She’s been in my dreams
since I was fifteen
when the fire of ecstasy first licked me
and set the world alight.
She's a shape-shifter, sometimes
blonde, sometimes dark,
but always softly naked when she comes.
She often whispers secrets
in the molten nights.
But clumsily, when morning breaks,
I struggle to remember. Accordingly,
I search the far off mist and mountains
and subterranean rivers
every tumultuous day.
So it won’t surprise you now to know
that you’ll find me mostly
under the volcano.
This is the place of endless fire,
where the dreamers and the demons
dance with their desire.
Mike T Minehan
I cannot sleep until you're home. The second that you slip under the sheets beside me I will allow sleep to take me, almost brutally. Having you beside me is enough, there need be no communication.
No-one is closer to me than you and yet, I lead a secret inner life that I just can't explain to you. I have no idea how you would respond if I were to communicate these truths. Some of these thoughts make little sense, even to me. It is enough just to have you by my side. No-one can, or should, know everything about another. You know, without knowing.
But you will be home soon. I lie here, so far from sleep, yet exhausted, and trace the contours of your face in my mind, over and over again. Your face is like granite, you are bearlike, fierce; safety, protection and sleep. You will be home, and I will lose myself in dreams that I cannot fall into while you are absent. In those dreams, there are things I cannot face alone in this bed.
You will be home, to free me from exhaustion, you will come home.
there's something about the way we are
that makes me want to explore further more
just to see where the future will take us
whether our love is truly precious
as well as sealed tight, important
if it's been worth the stress
the sleepless nights
the endless days
of day dreaming
and everlasting lust
whether my lips
really want to touch
every part of your body
and whether or not
you're perfect for me
if our love fits right
i am sure its's been worth the fight
just to be in that bliss mode every night
to think of, want, need that feeling of lust
and everlasting, soothing, intense love
never felt so alive in my entire life
i think this might just be it
i've found my soulmate
the one love
i want to keep
in my thoughts
in my dreams
until the end
you haunt me, your lips
are ghosts I see in my dreams
kiss me one more time
It's been a long time.
Fields of orange trees are torn
from their roots
to make room for
a thousand empty wooden boxes to be
planted in their place
There these empty boxes wait
for the warmth of a family
To be furnished
How it longs
To watch kids play
safely in its living room
To have the dog trample
neatly cared for lawn
To smell dads cooking
fill every square foot
To see moms face
when she finally returns
from a long day of work
To have love absorbed into its fibers
and stand out amongst the rest
To be decorated for the passing seasons
with other things besides
rust and snow
It dreams of these
It knows it could be more than
just a box
So there it sits
It's been a long time.
Every fiber of my body is on edge, seething with a burning urge to be alive.
More alive than this repetitive stasis that is Educational routine.
My blood thrums and sings with the desire and yearning for otherworldly adventures.
The uncontainable demanding within my soul that CRAVES more than a dull life set within the confines and standards of a society that has disbanded the thrill seeking pleasure that is and was the old world. Now we have to pay a small fortune in order to obtain a moment where we transcend grey and our colors blast and shoot through the spectrum in solar flare heartbeat pulses of excitement that dulls far too soon.
I want to taste sea salt and raindrops on my lips, grains of sand beneath my feet.
To feel every nerve in my body alight with the spark of something more.
To face the unknown, not in a city nor my home cowering for the remainder of my life.
But to claim my destiny with both hands, clutching my glaive firmly in battle stances while gazing unafraid into the eyes of my nemesis, my enemy. To duel it out on stormy seas, sails billowing, lifelines secured, braced upon the slick decks of pirate ships soaked with rain while torrents of wind lash at my body during a dangerous battle between lovers, demanding my downfall at the hands of nature but instead of falling to it I would prevail and arise. Where lightning cracks across the sky like a golden whip, where thunder roars in agony across the cosmos like Atlas holding up the weight of the sky.
Engaged in the throes of battle while the air is rich and pungent with the scent of steel and the satisfying clang of blades locked in combat. Sword against glaive, antagonist and protagonist.
To battle and seek, to pursue those who dare take whom and what I love. To become MORE. To transcend the fabric of dreams and turn all this into something tangible, to grasp it tight and shower the seeds of dreams into the soil of the real world, and to help it bloom into a reality I've wished for my whole life.
Instead of sitting around writing about how much more I long for. I don't want to be trapped in columns, in places at certain times.
To change the world, to alter my dull fate and the chance to make the stuff of my daydreams and night visions into more than just letters on a page. To whisper and weave the song of those worlds into the fabric of this twisted reality and watch as stardust mends the frayed edges.
