It is slowly piecing itself together across the pages. Editing is slow, yet the process is a joy. I can’t wait to put the final version into ink on paper.
Tag: DREAM
Wishes Don’t Fix A Thing
I will never get back that time, Those years I wish I had, To be present with them I missed them so, Now they are grown, They don’t know who I am, How much I love them, Is lost to explanations of why I wasn’t there, Present with them, Oh, how I wish I could…
Rag Doll
A short horror story in poem/lyric form. Woke up one day, Quit the job, Walked to the bar, Settled in for the day. Dreams hitting fast, Hardly moving forward, Intense emotions undeserved, Mirrors exploding from past. Feeling stich in hand, Exposed to grit’n’sand, Feeling stich in hand, Exposed to grit’n’sand. Exposed to society, Ripped apart…
Walking Memories of Despair
In the darkness my thoughts gathered, Tides pushed aside by gravitational forces, Moonlight pushing against them, Forces gathering inside, amused at the plight, Inside the torment slowly gathered stregnth, Assaulting the shores of sanity with greater might, Fighting back the fears, tortured thoughts which come with malice, Stabbing at the eyes of the seeing, While…
A Sailor’s Fate
(Work in progress) Dark rises, in the sky stars shine, In the eyes, lights blaze, Raising caskets from oceans, mermaids sing loud songs, Calling forth lost sailors, lost at sea, Long eons under ocean deep, barnacles grow and conceal, Ships crash against the water, mermaids swim and dive deeper, Rolling waves move the world, pushed…
Soft Little Sneeze
Soft little leave, Hundreds of feet running, Soft little droppletes, Brook water sprinkling, Bouncing off leaf, Drifting on Autumn breeze, Little noses that sneeze, Enjoying seasons changing, Building dreams, Resting under warm cottage eaves.
Morning Coffee: #3 Madre
Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago…
Classroom Dreamer
Dwindling return pushes out mixed emotions, Galactic pressure equalized to unbreathable limits, Supersized expectations lead to long drawn out minutes, Hypnotic melodies drawing out thoughtful gasps, Inexperienced hands learning the art of loves finer kisses, Unexpected reality flashes, Bam, wide awake, pondering the dream while teacher drones.
ETERNAL DREAMS
A dream that lasts forever is but a puff of wind along the lonely fields of wheat lost on the worlds grind stone It lasts forever, Forever is as a second never finding it’s tick passing by quick & sluggish Like love it retires, over sleeping heads which encourage the awake but in truth, this…
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