Trippy Dreams

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    Trippy Dreams

    trippy dreams, show ya things
    ur feeln' on the inside
    they tell ya things
    ego, tries to hide
    dreams reach the world
    behind our filtered eyes
    this trippy dream, inside my dream
    keeps runnin through my mind

    Last night, I~ dreamt about a glimpse
    at a crossroad, betwen two choices
    walking down the street, knew, just where to go
    but got distracted went against, - my flow
    A "voice inside" , told me exactly what to do
    My infinite widom, given me the clues.
    But my ego-slipped & got disconnected
    my body-walked in opposite direction
    In choas, I lost-my mind-body connection
    Now, I Got myself into, "a situation"!
    It's crazy. I'm cryin..still, I stop and ~wonder why
    I didn't listen to myself the first time. (hmm)
    Just at the moment ..of dispair..
    tryin to see the lesson..in this nightmare
    Caught a glimpse back in time, a flash put me, -there
    I'm Back at the crossroad... but this time, ~aware.

    Right before I made that choice
    I heard again "this silent voice", -but
    This time, I listened & followed through
    Realized, this wisdom is, - my truth.
    Ending was so different I could clearly see
    The lesson around me was to believe.
    Instinct, is "a feeling" I cannot see
    Connects to a world translated in dreams.
    Just like that, I Realized what I'd done!
    I'd seen two lives, parellel in one.
    Saw a choice of ego & a choice with soul
    When i'm clear i can see cause & effect of 'em both.
    If my eyes have filters, how can i truley see
    had 2 listen to myself, my voice will not decieve
    Imagine if we were all nothin b' pure thought ?
    Spiritual manifestations, just connecting the dots..

    This voice, weaves through fabric of space and time
    Holds the key to 'd world inside your mind
    It guided me silently beyond high skies
    heard the winds whisper, see with closed eyes-
    Guidance is "energy" when it's light, it's right
    Melt in silence into mystery life
    Now, I listen to myself and trust it.
    Follow my instincts to poetic justice.
    The guidance is there, I just had to believe
    Wisdom inside me, will never deceive
    Truth, has its time, place and season.
    I see everything happens for a reason.
    Faith takes me where i'm supposed to go
    Fate is revealed as life unfolds
    I'm right where I am supposed to be
    I flow with the rythm of life
    So I can Fly when I need to be free.

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    Drivingczar commented on Trippy Dreams

    04-01-2009

    Interior verses and voices come alive!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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