So after months of procrastination, I've cut and paste a number of items and created a poll. Sorry for the slackery 
I have no excuse but beg poetic forgiveness 
ok, on with the show 
in the order received
(Wordy)
latent spacejunk
“In miniscule natural quantities, it's the fuel of fantasy, dreams and visions. The alien-ness of many of the realms of DMT is striking.”
– Robert Hunter
onset: blue overdose / baby
entropies / timelapse / warps
to white-speed / neural flare /
bloodlit behind closed eyes / a
bass drone / buzzing anti-music
/ visible static / insectoid with
UV eyes / wingspan snipping
the winds / the latest creatures
/ prankish henchmen / file in &
out of the dreamt / mutagenic
alien warez / receptor sites / tilt
over into infovore geekery / the
tracer’s outcry held back / skulls
of dead techs / ‘any crew?’ / ‘er,
negative.’ / words islanded in
midair / give off ghosted light,
encrypt the way home / how to
scroll earthward again / & thaw
numbtar
a fuzzy mind...complicated thoughts,
a dream flutters by ....and peace i sought ,
a wrecked heart...twisted tales of love,
visions leave me numb...and of truth i need a shove,
a silent soul...nothing more to say,
all senses paralyzed...cold in my bed i lay,
a drained body....nothing more to feel,
every touch goes unfelt...and this moment feels surreal
Raz
Dreams.
she leans across a
counter strewn with
dust
lunch's debris
cold coffee
and the odd brave roach
revisits her dreams
while the diner is empty
reminisces
about sunsets that held more hope
than pollutants
a road
that led somewhere
and a mind
that was open to everything
and anything
the world could give her
she has a family
she loves
a job
which provides
security
which matters
because her dreams no longer do
her ideas flew away
her ideals watched them go
and in time this town
buried them both
a customer enters
she fetches the order before he speaks
smiles as expected
talks about his wife
and his children
and the dog they put down last week
she nods when appropriate
makes the right noises
and no longer questions
when sleepwalking replaced
dreams.
empty_remains
poetry contest: dreams
Twisting and turning in a free fall
I always land on my hands and feet
In a field of plush grass
The night sky above graphed by purple and blue
I know that I've been here before
Standing tall while the cool breeze flows
My simple white cotton dress dancing with the winds
Soaking in the power from this place
It's my true home where I can feel every blade of grass under my feet
Welcoming me back again
Arms thrown wide
Spinning in carefree circles
I can feel my time is short
I'm here long enough perhaps someday
This dream will last forever
Peaceful and serene in the place I feel love without any ties
Unbreakable
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To dream is to go beyond any mans reality
Sent messages
Vivid and sometime lucid
a place without restriction or control
Sensations overwhelm ones ego
You can't always be the hero
A nightmare is fear
Or could it be a dream gone wrong
It could be about anything you fear
Or about something you hold dear
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D's
I dream of freedom, life without war or drugs
I get the feeling that its all above
as I lay dieing for my last breath
I wish for everybody to receive my wish
no more war, on race or hate
no more violence for people who fucked up
love each other because this wont last
i love my brother so my wish will pass
welcome me lord as I lay dreaming
remove the filth i have in me
Take me or lord O god above
Let me be free with no closed fences.
I want to be free, and in my dream I'm free
Live life as you should don't fool around
be true to your self and you wont get fucked.
namosan
Now and Laters
Now and Laters, many flavors, choose one and only one.
Chew it fast, or make it last, someday you will be done.
Some think its nice to sacrifice, flavor for duration.
But as for me, it brings great glee,
to chomp with mad elation.
Mehm
fleeting sink to sleep
go far traveler
vision will guide
into unreality of non-control
your inner fears and wants reveal
manifest
undressed
and running
snap into lucid
samsara
or become your desires
how does this apply to life? a wise man will ask
well a dream is just a dream
so follow them
through this moment
slimvictor
Dreams of Death
Last night I searched the dead for their secrets.
Their bony hands reached out to me,
and scared me back into the refuge of my body.
Last night I was willing to die.
But something, I forget what, made me change my mind.
Last night, death fell like rain in my garden.
Pallid flowers sprung up this morning,
blinking in the sunlight.
Last night, the dead came to see me.
I knew them from their breath.
A heavy pause revealed their endless emptiness.
Last night, lost between the sheets,
I searched the dead of my memory for some sign.
They showed me nothing, and I saw.
The bed of the river of death is porous.
There is no name for what is exchanged between these worlds.
Last night I searched the dead for my own secrets.
