Dreams are the windows to the soul or the part of your psyche you can not escape. We solve our daily life's problems or not in dreams, don't we?
Traveling the Dreamed Journey
Can’t remember where or when,
Why or how... here in this place of unreal real
Dreamed drippings on the windowed soul,
Siphon sucked spurious spirit,
Highways wandered of washed up wishes…
Grab your baggage and have the ride…
Up the downs and around the mounds
Skim the hills, valleys, dales and forests,
Fly over Mountains, rivers,
Cruise the moon, streak by stars,
Storm doored windows, moated dungeons,
Walled crevasses and rocked ravines
Leap, ride, fly, cry in
Journied blackest night
Darkness of inclination…
Dawn of deviant destination
Drifts of surfed ideals drowned
Washed up indecisions…
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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