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Dream

19 Aug

Dream

 

I’ve been having euphoric dreams of bubbly clear ponds an d lush fields of green

and I saw a pretty boy singing with a mandolin-

he was sharing a song with a ripe colorful smuggish grin

 

when I walked and set foot into the pond I noticed dozens of shimmering fish,

casting light like mother of pearl and so I made a wish

 

I’d tell you what it was but that would defeat the purpose so…

I’ve locked this dream away in my closet and made a friend of the beau

 

I’ve made it my home I return to every night

to wash away the burden of my life of black and white

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Nocht

12 Aug
"Leaves" by Kyanna Kitt

“Leaves” by Kyanna Kitt

Nocht

Time escaped me as if it were silt passing through the groves between my fingers

Artlessly I felt the albatross tick away from my dear ‘ole grandfather, from whence it came

Each twilight making it’s own pace- peaceful ferry ride…

A cruise that even the wisest man could not explain-

I, barely breaking evening myself, always seem to wonder…

Never in the moment but always dotting about the trail of footprints it leaves.

Now, we essentially do not exist, but always inherently will be.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

Feel free to leave your thoughts. Namaste.

Manna

7 Aug
"The One" by prozac1 ~ Image courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

“The One” by prozac1 ~ Image courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

Floating through that celestial mirror,

which was my dream…

At some point crystal clearer

than that the thing that it’d mean-

I know that in the moment,

I flow over and under

that which is existential.

Voices crowding my lair,

my being, space- bears essential.

Time, less obligation

irrelevance to I merely

patient…

In this prism vision

hovering the veil of truth & fiction

numb mind, still heart

ever beating me- A part

this space I know now is no reprieve,

for I still have face of fool

in my sleep!

Left chasing which is incomparable

to mine own fate.

Frankly a feeble minded victim

lacking in weight.

Dare that entangled dream ‘er come for me,

‘rouse my mind-

Admit defeat he will this time!

How’d fare you if your own sacred

temple held you captive?

Free of will,

abundantly active?

These gates which were erected to protect my thought

lack purpose like faux art!

If I could I’d have gladly

administered my own disposition.

Seize an artifact

made for wishing but,

my pattern has already been woven

by the hands of the maker…

I’d take her…

I’d take her too…

I thought as I spilled into the river basin which held my

logic, my thought

I’m thinking

And again waking

to life…

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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