Posts Tagged ‘ dreams ’

Lucy-Purrs In a New Dress

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Like a vamp
Outta hell,

She came out
From
Reality.

An angel
Who fell,

And
on the way
down
clipped both of her wings.

From
the obstacles
That,

Are
strategically
Placed
Around
In my dreams.

Soul
In awe,

I press against wild spirits
As I breathe.

Allowing
The
Imagery,

of hollowed out
twisted things.

To define
What iT is,

That we find
in front
Of we.

It’s not about
What you think,

It’s about
What you see.

To each their own
Definition,

And by that
The speed
That They read.

No body
wants
What they’re given,

Especially
When they’re
Given
Everything.

And that’s a
Problem,

When you’re the one
who’s too extra
With a
“league all your own”
Sort of
Understanding.

Forgetting
All that
Gets lost
In translation,

When articulating
A
Feeling.

I’ve had to create
Alternate universes,
And my own Mythologies.

Since standard
common senses,

Never seemed
As appealing.

I push
Away
With the truth,

Since most
scare easily
By life’s
ironic reelings.

instantaneous
Was our dance,

Continuous
Was the passion
Over hidden apologies.

So
I’m assuming
We both got
What was
Needed,

Me
With a burning image,

You?
I’m still
out and about
figuring.

For as smitten
As it seemed
Like you were,

I’m left
At the arc
Of assumptions
Casually Hanging.

An unhealthy dose
Of reality,

That I’m thankful for
Because
It’s
Inspiring.

Dream Catcher

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Catch me
if you can
The angel said,

I believe there’s nothing
that I can’t
So off, right away iSped.

I chased.
Caught up
She stopped.
We stared.

My heart
full of longing
Her glare
with no cares.

All the more
Do I want
So All the more
Does she run,

A vicious cycle
But there I hoe
Like a moon
For the sun.

My problem
is,
I just love
Too much…

I’m too extra,
And most can’t stand
TheRush …

shooting for a dollar

I shoot for a dollar

as I sit on a dream,

I extend my hand for change

but it appears as if I’m an unseen,

they know not what I’ve been through

I’ve seen plenty of things,

so I give my two cents

as I yell out loud with something obscene,

to passers-by who go out of their way

to not acknowledge me,

further encouraging my hatred for people

and continuous ranting,

If I speak I expect to be heard

but if you don’t want food for thought I can’t force you to eat,

give me a dollar for my sorrows

or cut to the chase and bring me something to drink…

I see More than a Twinkle

Fairy tales

nightmares,

all that she wants

its right there,

in her dreams

up in the air,

all she can do

is just stare,

wonder

unaware,

her energy

that slight scare,

that down here

is not up there,

figuring that in due time

it will all fare well,

but until then

farewell,

right now is far to far

& there’s contemplation on withering away or dare to care…

it takes much to look up

knowing that, I’m stuck down here,

that twinkling from my obstacles & moon light

provides just, enough glare,

that shines on my bruises

& strengths that most often tear,

oh how just a kiss

will cure the heaviest of moments I don’t want to share

In Your Dreams

Think things…

Believe them…

who can take it away?

when your playing pretend…

Doll,

I am

a mad man…

I just need

a little push

to get me off the deep end…

This is where

I can be my silliest,

but it has to be

in secret..

Not everyone

is privileged

to see

iT…

My feet in concrete

and I’m

sinkin’…

Saying things

in calculated contrary

to how you may be thinkin’…

so please,

push me away

!I NEED IT!

BadDream AlarmClock

I get lost

in my dreams

not knowing

where their going

or where

im suppose to be,

I just

go

down the whole

deeper &

deeper

into sleep,

almost

forgetting

where to go

back UP

to take a second

to just breathe,

but the ocean

of this realm

keeps me

in

the

in-between,

of what I

think

im thinking

&

getting confusion

in imagining,

is this

the real

is this fake

or

just the blur

of the seams,

because

nothing upon nothing

its like

anything

of what it seems,

I wake

UP

tossing/turning

on my sides then

falling

to my

knees,

snooze button

no

no

no

no no no

NO please,

This is

Thee Alarm Clock

of a very-very

bad

bad

dream