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Nov. 19, 2008 The earth began to fall away and the rainbows of blossoms of dew trees of golden fruits and sacred songs receded from the mind and the heart that floated higher and higher into atmospheres. Down in the valleys of places where there were old shutters and forlorn and beautiful streets where the dust dusted up and the stars bent over to look and the queens sang songs while they were decked out in eye lashes and stray dogs roamed where mystic crows roamed were the rightful deep evening roamed where the oldness was new under moonlight under divine jurisdiction. Nightmares. Wild true nightmares with no evening blossom times, no certitude or salvation really. And then forgetfulness. The dreamer left with still mind-torn heart-torn dreadful atmospheric feeling of bad things. Of bad things. Of bad things without names, without events, without even the skeleton of the dream. Yes the earth began to fall away and the thing they called the heavens could and did crash your head with a loud boom and crash your soul with a wrenching knock. Knocks on the soul. Booms. Both. Intuit golden hues of striations and somewhere there is gold dust too, and what force brings you high up into the realms. Some old gray haired shaggy ancient man with missing teeth arrives in mind. He should be a saint but might not be. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t one somewhere, or somewheres as he might be prone to say. The earth. That earth just up and left in a way, as the soul or spirit got pulled way way way out into the cosmic sea of good dark golden painful blissful cleansing travels. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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