Just A Dream...

 

This is me.

Dreaming...

Always dreaming...

A beautiful man from a faraway land that I will never travel to told me that I looked liked the Degas Star that Nietzsche gave birth to in this photo…

I so want to believe he meant that…

but as Poe said all that we see or seem is just a dream within a dream…

I wrote the following poem when I was 15.

It is titled

Ligeia Dreams

I smell the earth

And it haunts my mind

I sense my Death

No Time! No Time!

Its flagrant scent

Assaults my breath

The stench of raw

Endlessness

I smell the earth

And it casts its spell

with its smell of sweet

Tear-dampened Hell

Entranced am I

Though cold with fear

The Temptress sure

lies waiting near

But as she beckons

I dare resist

The hands of Fate

(They hold no kiss!!!)

I smell the earth

and I sense its claim

On me & all my kind

IN VAIN!

For it's we who are
The seizers - WE -

Who hunt and pillage the land with glee

The farm does not

till the man!!!

The tree does not

pick the hand!!!

But ah.... the acrid

smell of dirt

grows more pungent still

when dampened wet

Fed with the blood of

slain youth long dead

Drenched with broken tears

so vainly shed

Overwhelmed

By its strong tow

I Slip...

NO!!!!

I must fight this mortal foe!!!

I smell the Earth

Can't see! Can't see!

Oh GOD, the Earth

has covered me...