Dreams are strange they kind of fit my character ....improv songs surreal art, trying to capture that strangeness...is in itself an Art.....
I slipped back into dreaming the wonders never complete always half remembered time is repeated
time moves us forward but also backwards and on.
I meet long lost friends we talk and we drink
we think of times we spent, the good times mostly we forget all the bad
Last night I met Perry Mason......he is a Surgeon now and that's not so bad
He once was a Lawyer the best in the land
We became friends and he explained my Art, he said I think you suffer from a Malady called Psychic Epileptic Art....Wow I said that's that's what the hell is that, and then the dream ended and I put on my hat....
Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2022-04-01 at 00:56
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Dream time
I woke up this morning and said what the hell its only five thirty I'm going back to bed.I slipped back into dreaming the wonders never complete always half remembered time is repeated
time moves us forward but also backwards and on.
I meet long lost friends we talk and we drink
we think of times we spent, the good times mostly we forget all the bad
Last night I met Perry Mason......he is a Surgeon now and that's not so bad
He once was a Lawyer the best in the land
We became friends and he explained my Art, he said I think you suffer from a Malady called Psychic Epileptic Art....Wow I said that's that's what the hell is that, and then the dream ended and I put on my hat....
Poetry by John holliday
Read 188 times
Written on 2022-04-01 at 00:56
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