12/29/08 11:48-11:59

12/29/08 11:48-11:59

A Poem by Andrew DeRossett

What do dreams mean to me.  blown up from everyday scenery to be things you and I can physically see.  Why not put the pen down and see what this truely means.  Go inside and see if you have the ability.  Im willing to spend the time to see.  Should I find the ability to know what its like to truely dream.  Loss the things that are important to me and allow my mind to float free.  Consuming the bliss that seems to illude me.  Confuse me with enchanted jewlery of money or material possesion of lifes ambition.  Force me to make my descions.  Go against my intuitions.  Dream of these physical ambitions.  To what ability do I posses a dream.  Unclouded by this type of scene.  Believe everythings meant to be so why not dream of internal memory or a spiritual journey.  Im sorry these things do not have ability to prove their productivity by providing a physical life so how could they be dreams.  You see how retarded I seem to believe I posses the answers to dreams.  why not just sit back and see.

-Andrew DeRossett-

© 2009 Andrew DeRossett


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Andrew DeRossett
Andrew DeRossett

mount shasta, CA



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So ive been doing a lot of free writing, allowing my mind to open up into the unknown. I practice as timed sessions. I write the time I start in my journal, listen to some sort of music. Preferably.. more..

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