Heart de Stone Part V

HEART de STONE PART V

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Anthonystjoseph

     Again it was Sunday and now nothing like Monday…  It was Sunday morning in December and it was very cold.  The thermometer actually said it was twenty six degrees old.  I awoke through the night and fell back to sleep; then there was another dream for my soul to keep.  In the dream I awoke and I was there in a place; some strange woman on the couch refusing to look in my face. 

     Then she walked in the room and followed me into the kitchen.  She stood very close, staring and refusing to say a word, and that’s when I lost it being tired of the same old unheard.  I slammed the cupboard door and said, “WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU WANT!”  That’s when her eyes welled up and she uttered some words.  The words became gargled as her speech suddenly slurred.  The violence of my emotions; they shook me awake, her feeble attempts had reached their expiration date.

     I awoke and I thought to write the moments of the dream, and then I thought different for it may not be what it seemed…  Then I got a message that the dream was what it seemed.  So I said to myself, ‘I better write that damn dream’.

This is not an ‘Imitation...’.

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Anthonystjoseph

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Heart de Stone Part IV

 

HEART de STONE PART IV

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Anthonystjoseph

     This dream was on Monday and nothing like Sunday.  I was there in the house remaining quiet as a mouse.  There was no doubt, it was totally cleared out.  Her sister was rifling through all of her things, she had waited for this day to buy some brand new rings.  And all of sudden, there she was.  She sat in a wheelchair as they fed her through a straw.  Laughter and joy was everywhere she saw.  I walked and I watched amongst all the laughter and joy.  Some looked and ignored as I continued to view, this was her sister who was doing nothing new.  This was always in the future and now the future was present.  The ‘new’ blood of the house was a dirty rotten peasant.

This is not an ‘Imitation...’.

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Anthonystjoseph

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Heart de Stone Part III

 

HEART de STONE PART III

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Anthonystjoseph

     It was the final Sunday of November in the year two thousand and thirteen.  I drifted to sleep enjoying a peaceful slumber.  All of a sudden, it was another dream; all of a sudden, I was there in the hospital…  She was in a room they said was three six three.  All of them staring, thinking ‘he, he, he’.  While all I did was stand there thinking, ‘me, me, me.’  I stayed for a while, confused just a little.  Wondering how in the hell I got caught in the middle. 

     Confusion and fog had completely set in.  Then some old hag handed me some Menthol Misty Thins.  I gathered my strength and decided to leave, remembering to myself, my name was not Steve.  Another old hag got in the way of my leaving; I handed her the Misty Thins as she smiled with joy.  I dashed down the stairs knowing that problem was theirs.

     This time was different, I awoke feeling troubled…  I imagined the tubes, the sickness, and the emaciation; this time my feelings needed emancipation.  This dream was quite different because time was the key.  This dream was quite different because the time was on me.  It was becoming my decision to make and quite quickly.  Would I finally and completely walk away this last time?  Would I really walk away for all the threats to my shine?

This is not an ‘Imitation...’.

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Anthonystjoseph

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Lessons

 

LESSONS

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Anthonystjoseph

I love them, I hate them

I hate them, I love them

Just when you think your path is learned

You find you are one who can still be burned

You say to yourself

I knew that lesson

I knew that rule

I thought I already

Went to that school

Pick up and move on

No choice in the matter

Remove stupid thoughts

From your brains idle chatter

Life is a school

A road that never ends

We continue to learn

Even when sleep begins

The sleep that I mention

Is the last and final

The you that I mention

Is the one in denial

The lessons I mention

Are your one true role

Yes it’s true

I’m talking about your soul

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Anthonystjoseph

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The Plan

THE PLAN

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Anthonystjoseph

On my mother’s side there is strong intuition

On my father’s side there is ministerial ambition

The two have come together and created a force

For in this world

I am a spiritual horse

A horse is a form of transportation

What I am talking about is spiritual elevation

You may not believe me

You may not care

But if you read my words

You will see that it’s there

There is truth in my crazy

My words are not lazy

The man with the plan

Has grabbed my hand

He has urged my soul

And said the horse was my role

I wanted to live

I didn’t want to give

The man with the plan

Said it’s my life you live

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Anthonystjoseph

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