Perhaps it is this fate, that my dreams never see the light of the midday sun
that there is not a strong enough conviction nor skilled weaver to bring about the change I long for.
We grow up in a world filled with fairy tales and books filled to the brim with stories to capture our imagination and you cant expect me to suddenly still be content and satisfied with the damnable grayness that is the black and white of our world that will never be filled with color.
And I will be doomed to write out worlds and cultures I can never touch and interact with, never will I be able to grasp the soil of the other worlds and exist within the places I make.
Never will we, of earth, trapped inside dull grey columns ever truly experience freedom.
Not even with our words for we cant even paint the sky a different color other than grey, and the ground beneath our feet will only ever be black. Despite the colors we think we see, they're not the colors we want. Just pale washed out shades of worlds we will never be a part of.
I want you to know that your my shinning star
You fill my heart with your magnificent light
You brighten my day and night with your dazzling light
You may not know it but you are my muse
You are my inspiration in many ways
Thoughts of you keep me going on difficult days
You brighten my days and night with dazzling light
I want you to know that whether you are near and far
You are my shinning star
You fill my heart with magnificent light
I want you to know that even though our time together is to brief
I always believe in you, and hold you dear in my heart
It is hard to part from you
You may not know it, or I might not show it but after we say Goodbye
I start to cry,then i remember, that i can not hold onto you forever
because you are a shinning star and are destined for greatness
Your my shinning star you fill my heart with magnificent light
I know that you encourage me to follow my dreams
I want you to know that a very big dream already came true
The day I first held you in my arms, and looked in your eyes and saw
that light there, and I am sure my eyes were glowing too,
I remember that day in December like it was yesterday
Always remember your a shinning star
I want you to know your my shinning star
you fill my heart with your magnificent light
you brighten my day and night with your dazzling light
I hope she reads it soon, I think she will be surprised, I hope she likes it!!
Apparently I am just as hopeless as my sister.
I have realized that through all that worrying about her,
having my parents constantly crying,
preoccupied with my sister’s problem,
I have fallen through the cracks.
I am supposed to be the good daughter,
the one who doesn’t mess up,
and the one who doesn’t disappoint.
I have constantly had that weighing in the back of my mind,
Every shot I take, every beer I drink, every puff, puff, pass,
I am heading, full speed to the same place my sister is now.
Every night I wish that I were back home,
back in second grade where you didn’t want to drink,
thought it was a strange and mysterious thing adults did.
I fear every night,
in the few minutes before the world is shut out and my dreams take over,
that I will have the same feelings as my sister,
the small thought that you don’t belong.
A thought that grows and grows when showered in alcohol and fertilized with weed.
my humble coat of truth
as smile of pouring skies
which moment dots the scape
curves upon a prize
for speaking tints of red
rainbows in disguise
flashing trod her dreams
kiss her sky goodbye
linger as fog of dead
which seems to keep alive
through strings of steely charms
memories of yesternight
i ache as boiling pain
as pleasure fill my eyes
seep in the tears of past
as moments tranquil fly
i risk the heights of sun
through rumblings of our lives
what breaks upon as rain
as poem it survives
Yet Creating the vesper of Imaginations is such Beauty,
lies in the dry foliage of life’s blighted,dull rooted plant,
Tired oft my longing desires,bounded,warmth and more
Is My soul quiet silence as past winds to me never more
To soothe the Body,nor the frame of its tangled fairness be
Nah! Nah! the muse’s never its spirit die,O’ muse
The adroit hero,the long traveler the widest of his destined degree..
Where strives he,and whom visits many roads to desired joy…his joy!
Yet,many as rejections, I am now, O’save me muse from
Wheresoever i seeks the nations pride,to accompany my quest and let
knowledge surging here yet suffering like meteors awhile,
This, this soft,my soul can’t bear,
But by my dreams so beautiful as I can,dreams worth,worth,
As I writ in water!
As his dream,her dream,ask’s doubt of a baby will born or nought——-
Unreached Dream then? aught of price?
Many time I spake,words ‘scaped ‘tho where ever I spoke Ah destiny!
And Now as by years keep control n’t the days,as life care n’t by myself,
To Create my beauty beyond one can compare nor comprehend,nor compromise…
And Dreamy will be ev’r be..And my muse!
When you come closer to me
And I just take a step inward! and kiss thee!!
Come forward be the western isle side,then east and west!
Then forward unbolt,my feelings,my tortures and hide n’t to time,
As none dare stop moving it any,yet come dare my muse..
From that hopeful sanctuary u shall clad,
And when my eyes are fill to guess
Thence You come closer me....