Category Archives: #dreams

AN OLD LADY THREW ME THE BIRD TODAY

A tongue like Excalibur melts into mythically steeled words
and ends up tearing hearts with all its magical properties.
Then the universe collapses into a final ending with nothing
left but the, “no thing.” It continues to breath and all words
move forward as zombied penguins with many semicolons standing
whimsically awaiting the next coherent thought.

And the deep dreamer asks, “So let me get this straight Jack”
to the Police Doctor on hand. “You want me to take my pencil
and right every wrong for those patients in the mechanical
ward of broken minds?” Just then a portal opens at the foot
of the deep dreamer’s mouth and the little blue clothed
munchkins drag him out of the ward and into a bread truck
and say, “You’re coming with us to settle a bet.”

The bread smells a wonderful Jesus-like body but there’s
no blood-wine to go with the screams.

:: 03-10-2018 ::


AND WHEN I DREAM

AND WHEN i dream
the world is more
alive than now
while i’m awake.

That i have dreamed
then i have lived
more than this
waking concept of ‘life.’

AND once i dreamed of
the source of all,
beyond my head
beyond my bed!

Soft, lit, travel-worn,
cognizant and bewildered
by all accounts: unborn
was & is my dreaming.

AND to dream is leaving
behind this world and
its flesh!
To return: weeping is.

Beware: to fall in love
with this other side
is to lose a part of one
the line erased by passion.

And those you love.

:: 12-28-2017 ::


In All Our Dreams

i am when was a good idea
that broken wheel
without a carriage or
passenger whose journey
by most unreal eyes
that can see all 4 seasons
in that glimpse
of forgotten reason;
that begging my sleeping brain
the permanently attentive
mind could never be yours /
so be it \ in all our dreams!

:: 09-08-2017 ::


THAT MUCH SLAUGHTERED FOR A SWEETNESS

so much darkness      so much light
when i cannot see      i remember
to never look directly into
that dark and sorry ending
(while the faithful are healing;
angels are mending (so many
as mountains)) and that much
slaughtered for a sweetness
we all call The Light.
:: 03-06-2017 ::


AN INCREDIBLE MOMENT IF EVER

DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within

to taste a Dream
sometimes bitter
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!

And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy

didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?

:: 07-18-2015 ::


OLD FAMILIAR WAYS

i cut myself today

upon the thought of
when it is darkest(and
i look up in fear

who sees the reaper,
in drag: it comes to
all of us disguised)

like old familiar ways
so thin like the moon
on waxing days

and the world beats
some say in your head
of course we’ve lived

with how we cling to
our minds  always
sharpest when comes fear

until i feel the familiar
sting that remembers everything
the purple flower’s largest

final air
is what we become my dearest
friend     internal eternal
plunging everywhere untold
times
of enormous lost dreams

:: 07-18-2015 ::


A POET WITH EMPTY WORDS

Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life:  I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun

::-::


OH FAIR TIS LIFE!

Oh fair tis life!
like the meant dream
which bows to hearts
my maiden comes
like a music which
cobbled stones sing
(the horse knows)
and like my own
expectation comes
but she with a carriage
and mine just love
upon the air!

:: 02-06-2015 ::


ON LY DR EAMS

River dreams slipping rocks
and i swore i had a place
across your shores too
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat
and no one i think loves
the weaker one but i know
heat and life are a part
of tiny movements

always know i sometimes
dream but the current
moves me \\ i think
a revelation can catch me
but the river flows
like
time, what
space too
across your shores
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat

and i’m only just me
so i can only sing
“the river of life
can take you down
if only you believe,
if only you believe,
in dreams…”

:: 11-20-2014 ::