Category: Dream


Option Two


Crying due to the strength of a push
It was a gust of cruel wind!
I was an assaulted infant and so I cried
Human comfort came quickly and so I cried
Years made my bones and skin stretch
Push, strikes and fierce gravity
Take it and give back … you are grown.
You’ve been hurt and know your role! Cry, cry
Spiteful laughter and heartless remarks GOD NO!
Human comfort died as I grew .. chose option #2
Will my flesh away via stubborn chants, prayers
Remembering Wind rides above all human frailties

 

Hard Way Home


Saw final light coming in a clear blue American sky
Stood ready to meet my Maker – gaze at God’s pure blue
Anxious to talk to Him – rid me of human pain
Not yet – eternal babies cry at my feet
Embracing them in pure innocent love – eyes closed
All was death white then infinitesimal incineration fell
Our bodies were no more, Father’s love gave us form
Through Light we eternally learn – all human possibilities
The eternal babies play and run – freedom serve as arms, feet
Glance at God shedding a tear He spoke softly
Turn away from earthly ruins below – it is not you
Sleep without worry – you found your way home

Writer’s Obligation


Pencil to paper … why did it snap
Pen to paper … mistake, error .. can’t erase
Angry, salty moisture on my face
Just type, you lost writer … what is it again
Your eulogy, says a sleeping me to a weakling
Wake up, wake up alive, feeling heartbeats..mine
Shout out loud … I am good at wanting more!
Selfish, generous, hungry for wild sparks
Too late, settle down and breathe in your years
So wrong for wanting wild chaos in pouring rain
That was another hungry manic time and place
What am I doing here? Ah yes, in case she dies
Eulogy for bipolar face – when she’s off her meds
She’s amazing but I can write!

Abundantly Nothing


Let us forget our aged bodies
Shall we try another realm, angle or sphere?
Avert your adventurous eyes and lie, lie, lie
Summon a Rod Serling themed spiritual guide
Inhale intensified, mystical gyrations – on another’s skin
Phantom muscles contract, release, explode into void
Nothing and everything happened in a lovely corner
How kind is your motionless rapture, names are blissfully vacant


My greatest non-human love

Consistently there from day 1

Stained by sorrowful tears

Bearing the brunt of raging limbs

Witness to pleasant and avant-garde dreams

Partner when the downs are my skin

How ill I am – you know all too well

Prompt up upon you now – writer writes

It’s tragic when I leave my bed

Safely Within


Vile monster begins a journey
Craw through skin to crippled brain
Wrongfully exquisite carnal cells – scatter, scatter
Eviction so unlawful – work new angle
Blessed fornication upon no one’s bed
No heated skin, no pounding heart
No lover or lover’s passionate utterances
Nothing at all – in the physical realm
All glorious hedonistic endeavors – safely within

Strange Inhalation


Cemented, voiceless little speck awaits
Resenting white, shiny lovely prudence
Crooked grin says, reject righteous way
Coveting anxiously a forced scenario
On cue, obliging creature appears – with useful gift
Glares as soft as gravel on prison-bound road
Amused grasp takes a minor breath
No resistance, death or life
Simply mischievous prisoners remain
Naturally breathing through porous skin and mouths


Lived a thousand years ago
Then opted for today
Robustly feeble due to society
So divorce society, says absurd spider
Why is a spider in my segregated space?
No divorce – astral feet took astral steps
Forward all who seek opinion
The elegantly lost – lead into ordinary void
All swindled by the soul-sick – recover within
And judgment for myself – silent chuckles
Today I move to a low-rent universe

Fortunately Wronged


A plethora of laughable apologies
Though no wrong was ever done
Glaring eyes birthed from rubenesque form
Add the pouty mouth – speaking only truth
Honestly seeking decadent sustenance
Forgive and mockingly repeat – still undulating lifeform is coveted
Ambassador of yes will maim all detestable nos
Riders of the fence will utter fat and slutty whore
From there comes an ostentatious shriek filled with gluttony – reaffirming good things
Freedom is not for all – some prefer personal dungeon

Earthly Fantasy


Meager mound wishes to be more – poor dear
Proud imposing pinnacle of something – blessed with up
It may be awful or bothersome to world
No matter, says the bump on the ground
Curse every foot that disregards its humble existence
A bit of growth to alien sky – how is this?
Once forgetful soil now beloved leafy green