Their silence was staggering.
I have no excuse but beg poetic forgiveness ok, on with the show in the order received
(Wordy)
latent spacejunk
“In miniscule natural quantities, it's the fuel of fantasy, dreams and visions. The alien-ness of many of the realms of DMT is striking.”
– Robert Hunter
onset: blue overdose / baby
entropies / timelapse / warps
to white-speed / neural flare /
bloodlit behind closed eyes / a
bass drone / buzzing anti-music
/ visible static / insectoid with
UV eyes / wingspan snipping
the winds / the latest creatures
/ prankish henchmen / file in &
out of the dreamt / mutagenic
alien warez / receptor sites / tilt
over into infovore geekery / the
tracer’s outcry held back / skulls
of dead techs / ‘any crew?’ / ‘er,
negative.’ / words islanded in
midair / give off ghosted light,
encrypt the way home / how to
scroll earthward again / & thaw
numbtar
a fuzzy mind...complicated thoughts,
a dream flutters by ....and peace i sought ,
a wrecked heart...twisted tales of love,
visions leave me numb...and of truth i need a shove,
a silent soul...nothing more to say,
all senses paralyzed...cold in my bed i lay,
a drained body....nothing more to feel,
every touch goes unfelt...and this moment feels surreal
Raz
Dreams.
she leans across a
counter strewn with
dust
lunch's debris
cold coffee
and the odd brave roach
revisits her dreams
while the diner is empty
reminisces
about sunsets that held more hope
than pollutants
a road
that led somewhere
and a mind
that was open to everything
and anything
the world could give her
she has a family
she loves
a job
which provides
security
which matters
because her dreams no longer do
her ideas flew away
her ideals watched them go
and in time this town
buried them both
a customer enters
she fetches the order before he speaks
smiles as expected
talks about his wife
and his children
and the dog they put down last week
she nods when appropriate
makes the right noises
and no longer questions
when sleepwalking replaced
dreams.
empty_remains
poetry contest: dreams
Twisting and turning in a free fall
I always land on my hands and feet
In a field of plush grass
The night sky above graphed by purple and blue
I know that I've been here before
Standing tall while the cool breeze flows
My simple white cotton dress dancing with the winds
Soaking in the power from this place
It's my true home where I can feel every blade of grass under my feet
Welcoming me back again
Arms thrown wide
Spinning in carefree circles
I can feel my time is short
I'm here long enough perhaps someday
This dream will last forever
Peaceful and serene in the place I feel love without any ties
Unbreakable
------------------------------------------
To dream is to go beyond any mans reality
Sent messages
Vivid and sometime lucid
a place without restriction or control
Sensations overwhelm ones ego
You can't always be the hero
A nightmare is fear
Or could it be a dream gone wrong
It could be about anything you fear
Or about something you hold dear
------------------------------------------
D's
I dream of freedom, life without war or drugs
I get the feeling that its all above
as I lay dieing for my last breath
I wish for everybody to receive my wish
no more war, on race or hate
no more violence for people who fucked up
love each other because this wont last
i love my brother so my wish will pass
welcome me lord as I lay dreaming
remove the filth i have in me
Take me or lord O god above
Let me be free with no closed fences.
I want to be free, and in my dream I'm free
Live life as you should don't fool around
be true to your self and you wont get fucked.
namosan
Now and Laters
Now and Laters, many flavors, choose one and only one.
Chew it fast, or make it last, someday you will be done.
Some think its nice to sacrifice, flavor for duration.
But as for me, it brings great glee,
to chomp with mad elation.
Mehm
fleeting sink to sleep
go far traveler
vision will guide
into unreality of non-control
your inner fears and wants reveal
manifest
undressed
and running
snap into lucid
samsara
or become your desires
how does this apply to life? a wise man will ask
well a dream is just a dream
so follow them
through this moment
slimvictor
Dreams of Death
Last night I searched the dead for their secrets.
Their bony hands reached out to me,
and scared me back into the refuge of my body.
Last night I was willing to die.
But something, I forget what, made me change my mind.
Last night, death fell like rain in my garden.
Pallid flowers sprung up this morning,
blinking in the sunlight.
Last night, the dead came to see me.
I knew them from their breath.
A heavy pause revealed their endless emptiness.
Last night, lost between the sheets,
I searched the dead of my memory for some sign.
They showed me nothing, and I saw.
The bed of the river of death is porous.
There is no name for what is exchanged between these worlds.
Last night I searched the dead for my own secrets.
Their silence was staggering.
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