside rubble bodies hold each other forsaken finally by their god Ghost children scream for revenge in the night Peace never comes. |
| I Paint My Dreams |
| 3. Only purple interrupts pure possibilities edges discrete in faulty shadows |
| 4. Red not enough in turquoise vortex |
| 5. Orange waits indefinitely for pink but it never comes. |
| 6. Growing instead fuchsia petals against white snows. |
| 7. Purple inside purest of gold holds orange hostage at last. |
| Soul cries among green wastelands of misunderstanding into purple night visions I scream too loud in silence at the wonder of the joyous night. |
| 1. I paint my dreams in blue and white |
| 2. My life in green too dark to see |
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| That's Just What You Think In the relentless void of the night, people, be alert. Clouds are crying and the peculiar noise of the unrelenting jitters in the soul fret ruthlessly to themselves as if having the strings of eternity turn inward upon the void until your senseless understanding of the issue is undeniable in its certainty. --2/27/10 |
| The Universe Sensed Through a Dream The two functioning channels divide into the realms of ionizing reality in the twelfth dimension of the intergalactic atmosphere of distant galaxies. The notion that time exists is excruciating the reserve The stars enter each phase anew dangerous and teeming molten Eventually the cells escape Souls crawl forth on reptile legs The eyes of ancestral marmosets arise in the dark trees 2/20/10 |
| Sarah The night flies black against the new moon of this country's understated agony while homegrown terrorists seethe in gatherings of hatred. You claim no violence in your metaphor but your lipstick is made of blood. 4/18/10 |
| Darcy Reed Poems and paintings |