on my mother's head
and she cried
but it wasn't about the lamp.
Though the ironic illumination
it provided isn't lost on me.

She's a 57 year old little girl terrified  
of talking to her sister
about their mother's looming death.  
She cowers at the power of her thoughts;
years of being bullied in school and belittled by parents
echo around in her darkening gray matter canyons
convince her to fold like tin foil.

If her tears were about the lamp
they wouldn't sound so heavy
when they fell.

Serenity my impractical refrain
What oceans I have seen could not contain you
Still from long ago
You sleep with sediment in caves of night
Aiding my excuse not to come rescue

While only you could rescue me
And iron out my body crumpled
To let us sleep with tidy sheets
Relived of grime and filth that has compiled upon my years
Believing I can live with out
A single decent peace of mind
Oppression now has swam up stream
And lurks between resembled shadows
Of the memories adhering only to your name

Oh serenity my impractical refrain
Through fault, from which I’ve been delivered
A bitter place I’ve built around my self
Know that amends are only spoken towards your name
Depleted, torn and strewn I simmer
Swept a ‘withered, for oppression now lies within

Arise a faint acknowledge towards me
If ever you wish to return
And I will tend my bed so rightly
For our sound sleep, together, healing burns

Why cant love with humans be like love birds?
Love birds stay together.
There's no  breaking up.
There's no leaving.
If the love birds are separated they will die.
They cant live without each other.

Biting the hand that feeds
Creating a stomach that bleeds
Offset by the wants and needs
Until insanity by definition succeeds

The reluctant hero comes to join the fight
on this fright night of hidden light.

Whose upon these darkened hallways
of twisted realities and unwanted dreams,
he shall stand bright.

Real emotions swallowed by the dark ocean green
and as soon as it came, it is gone in the midst of yesteryear.

Nothing but a memory of a person
drowned in a lake of temptation.

Rapid breathing of a last gasp in the middle of a restless sigh.

Clinging to the hope that one more
will bring back the normality of one's selfless thought.

In his prison of fear, he rests with all he holds dear
waiting for you to remember him when the time draws near.

She dreamt me and I lived her.