3am Musings~24/04/09~Blondeshark

Its 3 am and I'm a little fuzzy but came for a slice of soul pie and found other vagabonds here thankfully so you will have to endure my little ditty thing that just swept over me while gazing unfocused at this pic

~Blondeshark~

Monsters Prefer Blondes 

With garnet locks I will prevail - 

With cunning Fox ... my full of grace, luckbringer. 

In, but not of ...... this world. 

An abstract existence in orange glow ... creatively foxtrotting in faith with caretrodden, supernatural, mossy paths followed. 

Halting, to sniff the air, looking keenly into eyes ... that appear ... and always longing for a warm den with multiple exits, and four or more paws entwined with mine   

I am the vixen wild 'n' free !!!

In neither Life nor Death, will they capture me?

Adventures in Poverty #2 {04/24/09} By FilmHeroin

Adventures in Poverty #2 {04/24/09} By FilmHeroin

Lately, my dreams are filled with images of destruction.

Last night, Again, I watched...Silently...as flames consumed everything around me.

Dream Dictionaries list simple symbolisms.....to explain.....to define. Destruction. Anger. Transformation.

I wonder, though. Some say that it is during our sleep- The Dream Time- when we are able to receive needed messages...From the dead.....From the gods and goddesses.....From ourselves- past and future.

I wonder. 

I wonder if our other "dreams"- those wishes, lofty goals, and hopes that keep us going...during those darkest of dark nights of the soul- also send messages to us.....When we have no choice but to listen. 

Maybe.....Sometimes.....A hope or a wish comes to say "Goodbye."

Maybe.....Sometimes.....A Hope or a Wish knows when to abandon ship- like rats foreshadowing the sinking of a supposedly unsinkable battleship. But, maybe they still feel a sense of loss.....of potential.....of what could have been or should have been. So, just like us, they seek some small comfort...within the closure of a heartfelt goodbye. 

Awake...My stubborn human-self would have none of it. I know that I would over-intellectualize, pitifully dramatize, and loudly self-aggrandize. Anything. Anything.....Anything to just not hear that faint whisper: "It's Over. Goodbye."

Asleep. Dreaming. I'm powerless to do anything except watch and listen. 

Are my dreams forcing me to witness a ritualistic funeral pyre.....that burns away the very last part of me that still believes in them?

Do hopes and wishes say "Goodbye" through a language of flame, heat, and destruction? 

Do they flare wildly.....and consume completely.....before they leave you?.....Before they're born again.....As the faint spark within another?