As I lie here self drugged
between dream and reality
my mind opens up
to previously unseen possibility

where is this line between dream and real
to me they are the same
at least that's how I feel

Where does life end
and where's it begin
do we wander this life
in supposed dark sin

Does God have a plan
or are we just travelers
adrift on this plane
too many things I cannot explain

I'll continue to wander
no plan and no guide
all I can do
continue my stride

This in between land
in the ether does lie
questions and answers
someday we'll find

If I could cure what ails thee
there wouldn't be a pause
such a soul deserves it
and humanity will feel the loss
we may not think it now
but perhaps he'd have done great things
just another senseless passing
there will be one less soul who is laughing

but,maybe there will be the laughing on the other side
for this soul no longer has to endure  "survival"

Goodnight moon
I surely must retire

If I said I wasn't tired
I'd surely be a liar

As the coming dawn approaches
and with it the bright days sun

The coming moons promise
of dark enlightened fun

I find when I'm alone with my thoughts
questions arise
why do we only use roughly 10-14% of our brains potential

what if we could use more?

Say perhaps, most of it

what hidden secrets could we unlock?

could we hold entire conversations without saying a word?

I sit and ponder in my time alone,
are we part of a human collective conciousness that we have yet to rediscover
all our past, present and futures intertwined though at present we are too ignorant to the fact to accept it,

But...

what if we do and we move toward understanding how exactly the unconcious mind works ,
are dreams we have clues to something larger that we simply pass off as "silly dreams"merely because we cannot comprehend what we are being told?

Here we are in the 21st century and still we do not understand where our minds/concious being  goes when we are put under anesthesia,
we simply are not there!

I for one find this a topic of immense wonder

It has been proven that while under the influence of powerful mind altering drugs that certain portions of the brain seem to be "unlocked"
and register off the charts
Anyway just one of the things I like to ponder when I'm alone with my thoughts.

Poetry
       Is
          THERAPY
                   For
               The
         Soul!
          

  And not as expensive!