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Inside The Jumble Jar: Sharing Our Dreams
by Gordon Coombes

Sometimes our dreams we share
strange to walk about
inside your dreams
sometimes I invite you
into my dreams
acting the part of a friend
or lost lover
coming into my dreams
as an assassin
a clown with a bouquet of balloons
a madman wielding a hatchet
acting the part of a Guru
sent with a message
from the otherside
a demon sent to sidetrack me
an angel sent to guide me
or you are just a bit player
an extra a spear carrier
adding colour to my own little opera-

Sometimes I stand at the threshold
of my dreams or yours
operating one of the cameras
saving these visions seen in dreams-

We journey back & forth
sampling the dreams of others
sharing their fear & their joy
finding adventure as we travel
through an unknown world
the landscape dotted
by their private symbols
wandering around searching
for clues of signposts
of archetypes to give us our bearings
no longer lost in the wilderness
no longer lost at sea-

This is our dream time
searching for a Shaman
to heal our dreams
to remove the weight of our burdens
of the past & future off of us-

Sometimes I am the prey you hunt down
Sometimes I hunt you down
in our dreams-

Sometimes I sneak into your dreams
to bring you pain
to sabotage the prepared script
to create chaos
having become the destroyer of dreams
having become the stealer of dreams
stealing your elaborate visions
to stuff in a sack hidden
in a locked golden room
with a red door
deep in the pitch dark catacombs
of the Jumble Jar-

Sometimes in dreams finally finding love
murdering someone we hate
or someone we love too much-

Even in our dreams
we need to keep our eyes open
& watch your back
remembering nothing is
what it seems
sometimes things are just
what they seem-

Traffic Jam Inside The Jumble Jar 
by Gordon Coombes 

streaming through the jumble jar 
rush hour traffic bumper to bumper 
on a thousand lane highway 
& the sign says merge 
firing synaptic connections 
reacting a world outside 
a world created inside 
from which I may wake 
& the world I go to when I sleep 
awakes with me 
walking strolling along side streets 
back alleyways & into dreamed images 
the distinctions blurred 
images becoming real 
the ordinary turns about 
faces itself drowned in the surreal 
we watch the movie together 
& we've written a part 
for each of us 
good guy or bad guy 
some last to act 3 or the last reel 
taking part in the celebrations 
& the executions 
others don't make it pass act 1 
or the first reel of the film 
a victory a wedding 
a beheading a hanging 
battle won battle lost 
love won love lost 
all the details taken care of 
costumes designer sceneographer 
music arranger cinematographer 
special effects department 
screenplay writer directors & producers 
seamless from scene to scene 

as intense as my dreams 
from which I try to escape 
only to slip away once more 
into consciousness 
into unconsciousness 
rewiring my brain 
leaving my mind trapped 
by all this arbitrariness- 

SOUNDINGS: 



MORE IMAGES FROM WITHIN THE JUMBLE JAR 
by Gordon Coombes 

Visions of long ago half-remembered misunderstood 

from childhood years of comforting guiding beacons 

of shimmering glittering jade towers 

lost in delusions of sweet 

imaginings of Seraphim & Cherubim 

awaking surfacing in free-falling 

persistent rains of collages of images 

of a thousand shattered worlds 

somewhere out there 

finding their way inside of us - 

multiple variations of dreams of distilled visions 

sometimes come roaring out of space 

out of the sky in stark hard-edged 

unrelenting hallucinations 

of induced visions 

coming rushing towards us 

late into the long dark night of the soul 

after the rest of the world 

has fallen into its stupor 

beneath soft velvety soothing dreams 

excavating into the multiple layers 

built up over years & centuries 

into the depths of our jumble jar 

where ancient visions hide in shadows 

in dark corners some squirming 

flesh-like tentacles reaching out 

removing us from our inane world 

of preconceived time & space 

pulling us away dragging us inevitably 

into soft squares of a menacing eternal chessboard 

from which there is no escape - 


Having trekked for hours for days 

for years through the darkened entangled 

over-grown forest twilighted woods 

following some old out of date poet 

leaving the woods behind us 

as we move across the barrens 

the razor-edged winds 

brush aside a few desperate 

patches of grass clinging to the rocks - 


finding thirteen misshapen twisted crosses 

seven feet tall 

made from human & animal bones 

each one topped by various skulls 

propped up by piles of stones 

where the barrens jut out into the ocean 

waves pound into the rocks 

where carpets of slippery moss 

cling onto the rocks 

trying to discern their meaning- 


from faraway in the distance 

hearing echoing soundings of horns 

a torrent of images fall at our feet 

gripped by ancient fears 

this is the world stripped bare 

of all we have piled up on it 

layer after layer of gewgaws 

& thousands upon thousands 

of useless minutiae 

mistaking this for intelligence 

knowledge & wisdom 

broken on the waves of experience- 


a sandy desert somewhere stretches 

on forever shadows take on strange shapes 

which appear in the sky come swooping 

down picking at our dried up flesh 

our bones left polished white 

by the wind & elements & time 

& here time creeps along 

cold wet fog rolling inland 

& time suddenly picks up the pace 

rushing along - 

fire-dragons clothed in shimmering gold 

fly over our heads dancing round 

the rising moon as twilight begins- 


the god of our fathers is deaf to our pleas 

only the old Gods hear us 

whom the Ancients begged to return 

once again their hold on this world 

weakened & finally ended 

who once we have been told 

watched over the wise 

inhabitants of ancient Atlantis - 


only these gods hear our last words 

our last gasp for air 

our own death-rattle 

the thing we fear the most - 


spending our lives searching out 

& creating our own little side-show attractions 

of freaks & geeks fire eaters 

psychotic clowns & jittery trepeze artists 

hearing the echoing sounds of the horns 

retreating into the distant horizon 

where the ocean & sky clash 

retreating into the night 

before the Heavens are set afire 

the sounding of the horns 

a celebration & a warning 

fading into the night & darkness 

at the edge of the world's horizon - 


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