MENTAL NOTE

"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Who We Are Too

By Blue and Truedessa

Is the night a tricky place to hide yourself, Miss Blue,
When truth and lie are synonyms that explore your deepest essence?
Does a nightly flight advance your convalescence?
Does it capture who you are and heal your view?

Dreams lead to many realms where I can find respite. Truth and lies become one of the same. The trick is to distinguish between the two, as what is truth, dear Mr. Blue? Nightly flights bring soul recovery, finding pieces of myself lost along the journey called life. Healing comes from within and in the silence of night our truest voice is heard. Do you hear it calling you? It's been calling for so long...

Truth is all there is to know about what you want to know.
It's what you choose to see, it's all the things that give you strength, 
The kind of healing lies won't bring, not in your one man show. 
Where do dreams lead you when I'm kept at arm's length?

The night leads to many realms where I can find respite, Mr. Blue. Truth and lies are antonyms, yet both can be misleading. Nightly flights bring soul recovery, finding the pieces of myself. Healing comes from dreams, an antidote to counteract reality.

Last night I do remember — it happens every second moon:
No soul recovery for me when worms with hooks and beaks
Think I'm their lunch and dinner, when zombie freaks
Hunt me down to feed on me, when I can't hide too soon.
Does that capture who I am, asleep but scared?
I do not fly but run, and not a soul who ever cared.

Tell me Mr. Blue, are you seeking answers too, tell me true. Why do your dreams scare you so, are there ghosts hiding? Are you afraid to walk through the fire, to find the light? Perhaps, the greatest medicine is the human spirit, the drive to survive? Let me guide you through your dreams. Maybe we can find us too...

The thing is... life's a story with no tale, a sleepy spirituality.
We try to give it meaning, put it in a box,
Recovery's imperfect, a timeless eventuality.
I remember ghosts and pain and locks
Going on and on, and then I hear the morning calling —
I wake up to find I'm whole again, no longer falling. 
I don't mind forgetting. 

Mr Blue, life is a story and we are the authors of our own bestseller. We try to find meaning getting lost in the characters we meet along the way, anxiously waiting for the plot to unfold. We are perfectly imperfect; that is what makes us extraordinary. We drift into the night dreaming to our awakening. Sometimes we need to forget, so we can live again and find that happy ending just for us. "Once Upon a Time: The Story of Blue and True..." Do you believe?

I might one night.

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Truedessa's Nightly Flights

77 comments:

  1. You're a poet!
    Yes, for better or worse, we are the authors of our own stories...

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    1. That we are... to a considerable extent.

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    2. Truedessa just brought it out in you.
      And Sandra featured you today. Now everyone knows you are a cat person.

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    3. Just don't tell them I meow. That would be more than I could take.

      Meow!

      Oh darnit...

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    4. Ah, Blue is a poet at heart...

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    5. Only in my dreams. The ones I should remember.

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  2. Look at you two go as dreams do flow and can show or give truth and lies high and low. Perfectly imperfect is the way, through all the crap life has at play. Author our own story and be on our way. Get back up come what may.

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    1. Perfectly imperfect is the only way
      At our collective bay

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  3. Poetry and mystery. Some believe they are the intrinsic nature of life.
    Well done, Blue and True.

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    1. Why, thank you, Belva. How are you today?

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  4. the stanzas in Italic have a nice flow and rhymes, the other ones are noticeably weaker without the poetic rhythm. The zombie freaks part was unnecessary.

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    1. The zombie freaks part was necessary because that dream triggered this post. I usually don't remember my dreams, but when I do they are usually violent, as in this case. So I don't mind forgetting.

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  5. I enjoyed reading this composition. Some good rhymes. Well done.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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    1. Truedessa talking to me and giving me food for though... yes, I'm a lucky blue guy.

      Thanks, Andrew.

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  6. Blue, if you could have seen my smile when I saw this. I think I was glowing like the luminous moon, surely in a swoon. Yes, I think we captured a bit of the essence of "who we are too". It is always a privilege to converse in a thoughtful dialogue of words. We are always reaching for the missing piece.

    Oh and I just LOVE Truedessa's new look as she takes her nightly flight to some other realm. Yes, that is how it feels sometime slipping out of my body into the unknown. The fact that you would take the time to do this makes me feel extraordinary. You've given me a great gift and I thank you from my humble heart.

    We will keep searching for our missing piece.. then perhaps we will be connective or should I say in tune with the universe.

    Here is a big ((hug)) you give me joy..,it's been a rough month for me.

    Peace, light and bright blessings..


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    1. I just needed to find a way to make you fly. Won't tell you how long this one took me but I love the image. Good to hear you love it, too. I know it has been a rough month for you.

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    2. Thank you giving me the gift of flight!

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    1. Based on reality, too. Unfortunately that includes the zombies and the worms, but, hey, it happens :)

      Thanks.

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  8. That was beautiful. I really enjoyed reading that.

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  9. The night is when I live. Both under the moon and stars, and in my dreams. Dreams answer many questions, lead me to many doors when in a wakened state. Who says what you see, do and feel in daylight is real, couldn't that just be a dream, and it's in our dreamworld that we are truly alive?

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    1. That is true and you have expressed it wonderfully. For which is the true reality? I am sleeping to my awakening, I am awakening to my dreaming. Dreams are indeed doors, that we have the ability to open or close. In the dreamworld our spirit is alive no doubt, free to roam and find the answers we cannot during are so called "awake" hours.

      This a great comment and one I explore everyday!

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  10. Blue and True
    A great combination too
    Great poetic style
    And all the while
    Rhyming away
    Showed grand display
    Stalwarts in playing
    Of poetry merry-making

    Hank

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    1. Thanks Hank... the one and only poetry tank!

