<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099618448291702313</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:45:07.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oneirology</title><subtitle type='html'>Copyright © 2009 by Rye Sky</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryeskyoneirology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099618448291702313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryeskyoneirology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rye Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120119434526077042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy4cjHYbylk/Sbo1O2VBg_I/AAAAAAAAACM/cF7BGFJbvrQ/S220/ryesky.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099618448291702313.post-815923397979820328</id><published>2007-09-20T07:28:00.038-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:57:26.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oneirology</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phallus simply falls off the confident man&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever good as new&lt;br /&gt;Picking it up with his rotting hand&lt;br /&gt;Presses to attach with secreted glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punches problems with a tightly closed fist&lt;br /&gt;Air, apparent to no one, morphs into water&lt;br /&gt;The problems laugh at his impotence&lt;br /&gt;He melts into the ground at his alma mater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spits detached teeth into his palm&lt;br /&gt;Mouth full of pebbles, fleshy, bitten&lt;br /&gt;Vision to red and living while embalmed&lt;br /&gt;The chien Andalou chases a kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room from my childhood&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep while asleep&lt;br /&gt;A dream before slowly waking up&lt;br /&gt;Confusion in the room, I drink from the water filled cup&lt;br /&gt;A drop from the cup falls on my toe&lt;br /&gt;Night to day instantaneously, dog drool on my toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maze through dreams&lt;br /&gt;Not known if completed&lt;br /&gt;Until seconds after you're free&lt;br /&gt;A nightmare so complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;I lie down in a psychological quagmire&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;A character in an unfinished, abandoned novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Wax paper glasses, crystal moon&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies emerge, begin corroding&lt;br /&gt;Life imploding&lt;br /&gt;Morning will be here, always soon&lt;br /&gt;In this realm of overwhelming power&lt;br /&gt;I am free of counting the hour&lt;br /&gt;Taken; Life's unintelligible at warm noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep;&lt;br /&gt;I milk it in a fit of apathy, busy traffic is what I hear&lt;br /&gt;Soon again dreaming, I visit the land of my learning&lt;br /&gt;On which sits the object of my ironic yearning&lt;br /&gt;Now immune to the simpletons who once filled me with fear&lt;br /&gt;Trips like these lead to nowhere fast, alas&lt;br /&gt;Once awake, the memories of these trips soon become an erased past&lt;br /&gt;Because the mind quickly dims the memories, until they disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, yet feeling is only sensed&lt;br /&gt;Submerged in a unique pain&lt;br /&gt;The angry jellyfish swims in the brain waves&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it, yet here, does not feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;Yet the sting doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;My dreaming mind is a proxy for nociceptors&lt;br /&gt;The dreaming mind's senses are alert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fertile state of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Conceiving tricks, pranks, and tests&lt;br /&gt;My soul will soon be screaming&lt;br /&gt;While my weary, blind body rests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purest form of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Invincible&lt;br /&gt;Newton's laws do not apply&lt;br /&gt;Where the self-conscious reverse the role&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex without consequence&lt;br /&gt;Actions are limitless&lt;br /&gt;The world in my mind leaves me never fatigued and very breathless&lt;br /&gt;Bitter-sweetness when it starts making sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several shots to my head&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still not dead&lt;br /&gt;Even though my vision is covered with a crimson red&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at what my enemies once said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have penetrable armor&lt;br /&gt;But I am immune to physical fury&lt;br /&gt;I'm a decapitated chicken that grows a new head in a fraction of a second&lt;br /&gt;Crazed, dazed, fazed, but never incapable of seeing the light of the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia, the Achilles heal&lt;br /&gt;Distorted speech&lt;br /&gt;Is the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;As it kills me in my created world&lt;br /&gt;Capable of being deceived by myself&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise my mind is invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I levitate to look down on my self-deemed inferiors&lt;br /&gt;And I conquer&lt;br /&gt;I know the future, unlike soothsayers&lt;br /&gt;I could be anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher I ascend&lt;br /&gt;The quicker I fall&lt;br /&gt;The more shortcomings I try to mend&lt;br /&gt;The slower I run down the school hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can die only by my own hand&lt;br /&gt;Timid and impatient&lt;br /&gt;Running while I stand&lt;br /&gt;Last night seems so ancient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Where dormant memories are conceived&lt;br /&gt;Through a nightlong or shorter pregnancy, most are stillborn&lt;br /&gt;But a ghostly presence remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A haunting, a haunting feeling&lt;br /&gt;But only in the presence of a twin&lt;br /&gt;Brothers born from a situation&lt;br /&gt;Déjà vu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guided by the will of a conjured, beautiful woman&lt;br /&gt;So powerful yet so delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A succubus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's commanding, and any argument is a lock for her to win&lt;br /&gt;She looks down and spits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss as her whole night sky body shines&lt;br /&gt;It is unreal&lt;br /&gt;It is not real&lt;br /&gt;Desires for which my mind mines&lt;br /&gt;Then, sunlight drowns out the woman&lt;br /&gt;And has broken the seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By existing alone, I overpowered the woman against my will&lt;br /&gt;Half a day later, I think of her still&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps tonight she will be reincarnated as someone I knew&lt;br /&gt;Even with my eyelids closed, I will see&lt;br /&gt;But the memory of it, will most likely be temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self-assured, confident man&lt;br /&gt;Though only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I dream of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evading false reality is easy when true reality is joy&lt;br /&gt;When joy floods life we swim playfully in its waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramping and fatigue in the mind induces the same on the buoyant body&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the flash floods&lt;br /&gt;I lay myself flat and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm saved by my dreams as my body cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dreadful noise comes about&lt;br /&gt;Startled, slowly focusing, eyes burning&lt;br /&gt;Life enters my ears like a point blank shout&lt;br /&gt;The Sun has evaporated the flood waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a dream&lt;br /&gt;To be alive in anything but life&lt;br /&gt;Reality created by the dark side of the mind&lt;br /&gt;And dreams created by the light&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the mind will soon be 100% illuminated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drown in thoughts that parallel surrealism &lt;br /&gt;I adore the famous who beg for my generous love&lt;br /&gt;I purge my regrets and vengefully take back my pride and dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dream is over, the dream is over&lt;br /&gt;So lustful for a hint of fatigue&lt;br /&gt;Yet so joyful to put off sleep at night, into miraculous dawn&lt;br /&gt;Witness the birth of a day&lt;br /&gt;And the execution of night&lt;br /&gt;Reincarnated; verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge&lt;br /&gt;Born into structure&lt;br /&gt;Living in chaos&lt;br /&gt;Die out into structure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live in a dream&lt;br /&gt;To die in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning has not seen my sorrow as I awake&lt;br /&gt;I cannot conquer the regrets which still linger in my consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Taunting, haunting me&lt;br /&gt;However, I have things, and more importantly people, to live for in reality&lt;br /&gt;These people and the time I spend with them, I love, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Continued on Next Page)&lt;br /&gt;Dreams cannot grab and hold onto emotions, which escape quickly into a void&lt;br /&gt;Dreams cannot build the foundation for nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Dreams only create phantom memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099618448291702313-815923397979820328?l=ryeskyoneirology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099618448291702313/posts/default/815923397979820328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099618448291702313/posts/default/815923397979820328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryeskyoneirology.blogspot.com/2007/09/oneirology.html' title='Oneirology'/><author><name>Rye Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06120119434526077042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cy4cjHYbylk/Sbo1O2VBg_I/AAAAAAAAACM/cF7BGFJbvrQ/S220/ryesky.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
