I have dreams
That don't exist
They bend
And break
And twist
My sanity
I have dreams
That whisper
Always on the edge
Underneath
Outside
Of my reality
I have dreams
Don't Deny me that
Don't listen
Don't believe
My honesty
I have dreams
Like any other man
Woman
Or child
Hidden from clarity
I have dreams
I can't tell you
Show you
Or explain
Jungian secrets
I have dreams
They shouldn't be
Can't be
Won't be
Mine.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Friday, March 31, 2017
The whisper of the blade
The delicacy of the poison
The last song of the rope
The twisted highway metal
A thousand ways
To let go of my responsibility
A thousand ways
To enter the night
A thousand unfulfilled dreams
A thousand thoughts
And each as desperate
As the last
Hold my hand
And please have some faith
As I find my way
Into the light
Look into my eyes
And please
See who I can be
Hold my hand
And hold me tight
Hold me tight
Deny
The disc of our world peels
Like the skin
Of a sunburned tourist
Deny
She slipped into the night
Taking with her
The only light I knew
Deny
I want to taste the future
What approaches
To whom does it belong
Deny
The dust, the sand
Crusted tears demand
She find the path again
Deny
Sweet delicate Nonesuch
Rising in his mind's eye
Breathless beauty of her smile
Deny
Cold, empty and alone
I stand
Amidst my fallen dreams
Deny
Who would call me home
And to who
Do I belong
Deny
The time of my life
The look of my future
The remains of my past
Deny
Deny
Denied
Denied