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I used to feel that I know my own limits, and in me lay the concept of what I am to become, of what I want to be part of, of what I will be doing in the near future, of what I think would be nice for me, of how my fears would start to end its dreary situation, of which way will I choose next.

Those phrases, a construction of words soothingly echoing back and forth into my ear, wherein she would try to interfere in the blissful sleep of the morning.

Always the topic discussion of the House. When will I learn to comply with the discipline of forcing myself to stand up in the middle of the chilly dawn? When will I grow up?

Do you feel stiffled, like every ounce of your true self has been squeezed out from every pore of your being? Do you feel someone stuffed you in a box with only a few holes to breathe and now you are suffocating, trapped behind the walls others erected for you?

I am no one else but me.
I am all that I can be.
No one else can think like me
or laugh like me
or dream like me.
No one else can be as free
to be themselves as me.
My mind is mine,
my dreams are mine,

Keep the faith against all
Who think small
Who believe you will fall
And don’t know how to stand tall.

Everyone never agrees
And some love to spread the disease
Of bringing your dreams to it’s knees

Desdemona Dreams

She lay upon the Emir's bed;
all roses dozing gently.
Garments tousled, hair undone,
Eurasian moon in-between velvet curtains hiding worlds.
This dark princess had seen unseen

Another poem for you on this gloriously sunny day here in Bristol. I quite like this poem, being a somewhat melancholy soul. Here goes:

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Breathe

I was thinking today about those ads in the back of magazines and comic books back when we were kids. I may be dating myself a bit, but they are fond memories. It wasn't exactly that I ever got all the products or gizmos.

The Geminian Rants....not this time.

For as long as I can recall, I've had dreams that seem to be more than just random manifestations of my imagination. The dreams I have are much more and are ever-widening the threshold of what I believe is real and possible. My dreams seem to be short “clips" of my future. Each “clip" lasts anywhere from 10 seconds to several minutes, during which I am viewing the experience in first person. I seem to be comfortable with my environment and have the knowledge of my location and relationship to the people around me, although I am not aware that I am dreaming.