I had a dream

A man
with canyons
on his face

Smiling
ear-to-ear

Angrily
told me
of how he
can change the world
with an idea

Enticed
I stare
to the way
this man
leads his words
so precise

Gesturing his face
to the unknown poetry
he so easily
speaks in place

And with no space

He breathes

Watering
the canyons
on his face
he fills our space
with an embrace
only a father
can face

Plates by plates
we fill the sky
with birds
that don't fly

Consciously
causing chaos

Wreaking rage
on roads
and cages

Railing our rims
over resting nests
placed on bets

What will we do
when water
and sky
waver to fly

Floating

Goodbye
Goodbye

Eating our earth
we ear not
the embers
that thirst

So eat

But know

The chaos
we cause
will cry
Goodbye

I read a book
The heading said
Life
I had a look
Blank pages
7.5 billion stages
All faces
their own places
So spacious

Hyped up on caffeine
I clean the green
Of the jealousy
On my walls
Not of them
But of me

You see
I wish to be

Not me

But something I breathe
Keeps me to see
What others might see
When I am not

Me

So I breathe
I scrape
And I scrabble
I get rid
Of all this rabble

I ring all my rage
Bring it to the range
I shoot in the direction
Of my reflection
Telling me so infectious

You are pretentious

I am me
As you can see
These walls
Are clean

Who is this man

I show myself a picture
of the man
who could never be
who I need to be
and who I need to be
is not who I am to be

It's me

I show a picture
of the mouth of a gun
that shot the idea
that I could never be
this idea
without the idea
of my own ideas

But guns don't shoot
I do

It's strange
how the word
lost its meaning once it was said too many times
much like that idea

I have no quarrels
with myself
so why
do I wish
to **** myself
with these...

I don't
I have no quarrels
so these ideas
are only that
ideas