dream

Crave

Slow

Extreme tendency to fiend like drugs anything I dream Niagara Falls barrelling down a one track mind with surround sound I feel it , but I don't do it I crave it, but I don't taste it won't waste it, won't face it If you could even read my mind a burning comet searing through you might find me standing on the edge of sanity where it meets eros devine

The quiet makes the day slow I can see the flame of the candle; feel it's heat electric blue rising, changing bright yellow.Spicy chocolate cocoa warm cinnamon lightly carried through tranquility, but I can't hear it. Icy fluffs clinging to each other; being, appearing bigger than they are.  Drifting eastward and, some straight down until meeting the earth too warm to sustain their existence.  So they mutate from solid to liquid and, back into vapor.  continuing the cycle. Still I can't hear it.

Tears In My Sleep

Possession

Last night I cried in my sleep.  Hysterically I wept.  So much pain.  So deep was the sense of loss.  So real.  It was just a dream, but it was me who released.  Tears wet and burning streamed down my cheeks, soaking my pillow.  I don't know why I was so grievous.  Maybe it was a nightmare.  Maybe it was the internalized discomfort that is automatically forwarded to later or never will I express it.

I think perhaps you're but an emanation possessing me through mere reflection possessing me through verse of heart though I've wrapped three times and tied a knot so subtle and careful an unconscious incantation suredly the sentient I nurse must be imagination so patiently I must wait until then I continue to dream or awaken

Wait

Nothing but the pale blue atmosphere.                    wait and, it will come to you Nothing but the cool wet of the morning breeze.                    wait and, it will come to you Nothing but the sweet sticky aura of smoldering herbs.                    wait and, it will come to you Nothing but the sound of clicking and chirping.                    wait and, it will come to you Nothing but the peace, everything else I tune out.                    wait and, it will come to you It will come without the shame, the pain, hollow emptiness, disfiguring anxiety, hopelessness. It will come without the anger, self pity and nothingness.

Can't Trick the Sinner

The world is spinning like a hurricane; churning, burning, spinning. No one winning. The cat sits atop the roof over our heads; grinning, laughing hissing, crying " you can't trick the sinner ". Flesh is burning inside out with fire; your thirst not quenchable, insatiable with desire. I'm sitting at the counter of a truck stop diner. Ma'am, can I have a hot cup of coffee? We all out of coffee says the waitress.  As she turns around I see a cat standing up wearing a apron; grinning, laughing, crying " you can't trick the sinner ". How about a good and hot cup of reality and, a fresh bowl of faith, with a side of sense, and for desert a slice of humility. Wake up! Wake up! You been dreamin, she says as her hissin turns into screamin. Quit talkin with your mouth closed. Quit walkin with your eyes closed.

Like A Stone

And,.... I slept like a smooth stone buried.  No thing moved over me or under me.  Just the heavy darkness that covered me.  Pressing my smoothness into the earth. As the light moved away from me, I yearned for it's warmth until contraction occured.  Causing a fracture.  The darkness stealing into the night.  I was so nervous that I split open.  This time with no regrets.  There was nothing left behind to miss. You know, like when you arrive at your destination and, you feel like you forgot something.  Only you don't know quite what it is, knowing that as time passes you'll remember.  So, you drop the feeling of emptiness until the epiphany occurs.  That's the feeling I have now.  I know that I've lost something already, but I'm not exactly sure what it is.  Not sure when or how I lost it.  I just know that it's gone.  Not sure if I ever had it.  I must have.  Seems like the rapture is a familiar thing that I've tasted and, may have even devoured.  The thing is; would I actually know it if encountered again. What wouldn't I do for it?  Where wouldn't I go?  To what length will I hold my breath and suffocate. Doing things that tire me, so that I may lay buried like a smooth stone, covered by the earth.  Still and cooled. Waiting to be moved.  Waiting to be washed by the rain and, warmed by the sun.