yeshes.online

some time ago, i said i had some dream related links that i intended to put here. considering i’m awake at this ridiculous hour for no reason other than my body says it’s time to get up, i’ll do it now. heh.

i’m not going it comes to me mohammed laughingly stated glib, unaware mountains move not kissing the sky contentedly eye level with hawks, i gazed over trees and into the far horizon. misty blue mountains at distance, louis armstrong singing ‘body and soul’, fresh coffee, and you… there… your sleepy face and half-closed eyes belying the tanto sharpness of the mind that listened as i rambled.

hah. this is the day of the clock changing and i woke at 2am for no apparent reason. no, 3am, isn’t it? bleh. adjusting but still grousing. i’ve had a decidedly odd dream tonight whose source i understand, but am chuckling for…. kind of.

early a.m. shifting covers staring at the ceiling, i think of the unknown the possible still evades or am i

it’s 1:35am and i cannot sleep. my daughter sent me a text message today from florida that made me go dancing around the apartment. she sends me a note that said she’d be dropping by. my head filled with thoughts of a bohemian paradise weekend, coffee shop and the knick-knack store, laughter and love and closeness.

after a bit of thought, i have decided to make the heretofor “secret” forum available to those who might wish to engage in conversation or the exchange of views.

i thought i was alone. this place, a private spot where i often come to look out over the ocean and think, to talk to the sky and say the things that cannot anywhere else be said.

funny to me the irony there are no colors, just one light split from itself cascading hues colors, all seeking home  

when i want to play games, i go online and log into the one i choose to play and i play it. i’m not much for the games that people play in the day to day world. i’m not much for the power games, the etiquette games, the tit for tat games.

you know how sometimes, long after a moment has passed, you think up something that you might have said, wished you’d said, or done? and how annoying it feels to feel as if you missed the chance? well i had a dream last night that seemed to have that sense of things in mind.