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A.D.H.D.

Surrounding me,
The people I see.
Forced to repeat,
The margins of history.

She sleeps upon her dirt bed,
By a single piece of lead.
Her essence evanesces,
Just like a dream.

The trees woke early,
And bloomed very much poorly.
Their color it seems,
A different shade of green.

Old habits persist me.
Through the smoke I cannot see.
Even if it soothes my veins,
I say no standing alone while it rains.

As my attention decays,
A thought in my head replays;
I will never take these knives,
Out of my back.

A.D.H.D.

Surrounding me,
The people I see.
Forced to repeat,
The margins of history.

She sleeps upon her dirt bed,
By a single piece of lead.
Her essence evanesces,
Just like a dream.

The trees woke early,
And bloomed very much poorly.
Their color it seems,
A different shade of green.

Old habits persist me.
Through the smoke I cannot see.
Even if it soothes my veins,
I say no standing alone while it rains.

As my attention decays,
A thought in my head replays;
I will never take these knives,
Out of my back.

vonbluebaugh:

"There are many who like to study their dreams and solve the clues of symbols within that mystery, yet there are those who dismiss their dreams as if it was only a movie of fantasy, but the experience is as real as real can BE, for IT strikes within us our true emotions and passions. But its not that we should ‘cling’ to our dreams and over-analyze their symbolic meanings, but its always good to see how we interact within the dream, for that is a echo of our current state of consciousness. Many will say that they do not dream or have any memories of these ephemeral experiences, but our memory has little to do with what is real or fantasy. Can you remember in detail what happened 365 days ago? How about 1,111 days ago or even before we were born? Just because there is not a vivid memory of that, does it mean it didn’t happen or you did not exist then? We do not need religion or faith to see the patterns of nature, for common sense shows us that just like when we sleep at night, when we die, we return to the place before we were born, regardless to what the opinions of ego are! But to the one who embraces the great mystery of dreams and reality for what IT IS, a true reflection of our consciousness, suddenly can awaken the unconscious mind that leads us like the blind. For if we could but awaken within the sleeping dream and actively co-create within that space, that process can extend into this waking dream and transform this living realm into true magic!” 

- Alistar Valdez

Art by: Cameron Gray

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