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Goodnight And Great Next Day, Said The Lamp

Written 2007-09-26

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Current Music: "Trippin' " - Edwin

NOTE: 2007 09 26 24H59 EST Goodnight And Great Next Day, Said The Lamp - childhood imagination... pic: brother & me - jan 1984...

as a child, before falling asleep,
i'd imagine the world saying
to each other: goodnight.
people then objects included.

i'd lie down in bed, under my blanket,
with my flannel pink pyjamas i loved so.
then, i'd close my eyes and let it flow.

the lamp would talk to my book,
next to it lay the pencil and eraser,
they too would jump in the convo,
the furniture did the same, of course.
as well as the alarm-clock, slippers,
stuffed toys and dolls, the pillow,
light switch, door, lamp posts outside,
cars, houses, just every single thing,
all were part of this night briefing.

you see, they'd all come to life once
humans were off to sleep the night
'cause things too needed care
and concern for how their day was,
a very sensitive child i was, i guess.

their conversations would ring
in my ears 'til their smiling voices
would calmly wish to one another
a good night and a great next day.

and i, i'd fall calmly asleep then,
with a smile of contentment
for the freedom of my world
i didn't know i had but felt.

tonight, i reminisce about
that little girl who dreamed
as a child is meant to do,
and the feeling is wonderful.

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NOTE: 2004 10 18 02H35 EST A Moment

A Moment

Written 2005-09-19

When you look disrespectfully
at the voluptuous beauty’s unhidden shapes,
the skimpy fashions she wears to please,
do you ever stop a moment
to notice what the eyes
are truly telling?

When you look disapprovingly
at the multi-colored hair, wildly styled,
the shiny piercings covering his lovely face,
do you ever stop a moment
to realize what the meaning is
under the surface?

When you look disgustedly
at the passed out truant on the sidewalk,
the empty bottle of yesterday’s wine lying there,
do you ever stop a moment
to wonder what brought this soul to
lose all connection?

When you look obliviously
at the world’s sickening full-spin madness,
the importance of fortune over life,
do you ever stop a moment
to weigh the surreality of
our dulled senses?

Do we ever stop a moment?