Monday, December 6, 2010

(part 220) SWEET DREAMS

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(vinyan photo)

NOTHING SUBTLE
ABOUT THE COFFIN
LIKE REALITY
I LIVE IN...

ONLY AS DETRIMENT
REGARDS ITSELF
NOT TO BE THAT
WHICH IT IS

DOES THE LIE
OF REGARD
UTTER ITSELF
INTO MY EAR...

WHO I AM
IS NOT DECIDED
BY ME
BUT BY THOSE

WHO TEND TO THE MISERY
OF CONSCIOUSNESS
AND DRESS IN
WHITE SHOES...

THE PORTRAIT
OF ANOTHER
HUNG ON MY FACE
NAILED TO MY SOUL

HAND PICKED
DURING MOMENTS
IN THE GARDEN
OF DEATH

CARRIED HERE
BY CHILDREN
OF DECEIT
IN CHALKY HAND

AND DELIVERED
AS A NIGHTMARE
WRAPPED IN
SWEET DREAMS...

Bobby Jameson Dec 6, 2010