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The screaming lucid nightmare dreaming blues

I know God didn’t cause my bad dreams ‘cause
When I was a boys of … say … 5 or 6
I prayed to God to end them
And just like that the Big Fix

A peace I could not have mustered
Dramatic, standing out from any other night
And I slept from then on like a newborn babe
Until another stage in my sight

Dramatically I became a target
And took the shots from elders, deacons
They misread me, and I read them
‘Twas I who marked God’s beacon

Insight I’d never mustered
il I predicted 9/11
And a single storm confined like a ball
Unleashed the fury of heaven

It traveled from west to east
On a perfect mid-point track
Across the country from Arizona
The home of the Diamondbacks

I’ve been thinking wisely thoughts
And having visions, too
God taught me young by letting in
The screaming lucid nightmare dreaming blues

— rcg

Posted on Monday, March 10, 2008 by Registered CommenterJanet Devlin | CommentsPost a Comment

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