Everyone

by

Daniel Bradbury

Everyone dreams like dogs on hot daytime mats - W/ mismatched lyrics of dead songs tripping through their heads - Sad like reminders of all the past coming back - Sad like that one girl who holds the universe in her hands - her lips - her thighs - We all dream of all the past coming back and living again, foreign dripping and tripping from here to nothing - Piles and puddles running down hills of shit and love piled upon the remains of a scorched Earth - Char me - Burn me - Beat me - Be me - all but love me - Change and look like all the things you’ve seen grow ahead of you, all life bigger and stronger than yourself - Everything different than you - Everything better then you, which is not all that odd - Leave your toys and dirt behind and change the world for maÑana, for tommora’ - El corazÓn destrosado - The broken heart and the story thereof - Sad, sad, mad, mad - Lay on your summer mat, like dogs dreaming of flying trough the winter moon beams - Fly through the winter moon beams while dogs dream of being you on their hot summer mats - Nothing has changed, nothing is right - No grammar - No spelling - TV dream show - Death on the airwaves, flying and dying - Stars trying to control all our fates - Stars on the move through heavens - Heavens on the move through you - That one small grain of sand nagging at the base of your brain - That one girl that just won’t loosen herself from your mind - And soul - And fire eyes - A drown rat that lives in that small space between your ears - Swim, climb, breath, speak - BE - Can do - Speak - Run to... That one - That star on the move through your heavens - Your Zodiac darling - Your astrological dream - So much like tommorow in every way - So much you and herself alone - And together - So illogical, so real and abated - Much like yourself and everyone else and her, and you, and me, and they, and all the universe of which we know - Everyut Everything that time can show - Sappy, like the happy little puppy, running around in open, sun dried fields, turning into the tired, sad old dog dreaming of flying through the moonlight - This tired, sad old dog keeps dreaming of flying - And I keep dreaming of all the love I hope for - So, I dream, on the chance that dreams come true - I dream of planets reeling - I dreams of the Sun setting and the Moon rising - I dreams of everything - I dream of you..............

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Why don't you look at What Is Left for Me
by: Mango Tree
from: Byron Bay, NSW, Australia

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