Alright so last night I was going over some stuff and I was trying to mention something I wrote to a friend of mine. I have a decent enough memory and I gave him the gist of if with a line or two and whatnot. I was looking through my source today and see what I left out and found something interesting. We have been talking about lucid dreaming and dream journals. He mentioned a lot about just waking up and writing some weird freaky ass shit with little doodles and pictures and whatnot. I do practice lucid dreaming but in different ways. It brings me to my point, lucid dreaming is the shit!! well that's not my point but yea. I need to read more, I have been looking for like a e-reader like a kindle or some shit but I haven't decided yet. I do not want a tablet at all. Damn useless things I have like a bagillion gadgets that would just be useless if it did more than let me read books. Anyway I did look to try and find what I was speaking with him about and found this crazy ass poem that I wrote not too long ago. I've been writing a lot lately and I'm very happy about it. I cannot tell but this is something I wrote at like 5 am in the morning.
" I have a hankering for some jack and coke to cure this choke in my throat.
I'm broke without hope during this withdraw without dope.
Ready to croak at sea, sailing through storms on a row boat full of holes and barely staying afloat.
The old man and the sea comes to mind.
I'm fighting the fish of life and at the end of my time.
I'm running out of line now in such a bind I find my eyes becoming darkened and blind as they shed undines.
Screaming out the chimes and echoes that grand at my soul.
Hollowed out and broken i'm getting desperate as i'm feeling forsaken again.
My subconscious is talking to it's next of kin telling him how the ending will begin.
Throughout the poison waters we wade in and my body is fading.
They know neither can win yet the tormenting echoes continue screaming with zen spewing snot and phlegm.
For every word misspoken as a token of misappropriate appreciation.
Swallowing the fear of sin and burning in the hell within has left me restless and in distress.
As the fires caress my skin I ask was it worth all the pain i'm in.
I can say Yes, now bless the sinner but never forget the sin."
Again loosely related to lucid dreaming and waking up and writing and all that other good stuff. Your subconscious mind is trippy and our conscious tries to understand what's going on. If you don't understand your mind is suppressing things that are too intense in a visual medium thus not remembering those trippy dreams we all have but cannot share.
