A Shadows 5 Minute Dance Decay


A shadow dances for 5 minutes:

He tells me that the moon itself
has a heart;
no one has ever seen it.
The shadow unzips the moon’s jacket
and in it – a pounding heart is beating.

A shadow dances again for 5 minutes:

He shows me how he can swim in the sun.
So he swims in the heat of the inferno pond.

A shadow dances for the last 5 minutes:

The shadow starts decaying rapidly –
it screams pain, tears shedding moths.
He shows me the wounds of earth.
Bruised, cuts, & bullet holes,
earth opens its own skull –
Behold! – The colony of plastic humans destroying one another.

 

 

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The poem you are all reading – was based on a dream I had about the ‘Shadow man’.
The Shadow man was dancing in front of me, it was dancing with rhythm & style.
He spoke to me and told me a true story about the moon, sun, earth & Humanity.

This was probably one of the most beautiful & sad messages I had ever received from the shadow man. I hope you all can envision what I had seen in my own dream.

 

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Cannabis Dreams Away My Cheap Experience

 

Attention never!
The death arrangement –

cannabis at ease,

process the define others.

A held seemingly regress

psychedelic within.

Each dream we carry
loneliness out-of-body

Eyelid beings, dance is thinking,

explicit the self-become remote sway.

Lysergic revelation exploration
oneself experiences cosmic.

And of music often distances itself

from user reality.
Metaphor people affect years away,

sharpened entirely disorientation.

Ego the seam before the cheap rebirth,
psychotomimetic provokes time & sound.

Popular century

slows down the separate drug.

Dreamlike habits not external,

take and become acquire perception doses.

You have spiritual X connection
memory to everything stiff.

As produce of more minds than our dissolve…

Me/ double/ split in two – nothing bliss…

 

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No part of Cannabis Dreams Away My Cheap Experience – may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means: electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Charlie Zero and his poetry works with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.