Array ( [sid] => 180679 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fractured Lucidity [time] => 2015-03-02 07:00:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I slept through a dream
When I awoke
I took a ride
Down to the stream

Far from home
Close to my house
There is a swamp
Where the bigfoot roam

I then pondered as I drove by a little red barn
Why does my dog have a tail
When it spins
No yarn

More confused than ever
I asked myself
This below

If I know
The unknown
Why am I
All alone

I came upon a crossing guard
He asked me what I was going to play
I told him Michael Bublé
He said turn it off and be on your way


A strange man waved me over on the very same day
Elvis had drowned he said with a sorrowful frown
Sitting on his throne
Washing his hair in a bidet

As I drove through
A covered bridge
Red graffiti on the wall proclaimed
Led Zep is dead

With much sadness I went to a park
Stood inline for a ride
Written in crayon on the wall for all to see
It said the Go-Go's were number one
In New Jersey

I sampled a buffet on the way
Ate like a pig
For more than a day

I grew further depressed
As the sun shined through
A rather beautiful blue sky of gray

I reflected until it gave me pause
Time stood still
Must have been an hour
Or a moment or two

On my way home
To a house I do not own
The moon blinded me
As I rode all alone

I walked up to my house
Opened a familiar door
I had never seen before

I stood and wondered
Where have I been
Was it the beginning
Or just the end

When I get home
To where I live
I'll tell the story over and over
Once again
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Fractured Lucidity
Date: Monday, 2nd March 2015 @ 07:00:18 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: JamesStockdale
I slept through a dream
When I awoke
I took a ride
Down to the stream

Far from home
Close to my house
There is a swamp
Where the bigfoot roam

I then pondered as I drove by a little red barn
Why does my dog have a tail
When it spins
No yarn

More confused than ever
I asked myself
This below

If I know
The unknown
Why am I
All alone

I came upon a crossing guard
He asked me what I was going to play
I told him Michael Bublé
He said turn it off and be on your way


A strange man waved me over on the very same day
Elvis had drowned he said with a sorrowful frown
Sitting on his throne
Washing his hair in a bidet

As I drove through
A covered bridge
Red graffiti on the wall proclaimed
Led Zep is dead

With much sadness I went to a park
Stood inline for a ride
Written in crayon on the wall for all to see
It said the Go-Go's were number one
In New Jersey

I sampled a buffet on the way
Ate like a pig
For more than a day

I grew further depressed
As the sun shined through
A rather beautiful blue sky of gray

I reflected until it gave me pause
Time stood still
Must have been an hour
Or a moment or two

On my way home
To a house I do not own
The moon blinded me
As I rode all alone

I walked up to my house
Opened a familiar door
I had never seen before

I stood and wondered
Where have I been
Was it the beginning
Or just the end

When I get home
To where I live
I'll tell the story over and over
Once again


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