cigs

(?:H:19:12:00|16.6.09:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter


The cigarettes are left on her couch
I am soon leaving this dimension of pink
And I knew she didn't have any left
Money is left on the table
I don't even live here,
But it will pay the rent for a while

I spat blood on those from both sides
Also spitting out archaic spells
Watching faces as their minds were erased
A group of assassins hunted me after I left the building
I pulled their weapons from their hands with telekinesis
And threw them from the rooftops

Yet there was one
Whose eyes turned to an inverted half-moon
I was paralyzed by her gaze, and yet she let me live
In the dreamscape,
I've been told I'm a certain someone whose name I won't mention
I guess we'll see...

pan'ua'mo

(?:H:22:51:00|16.4.09:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter



She claimed she'd known me for centuries
And called me by some ancient name...
Somehow I recognized it...
Our meeting seemed not willed by the masters of the dream
For I felt a sword-tip thrust to my chest
The pain was nearly unbearable...
'Do you remember how long I have loved you?'
She said...
I couldn't answer...
'Then please can't you let me go...'
Then she paused, tone changed;
'No, please wait... please don't let me go...'
The thought of someone loving me like that,
Was disturbing...
Not entirely unwelcome,
Intriguing...
I cannot love myself,
How can I be loved by another?
Even one from the strangeness of
The dreamworld...
Perhaps just a manifestation
Of my loneliness
A will to let it go;
That exists somewhere
Deep within

Vecka

Screaming from the tube
My oxygen makes the liquid turn purple
Enduring pain as onlookers don't care
Being ripped to pieces whilst on dialysis

Caught by Anderson while playing cards
I said, 'Hit me.' and suddenly he was there
with his goons, saying, 'No fighting in probate.'
Needing to escape the grasp

Accused of crimes I needed to stop
I admitted I'm not perfect and would try
But on one condition
There would be no more conditions

I begged them to kill me in my sleep
But I must amuse them too much
We caught the shape-shifter in the bag
It nearly escaped...

Multiple times I would either lose sight or hearing
Or both
Needing to rely on lip-reading or feeling-fingers
Memories were playing backwards

And then the stranger came
She and I sang and danced in the air
She confessed she loved me,
Yet I had no idea who she was

Operated

She guided me through the white tunnels... I kept asking her to reveal her true form... She and none of the others would agree to do it. I was led into rooms where people my same age seemed to be intoxicated and wearing white smocks. They were being encouraged to pick up various objects and say things about them... mostly meaningless fragments of sentences were spoken.
Some faces I recognized.
I looked out one window and saw the deepness of space, stars and nebulas... galaxies... and in the next window I saw simply the sky and clouds, with the sun in the center.
I looked down at my own white smock and willed it to be jeans with a jean jacket with mustard colored threads. The other 'patients' suddenly had the same clothes on when they saw me do it. I started floating and was immediately grabbed and pulled back down.
Then for some time I was lost and wandered around the halls, they kept changing, and some walls I could pass through, others I could not... the smell was damp, the walls had a sticky-smooth cool feeling to them despite their appearance.
Then I found what appeared to be an operating room, their was blood and some sticky yellow waxy substance on some instruments and tubs beneath them... as I was looking at these I was suddenly grabbed from behind and laid on a table.
They operated on me and used a saw to cut open the top of my skull... tubes were injected into my thighs and I felt a liquid being forced into my system, it all went very fast.... I could feel the pain, but it was dulled.

And then I woke into another dream, in my old house, lying on a bed, I got up and found I was covered in bandages... I touched my forehead and felt the warm stickiness of blood which I saw on my fingers as I pulled them away. I looked at my legs and saw bloody bandages where the tubes had been. I got up and wandered down the hall, muttering as I struggled to walk. And then my sight sort of started being sucked forward like going through a wormhole then I woke up.

Trailer

Waking up in a unknown trailer,
Not knowing I was dreaming...
Then leaving; walking around fountains;
Lost in Hallways... lost in bureaus...
Being chased, always running...
I kept walking past the people,
saying, 'I just want to get high...'
He stopped me and asked, 'Really?..'
'Then pick up this plate and bring me another one.'
'No. Do it yourself.'
Immediately someone else said they'd do it
And took the plate in a very waiterly fashion.
He then told me,
'In this place, I am God... best remember that.'
I wanted to spit in his face.

Then I saw a familiar face in the crowd
And followed it out into the dark outside.
Mercury orbs were thrown at me,
And I parried them back...
Then they formed into egyptian-god-looking robots.
And then we three bowed before
The Phoenix.