The Huddled Masses: Train 14 (the tracks of the mind) this is for the dreamers for the dreamers its a long wait eternity at every step of the way LA San Luis Oakland Sac-town! Oregon Elysium Is the real world in my head or out there? its a long wait waiting for others to cooperate to make our dreams realized waiting for the girl to fall in love to make the dream whole waiting for the ecstatic moment that takes us out of the dream for a moment Now would you please direct your attention to the wondering prophets in their cold steal tubes to each his own spelling out the boredom of early belief to each his own lost in the wasted symmetry of the post-industrial, brain washed age of technology and edited reality imbedded in the frigid landscapes of towers that speak with fascist tongues surrounded by soulless freaks who walk the streets classifying themselves by the clothes they wear trapped in new narcissistic towns shivering in basements while house broken animals bark and meow even- when there's no one around drinking whiskey to keep the mind mad and the soul warm while our Winterset existence continues to carry on not for purpose or greed for those two latter’s are a dying need much like morals and art with substance to each his own continually wakes day after desperate day phones ringing, TV’s 'screaming, radio's puking, sun's rising, computers mocking, buses coughing, hammers pounding, light's changing, and train's squealing All to each his own it's scribbled, sang or prayed that boredom will come and pass but not before flashes of yellow mania splatter the ceilings and walls a masterpiece of madness watched from a cold moving floor like a dream somewhat remembered a nightmarish reality of words and songs howls and cries that flow like a circuit of longing while one points to the other As the daunting task of telling and singing parading, sunbathed, unshaven while having to play a mole in a hologram of posers the outcasts the unsymmetrical irregular triangle somewhere that doesn't exist somewhere that's higher and free untouched by the greedy hands of manipulation and human need untouched by the break heart way of action untouched by what we are required to do and think to not dream waiting for the golden staircase that will take you to that dream waiting to stop feeling the sickness from the pressure of time and delusion Cause grandeur is just around the corner is that what I dream waiting for the words that will silence the world? its a long wait and we should be applauded for our patience so thank you to all the dreamers for not giving up.

She is getting me naked eyes- across this wicker dream, moon thick shadows shriek, Awakening places Grown silent, ...So vast…Call the Sirens! "...We are still here, we NEED you, and you NEED us, there are things left still to TEACH..." Whisperings begin, Along the back fields of these Devil grasses. The opening of worlds, Immersed in her rain water. The songs of nether Muses me...

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...and all I want...... is to crawl back into her bed..... slip beneath the heavenly covers...... wrap my arms… around her little stomach...... rest my head....beside her hair..... and close my eyes...... and there is only peace and all is quiet and the mattress swallows me....... when I'm sure my hands aren't cold...... I rub against her ...... our skin is whispering she is warm and soft I can't stop smiling I love her so much I'm with the queen....... I pull our nude bodies together........ pure warmth of bliss explosion in her flesh...... stretches like caressing liquid drink my essence -her essence I feel so happy.......I feel so good nearly feel bad for feeling so good........ but never feel bad- feel good- good-good....... frantic bliss splashes through me in waves....... waves which splash and never stop....... there is only bliss she loves me....... that's what I want....... that's what I want........ not anything else......