The Silencing of a Single Thought

The universe is mute tonight
The silencing of a single thought spreads far and deep
An anti-pragmatic censor stepped in
The result long disapated before being recognized
An echo of elite status possibly at fault
Caught by surprise, no chance for reasoned or rational response
The emotions of the moment reigned
The final answer to all our remaining questions
A chain reaction was set in motion
Erroneous beliefs shaken and partially resolved
A century of built up karma violently released in various directions
Pausing in your fear inducing to inquire why
You revealed our seperate futures
Never explaining your ultimate agenda
Yet it slowly became obvious
The promise had eroded


October / November 2016

The Dream

A weathered house seen in a recurring dream
1930's era, two stories
A hidden room is the southeast corner
Inside that room an entrance to a long hallway
Curiosity overtakes hesitation
More rooms appear as I pass through that corridor
Four or five maybe more
Empty of inhabitants
A stack of aged newspapers
Spartan furniture, a corner table
A few antique items scattered about
Dimly lit, no windows or beds
Nothing is reset or revealed
A passageway to my history?
Corridor with no ending
An ongoing life?
A glimpse into the future?
Unsatisfied ghosts behind each door waiting to be friended?
Everything's abstract, swirling and lost in a maze of infinite questions


November 2016

An actual dream that I've experienced three or four times now where I'm in this house that I've never lived in but is somehow vaguely familiar .... except for this one room that leads to a dark corridor that I've yet to find an ending to. Unsure of what I'm going to find.