bio: thoughtremedy, 20 years old. polish, and south african. i began conversatin with my pad when i turned 15. i bodybuild, play ball, philosophize, and analyze.

Dedication: My queen, Sharmin Hassaniani

"In Dreams"

golden brown locks
molten earth eyes

gasp!

she breathes
silent fury resonate through caves of her deepest
travelling with rock her wind fills the earth blood

she is observer
of ancient and present times
she writes fate for patrons of love
with gentle exhales of her song mouth

harmonius balance passes her pores
soliloqui flow her streamline tears
so smooth
a hummingbird study her rhythm

she walks
strong will that bend my metaphor
mirror strong legs
moca chocolate silk her thighs
i do divide
each eye focused on each stride

my perception is relaxin her sway
closer
i feel to that base
curin and curvin my hunger
as she back my way

clad in ancient cloth
dancin with her approach
she nears her lay

tonight we put a hold on the heal
i place my hand on her head
and recite my way

babydoll
i remember how
you climbed me with your vocal chords
my spinal cord embody your vibe
i swear you changed my walk

i reminisce
the reminiscence of your expressions
incense spice scent
smoke like swirls conversatin
many generations
of you and i in past manifestations
once gardener once water
i evoke sword from blade of grass you planted

i review
your prism like emotion
refractin and reflectin thoughts
at your discretion
i immerse in the colors you projectin
travelin kaleidoscope experiences
observin all your phases
i became your satelite
lunule away from absorbin all your stages

she sleeps
i will join you in our one verse
over beedie
and platonic discussion

in dreams
awake
a young girl
tattered clothes
travels to the well for water
small universe
dreaming of unicorns
prince warrior's
innocence binds her gaze
two big brown eyes seeking truth

humming to herself
tales of small things
she a queen
her world is her own
find her
in the depths of her song
searching for someone to call her name

Sharmin

she reach the well
for her
it is abyss
she speaks to it

"my consciousness"

dropping the bucket she is bitter
a full bucket is heavy
raising the water mirror she is eager
facing herself she is neither

"dare i look inside my soul and open my eyes
what will i find?
i have looked at you my mirror
ever since i was old enough to bear your load
you have shown me nothing but burden
next time
i will have courage to look deeper"

she told herself

momentarily she argued her mind
realized she was late
was quick to hurry her pace
the bucket was heavy
a shortcut in need
she looked to the river
running across the bridge
she lost her footing

spilt the water
and fell into unconsciousness

In Dreams (c) Copyright 2002 ~ thoughtremedy

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the pursuit of fame and fortune
leads to shame and misfortune
-tao