Dreams #12

It's true how bold we become when we know we're loved. That's where will gets fuel from, blowing in the wind like because  while we're busy with the revolution  fulfilling undreampt dreams slow as the local in search of soultions in a world of water and loyal schemes. Remembering this…

6pm

I sat resting uneasy on that of which we exist, where the clocks are all wrong because time never mattered. I continuously wonder why we are all so bad at being good and when we became comfortable with being wrong. With my soul as my witness I wonder what it’s…

Dream #9

Dream #9 I can hear you. Know that if you get louder I’ll ignore you. I was almost asleep. Drifting between being awake and being lost in thought-like-dreams. I couldn’t wake up and recover or quite establish where I was while I was dreaming But I could hear you. Your…

Too Worn Out

Too Worn Out   Incessantly insisting ‘keep the peace’ and dry my useless tears, forgetting that I bear a pain beyond my years.   ‘Wake up and smell the weeds’ tomorrow isn’t promised nor is later, to be honest.   Holding hope in my hand until it escapes through these…

Dream #10

I could feel myself melting all over the ground like a chocolate kiss in the palm of a hot hand. He would talk and talk and talk. He would rhyme from time to time. Not like a poet or rapper. Just random rhymes. I had to pay attention to speak…

Between Dreams

Fred. Fred! You there? Tell Susan I'm fine just a little banged up. A few bits of red fur but that's just a sign that I'm alive! Tell her not to be cross with Alex. We all have nipples. And tell her to share the sugar, for goodness sake at…