1 What will they say? (a hundred years from now) about the age of today in my dream, I appeared on earth as bitter-sweet fruit Human I was, with evil and sin (the beast within) I had to touch, to feel it When I was young, I worked every job they had all thirty-some! An era that has passed for good never to return-- The old oaks, cornfields, and creeks, (sunfish), and mother's cooking pork-steak with beans, never to return-- I've loved many in my life disgusting as it may seem not sure why, nothing was accomplished just erotic flings-- But time has had it toll; my eyes are weak my bones are dry the part of my unused brain has stored up too much salt and pepper [often called: pain] But I was human-- when I appeared on earth descended from the sky and like most folks--I loved, I cursed, I lied It's funny how dreams can seem to be so much like real life #1094 1/26/2006 2 Earth Ticket I dreamed I was a machine made on some far-off planet-- and planted here, on planet earth.
(We dream, weird-dreams, do we not.
) I can't remember much, only that it was my time on earth (impoverished, rich, it didn't matter, I had my earth-ticket in my hand.
) I knew what I am for, no need to ask (perhaps the ignorant or suffering may) but it seems obvious to me: to become a member of the faith (to believe).
#1096 1/26/2006 3 The Scribe Listened When I was born, I had a Feeling (premonition) I asked for earth, and got it.
And I learned somewhere along This journey of journeys, To be confident (not entirely) But I suppose that comes from A feeling of abandonment--! But then, Christ fixed that With faith (did He not) I spoke to God later on in life To angels and even demon, With pale white wings...
How fortunate were my days Here on earth to have had time To mold, learn and change.
#1096 1/26/2006 4 The Witness I told myself what I was meant to be (in a world that could careless if I was, or was not) what I was meant to be was not a piece of driftwood, or a lazy silent-stone.
(why should I debate or argue this, I asked myself--((inside my dream, now shrinking)) Born to bear witness (to God's glory, His story): life and death birth and pain light and dark love and hate-- and to acclaim--: there is no mystery...
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