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      OTHER THAN MY OWN        


as moon holds        
no ambition        
in reflecting        
sunlights rays        
so to dreams        
erase all reason        
till nights        
consumed by day        
i too have        
long held thoughts        
that continue        
to eat away        
at the larger        
collective dream        
which nearly all        
mankind believes in        
without question        
without ever seeing        
the greater        
blind        
pre conditioned faith        
in everything        
that everyone        
has ever been told        
to unquestionably        
believe in        
which creates        
the very fabric        
of this interconnected        
inter clashing worlds        
vast        
tight tangled weave
of suffocating        
surface lies        
only a dream        
all dream        
together and alone        
though most        
still sadly seem        
to be so        
unconsciously sleeping        
so apathetically        
unawakened        
even when awake        
to ever see        
feel or sense        
the subtle energies        
of such        
extra dimensional        
things like these        
still so largely        
unseen        
unknown        
here within        
our own deep        
ego blinded        
temporal dream        
which increasingly        
devours itself        
right here        
under our noses        
seemingly without end        
then there are        
these other dreams        
of more awakened        
knowing        
ive had for years        
of clearly seeing        
beyond        
the illusory veil        
of the larger worlds        
collective dreams        
historically        
destructive realm        
so easily seen through            
though still unheld        
by me        
for so many lonely        
lonesome years        
expressed        
in simple        
fractured tales        
which mask themselves        
as poems released        
outside all here        
all in between        
in passing dreams        
which i        
breathe in        
experience        
but then exhale      
like restless breaths      
of dispossessed      
stirring ghosts      
of spirit winds      
without a home      
out on the prowl      
for anyone      
who might possibly      
see  sense      
feel or hear them      
that come and go      
in these nocturnal      
tidal flows      
of random      
tumbled purge      
without clear form      
or sound      
nor need      
for any further      
understanding      
explanation      
nor approval      
other than      
my own    
so long    
as i    
at least    
am willing    
to simply    
keep on    
              listening                    
             
             
           
            
             
 
OyateInyanNajin
Written by OyateInyanNajin
Published | Edited 5th Oct 2019
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