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  11. Very interesting post. I don't know though...I don't dream much, or if I do I don't remember. But when I do remember a dream it's because I didn't sleep well so my sleep was hardly restful. I imagine it would be even less so if I were dreaming of zombies.

    I did see a real vampire once though. In Arizona. He wanted me to let him into my bedroom so he could kill my little sister, but I said no and covered her up with a blanket while she slept. Vampires can't get what they can't see and they have to be invited in. To this day she owes her life to me, a point I mention often!

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    1. Samw here. I rarely remember anything. Whenever I do, it's bound to have been a violent dream. A vampire?

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  12. Very beautiful flow. I don't remember a lot of my dreams, but the ones I do remember are weird. I did wake up and told Jason that the monsters were coming a few weeks ago, then fell back asleep. He asked me if I remembered telling him that in the morning and I did. "They were purple and they are definitely coming." Glad they weren't Blue ;)

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    1. Yes, good thing they weren't blue. Or... green. So you don't remember your dreams either?

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  13. Blue and True! This is the greatest blog collaboration since... those two drunk idiots. I don't remember their names. They're not very funny anymore.

    I too am the author of my own story, and I'm the tallest, handsomest, smartest alien-fighting astronaut that NASA has ever seen.

    (I am a fiction author, after all...)

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    1. I do remember their names but since I'm drunk as a skunk I can't pronounce said names nor type them. It's the weirdest thing.

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    2. So it's St Patrick's day
      Shall we drink a Killian
      "Killian me softly with his song" (ok, I just had too)

      Strumming my pain with his fingers
      Singing my life with his words
      Killing me softly with his song...

      Blue sing a long

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    3. I'm singing!

      Killing me softly with his shoe...

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    4. Killing me softly with his blues
      Killing me softly it's true

      I heard he sang a good song
      I heard he had a style
      (In his Ted Baker Suits)

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    5. Haha discounted is the way to go
      Save on the cash flow

      How are you Blue?

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    6. Blue is tired, True. What's new, right? Too many deadlines. Dead....lines. How aptly named....

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    7. I miss you Blue
      you know it's true..

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  14. This is both amazingly written, and ironic for myself. The other night I had such a horrible nightmare I woke up, proceeded to the living room crying, had a cigarette, and sat in reality so the dream wasnt as vivid. Didnt want to fall back into the nightmare scenario. Though I did, just not as horrid.
    The way you explain how they come about, good or bad, makes a lot of sense.
    Screw my dream bible, I'll check in on Blue. Haha.

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  15. Thank you Blue, thank you True.
    And while it doesn't rhyme, big thanks to Sandra for sending me over.

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  16. I came to visit from Sandra's blog. I enjoyed your post. Sadly, I don't remember my dreams, but I know I have them, since my advisor in grad school studied dreams and dream behaviors. His belief was that stress had something to do with our dreaming.

    I enjoyed this visit immensely, and will visit again, thanks to Sandra's recommendation.

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    1. Sweet sweet Sandra... and thank you for stopping by. Stress has something to do with our dreaming? Well, that makes sense. I'm just wondering why you and I don't remember them. Whenever I do remember a dream, it's always a nightmare (like the one I had the night I started writing this post). It's the weirdest thing.



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  17. I really enjoyed this Mr. Blue. Beautiful, but also a touch of sadness and hope. We really are in charge of our own destinies.

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    1. A touch of sadness is unavoidable when you're blue :))

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  18. I have always wondered why a dream we DO remember can span over an amount of years, when you know in reality it could have only lasted a few minutes. The mind must surely be an amazing thing to study.

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    1. It's the most complex machine ever made.

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    2. also, kind of unrelated, but it made me think of the movie Inception. Did you see it? I had to watch it twice to get a good grasp on it. My mind is sometimes slow. ;)

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    3. Yes, I saw it. My mind is slower than yours because I needed to watch it a third time :) Don't ask me what that movie is about, okay?

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  19. That was wonderful you two! You should combine your skills more often.
    My dreams are like snowflakes in the sun. They dissipate almost before they form. The last dream I remember: I hurt myself and was in great pain. I think the cat probably had her claws in me and it wormed itself into my dream:)

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    1. Thanks, Sandra. The last time was almost three years ago.

      The cat had her claws in you? Oh dear.

      Thanks for the wink and nod :)

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    2. Please don't wait that long for another repeat:)

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  20. Hi, I saw your name on Sandra's blog, and came to visit.
    I'm sure I will visit again.

    Take care

    All the best Jan

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  21. The beauty of dreams is the great adventure and when we wake we can choose to remember or forget.

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    1. But... but... I never remember my dreams, and when I do, it's because it was a horrible nightmare. Where do I order a beautiful dream that I can choose to remember, Lynda? :)

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  22. Sweet Dreams, Blue.
    Sweet Dreams, True.

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  23. Truly beautiful!! Love!! Hi Blue, I am visiting from Sandra's blog. Nice to meet you!

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    1. Wasn't it very kind of Sandra to put me in the spotlights? Thank you for stopping by. Nice to meet you, too.

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  24. Nice post! Unfortunately, I've been online so sporadically that I missed it until now. Oops.

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    1. Always good to hear from the one and only Mr. Silver Fox.

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  25. Hi Blue...
    I too dream...some good....some bad....some silly...
    Some I remember well...
    Others I cannot tell...
    Great monologue between you two...
    Have you ever met?
    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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    1. Only in my drawings, Linda. Cheers!

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    2. Blue, we've met in spirit as our words dance across the universe ;)

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    1. I wonder why :) Whenever I have trouble sleeping, all I need to do is read one of my own posts. Works like a charm!

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