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Another Repetitious Dream 3 the Outsider Look In From Within Looking At

Another repetitious dream – 3
The outsider look in, from within / looking at

Dreams come alive during the morning hours,
long after most of the world – on this side of the sun –
has risen from the fading light of moons glow and dreams.
My dreams ride the steps of escalators from deep down,
where – from the darkened cracks of the subconscious –
voices speak – in riddles and rhymes – to the conscious 
mind, during those sleepy hours where depression takes hold
and binds, ties one down - in the light of day - to their bed.
My dreams are telling me - as I see myself – I am involved
in what is portrayed upon the screens that lay on the backside
of my, closed, eye lids that hide from the outside world
a true view of my soul and all that is whispered in secret.
Phrases depicting – as I, in states of lucidity – watch the play
unfold – from my balcony chair – as I become the actor,
and in this, a one man play, I am all the parts of all the characters  
that have danced, strutted, pranced, crawled before these eyes.
Eyes that catch the essence of the story but not the subplots,
nor the beginning, the middle, the end, or what lies between
the lines set within the heart of all the prose, poetry and rhymes.
And so, as the outsider looking in, looking at the insider
looking out, comes from within, is the script writer, the actor, 
preforming all the parts, with all the nuances projected,
that awake, never comes to light, except in small flakes, 
specks and flecks upon the mirror he hold, reflecting  
the images of the child, the boy, the youth, the man, the aged.
The strange world of dreams !!!

B. J. “A ” 2
June 19th 2005

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Kp Nunez Date: 2/13/2015 6:13:00 AM Good morning sire. Seems your muse had given you plenty of inspiration and cause for introspection. May the mirror give you the the final image of who you have become from all those stages in your life. More smiles from the land of thousand isles where an evening with family and friends spells good times...Kim :), Login to Reply William J. Jr. Atfield Date: 2/13/2015 12:47:00 PM Good morning Kim Patrice Nunez : “ Good morning sire. ” and it is my Dear, no rain !!!, thus far. I guess “ Seems your muse had given you plenty of inspiration and cause for introspection. ” that was then, and so long ago, but most likely the continuing essence of this old soul ??? “ May the mirror give you the the final image of who you have become from all those stages in your life. ” The mirror my Dear, is but a reflector of one’s moments, as are the eyes of another who often projects their image upon you, as a mirror. Considering life is always in flux, what can the momentary image – reflected or projected - truly represent ??? “ More smiles from the land of thousand isles where an evening with family and friends spells good times...Kim :), ” Thank you my Dear, for continuing on, for the smiles and I hope that your “ evening with family and friends ” was a great evening of social intercourse . B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )