'Dreaming Turtle Resignation'

"These are two different worlds" lady moon sings through the night~ leaves me tripping for words, my love of nocturnity ~but everything is going to be alright I may already be dead, more accuratly am I an undead imortal (in a half shell) of plight~ most visions really 'rouse me out of trance in fright, but (Lady Moon) is just within' my sight As I will investigate the world around me by starting inside my very own mind~ (blinks through the air as Turtles leave trails) ~There is only one vision that I wish to find And that is the lady in pinkish black, ignesant affection of my dream lover in womankind~ translucent predictions of animalistic addictions ~phantast waiting to embrace of her moon sign And I don't know for sure if it's real, all I perceive is that I haven't made my descision just yet~ maybe I'm not in the right mindset, but my thoughts keep printing off pictures of her face ~like an inkjet And I am (unable to forget), the undistinguishable charcteristics of her face losing my mind (in stereo) as I only know her ~once I have become lost in space Pushing back and forth, I'll try to remember tommorow, but there is only left a trace~ so I remind myself of these visions, scratch them in the sand ~So that I can remember this place Though eventualy will I lose this race, paranormal conclusions of a (Celtic Bloodtype)~ investigations must be done right, as will I ~On this between the worlds (center seat flight) And at that time, all congratulations ~We will end it with a Shamanistic style celebration She become my confederation ~She dance with me down to (shaking at the station) An ovulation of consideration ~She ponders to herself again "What was the question"? Our flesh that is meshing ~In nocturnal fashions which are my conimplations ~This is not a Dreaming Turtles resignation........... Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 03:39 PM PST   0 • 10