At night I dreamt and I spoke the most beautiful poetry.
I even said to myself in my lucid dream; at the moment I realized what I was saying I need to remember; it was so rare and beautiful, profound even.
It's the same as the thoughts that are in my head when I am awake and conscious. Conscious like not in a dream world I could never fully explain or say or convey what is truly in my mind

Sometimes I can.
Sometimes I can't.
Sometimes I will myself not to.
Sometimes I can accomplish mighty things.
Conquer the conquest.
Alleviate the alleged adversity and
Lay to waste the synthetic, apparent, circumstantial cluster of torrential downpour.
When it rains it pours. And when I sleep the demons soar.
But my mind is more powerful, much more resilient.
My heart is infinitely harder than any that are  forceful before it.

I can, have, and will overcome any and all.
I exist, and not anything else can change my solstice.

I've been drinking

It's outlandish how I have to
                                   manage on this
mismanaged planet
                     and plan my life in this
**** land of sin I'm in

                                       Like choking on cinnamon
More like spoons full of sugar got
                                           Mary going down and popping medicine
So sick it makes you want to
                                     hold shut your nose hole with a clothes pin
Air out your ***** laundry
          Let the funk blow in the wind
                        then throw all your dreams away in a clothes bin.

                                                   Look at me
        I'm sitting here faintly inebriated with this picture I've painted
        
        Judging other people's vices..

Mouth full of iron.
                                               The tension; grinding.
Impeccable loneliness..
No.                                 The **** lack of communication.

Just say something. Let me know.
  I am very understanding.

Do not underestimate my politeness.
Do not undermine my humanity.

We are all here for a short time..
   Let's spend at least some of it together.

I'll let the waves sing to me
until they cease to sound.
An Ocean of experience
I could only learn from, yet
I am subsided.

A stranger on the same Earth.

Land and Sea;
seemingly different plantes, no,
but different dimensions in themselves.
The same biology. Separate existences.

Oceans;
they make up more of our (human) home
than our own (human) ground.

Lest we forget our brother and sister beings
we share this land with.
Are they just as ostracized
from the "stranger", Ocean?

Or
are we (humans) alone in that?

You are wonderful.
You are beautiful.
You are wise.
You are kind.
You share.

You dream.
You will never be regular;
because your existence is spectacular.

Considered an other, and left them
alone.
Understood
the struggle away from my own home.
Unexpected vanishing trick
they played.
Stay strong and carry on for a number of days.
Celebratory occasions
came and gone.
Still no sign of that soul
I was hanging on.
I had a gift for her. Thoughtful and true.
But left alone was I by the one
I did not pursue.
I did this thinking
it would be the best for her and I.
Maybe it was. 
Still I wonder
Is she here? Or in the sky..