It’s not a dream
It’s only a dream
It’s not love
it’s only a rock
take a breath
It’s not worth the shine
the fall into nowhere but here.
I’m alone. Tonight. I loved you.
Dream. Death. A summer window.
Open upward. I’m lost inside.
Of you. Dream. You left me.
Without going anywhere.
At all. It’s all my fault.
Deep wet eyes.
Dream I flew on fire.
To you. It doesn’t matter.
If I’m not real. Star. It’s enough.
To be seen as anything at all. By you.
Dream. It’s not a dream.
It’s only a dream. No one loves me.
I do. Bright eyes. It’s not love.
It’s just wet and deep.
Take a breath. Fall. I’m sorry.
Love isn’t real. Stars bang.
They weren’t stars. They were rocks.
On fire. Falling to death, into no one.
But me. I’m here. All alone.
Looking up. While he points.
At his heart. “The Big Bang.”
He said. They called it. The God particle.
Black expanding things.
Death eyes. Hum.
The spreading of germs. Sperms.
Making babies. A blue pearl.
Just like God. Suffering incomplete.
You’re not here. You are here.
I’m a rock. Sadly aging. Flung.
From a center I can’t see. Nobody
can ever love me. I’m dead by then.
By the time you ever see me.
A hidden egg split and then departed.
I’ll be here. Dreaming. Of you. Dream. Deep wet space. I’m only human. I’m made of moving skies. He knew. She did not. Ever dream again. Without him. I don’t want to die. But shine. Shine like a star. Silver and free. I let you. Go into IT. Like I knew who I was. Like demons weren’t getting in. Leaving cosmic snake skins inside me. Like the light didn’t shatter. Like I didn’t matter. Leaving dark matter inside me. Like I wasn’t a religion or a theory. Like my skin was still soft. Four letter words like heartbreak, move stars to their final recluse of death. Up above. Alive and still smoky from a fire yet unseen. Shining. Beneath you. Under the sky made of mind. Breath. Clear. Light. Sex. Magic. Dark red hunter. Tongue of lost words. My empty abode made of flesh. Stone feels nothing. Hide heart. Flame body. Flash of ribbon. You didn’t love me. A dream in your bed. Is as big as a dream of the world. Outside. It’s obvious. World escape me. It’s all crucifixion. Hot love. Alone made of nothing but thought and tears. He said we could call it resurrection. At the time I agreed. But now I say no. We could call it an orgasm. God isn’t anything but a groan inside the deep wet dream, not a dream. Dream, orgasm. Us. And we could call an orgasm a shooting star. Not really God either. Get IT. But you don’t. I don’t. Dream. But remember slowly. As we fall…and the world watches. And we all go home crying. Why me? I love you. Love. Spark. Rain. Finally. Love. Never landing. I’m sorry. You went down and found nothing. Inside her but dreams. Dreams with eyes and faces. Searching.For the light of clear sorrow. We knew better. The suffering was incomplete and we came anyway. That’s why I wrote lonely sinner. Earlier. So many sighs. Unforeseen. Harmony that cannot be avoided. Discordant harmony even. Still God’s hand. No God. It’s ideas. Stemming and ancient. Breeding like germs. Love rocket. I remember everything. Every single dream. Beloved bright eyes. Silver dusk. Trace me. Shake the sky loose of lights. Dark and deep. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Closer. Do you see what I see. Do you feel what I feel. Alone. Cold. Sleeping. Goodbye. Dream. Dreamer. It’s not you. It’s only you. Me. Red hunter. It’s me. Moonsky. There’s no moon. There’s only a big silver dream spinning the dreamer. Asleep. Wet and deep. Love. Steep. Down bright. Steps below, underneath. Show me your shadow. Dark lover. In the dark.
Is there really life on earth?
Think of me. And I’ll be there. Casting spells and crying. Mourning. For us all. Lover of the deep. If only we could. Get IT in the hole. My atmosphere. I wish I felt something besides space, a hard knot, an impersonal flame formed into a deity. A deity who doesn’t care at all about this world. Why did you bring me here? Panting. Hot tongued tail. Headless, a loose sad form of burden. Bodiless, I think of only you. Just a thought of lust. Red power. Head body, dream pain grief rain loss shame hunger hell. Beside me laying in darkness. A kindhearted snake with a plan. Inconceivable. Unconscious. Axis. At last. Surreal I’m immortal. Dream deep wet eye socket. Look closer. Inside I left you alone. You didn’t notice the pain. Liar, it’s a dream. Dream get off of me. Love. Pull me deeper. Wet sky. Desperately falling light. Only lasted a moment. Orgasmic blasphemy. Turning on God.
Away from God, the buyer. Liar, God made the dream and sold it’s women to the sky behind the one we see. “Hide heart,” he said. God is a He.
Heart is a She. The sky further back is where pain starts and shoots it’s guts from. That’s what I was told. Explosion. Implosion especially. The sky we see was just made for the movie. Fake, clouded. Mind warp. You lost her. She was love. The hidden thing that tortures souls. Back. Deep wet beautiful death dream. Sexy mouth dreamer even. The whisper in your ear. I can say it because it’s me. You betray the secret tongue. I listened anyway. To you in morbid silence. You said nothing. And that’s how I feel too. Grave. Heavy bottom. Black and homeless. Searching mouths. Dreams open wide. “It’s not a holograph,” he said. “It is only a holograph in your mind. In your heart. It’s just one.” “Nice thought,” I said to myself. Keep trying, believing cold mind. My words are on deep fire. Always entering. My legion of exquisite dark. All consuming fusion. Subtle. Flesh. Quicksilver. Flash. My simple words. Gold hearted. Sounded. Intoned. Perfectly sonic. But broken badly. Incomplete suffering isn’t enough. Who became every secret embedded in her wet eyes. Me of the one. Is who. Secrets churn. Brightly hers. You didn’t see a thing. You saw everything. And did nothing but suck. Like a space tick still dreaming of blood. It’s sad. Beloved homebody. Lonely vampire, floating white. Inside such a darkness. We can’t know you’re white. Mysterious fringe. Enigma. All that wants me. Blood drinking God. Dipped in her gold. I am immortal. Untouchable. The womb-less wet slumber of enchantment and subjugation. The dream you enter is me. Once inside. Lonely bone body. You keep coming back. Still incomplete. For more. Give me more of me. Blank staring rock. Love less than deadly isn’t anything worth waking up for. Bright eyes. White light shock. It’s hard. It’s not soft. It’s faraway. It’s not mine.
Mother Lover where did you go?
Dream again. Sharada Devi