Last night, I dreamt
And crept into a passage way in my mind
Where things aren't quite actual
Or neat and passive and linear
In a cold sweat I realised
Dreams are faint little things
That plow you over
By arranging your thoughts in a clownish manner
What once was a sound man
Is a  strange one at night
In a place only he will ever visit
In his bed and in his mind
What scared me the most
When my eyes were closed
Is not the insanity that slowly arose
Its the tiny remnants of reality that was interwoven in between
The wacky wonders that float around in me
Pieces of truth
The dreamer would argue
Trying to explain themselves the best way they knew how to
And drips out in dots of odd shades
That leaves you in foggy wonderment for hours and days
Whatever it was
Its between my bed sheets and me
When I woke up I found it there
Just lingering

Love the Lord with all your heart
Whether you love nothing else
Yet you'll love every rock your feet touches
Love the Lord with all your heart
Whether you find joy in nothing else
Yet joy will seep out of every open valve
Love the Lord with all you heart
And your heart will become love
And each blood cell that is born inside it
Will carry it's grain
Aggressively swarming through your veins
Until you become love
And it's all you are
And every step you take leaves it behind
Spreading it like pollination

We Live In A Dog Eat Dog World
The principal rule of life
As beaten in every door
Is to get your fill
Of the the great big pie
That the world offers
But pieces don't have names attached to them
And there are only a limited amount of slices
So when in line
Standing one behind
Disregard its structure and the numbers that form it
And find the front
Quicker than your eyes can see it
As to not go hungry
Such is the way a human lives amongst humans
We are only food
To fill each others stomachs
And I've seen every type of meal
I've seen everyone devoured
Strange enough though
I've never seen a dog eat another dog

Don't let your eyes fall on my legs as if hey are a canvas on which you can paint your imaginations
You are not an artist that can dictate my position in the painting you thought up when disregarding my humanity
I breath and move and affect the ground  underneath me
And even more amazingly, I think thoughts that shake the pages they touch
Don't hollow me out because I resemble the manicanes that stare through thick glass windows and mirror something that towers far above what they are there to resemble
I can't be dressed up and down as my eyes glaze over
I have the absolute and final opinion in the moving and shaking of my independently owned body
Only lifeless diamonds screams look at me
But a moving breathing woman doesn't need to be stared and holla'd at to understand what she is
Why should I be told what is expected of me or be given a manual to how tightly my possessions should be squeezed together?
I am the deciding force behind the direction my hips sway
And you should beg to even be considered by the mind that thought up these thoughts

Now that I've lost sleep
And the opacity of the world is decreasing rapidly
I'll slip into a state of luma-scale
And with graceless hurdles
Create a senseless hullabaloo
Behind the paper screens of reality
As just a silhouette
In mockery
In between Somber strokes
Inside the lips of joy
This is where poetry lives

Pacing up and down
Is a good way of carving a hole in the ground
Thinking out loud
Is a good way of putting yourself in it

I'm not deep
I'm just a still murky pond
That fooled a naked eye
Wanting to take a dive