they are our dreams
some slanted
some straight
all stranger
than our everyday

we marvel
at the creations
of our inner eye

we cling to them
in moments of loneliness

they are ours
only

Again this

morning I

saw her,

Patty.


She sits

at the bus stop

wishing for

the big

yellow bus to

come,


or is it

the next one,

or the one

after that.


Life has hit

her hard,

open wounds

easy to read.


She doesn't belong

to anyone else

anymore.


Her broken heart

out of rhythm

kicked to

the side

of the road

and forgotten.


so she

just sits

under the

early morning

light.


once she

was somebody's

newborn baby,


once I imagine

she could

have been

a beauty,

but that was

along time

ago.


Before the

savage teeth

of crystal ****

took it's

first deep bite,

and then

each night

came to

feed upon

her again,

and again

and again.


now she

just wanders

around the city,

panhandling

here panhandling

there 25 bucks

to lie down in

the back of

your car.


it's Monday

9 am I witness

her in her

same familiar spot.


I pray to myself

"my God, I hope

she makes

it to ten."

She's walking into a forest
With a green nightgown

Looking for answers
under the small moon

Orion's belt
on top
of the roof

I got no time
for the trouble in my eyes

I'm looking behind
I can't change
there's no end
to this pain
it'll bloom in the winter
wash away with spring's fears

I stayed up all night
the morning sky looked like a dream

If dreams feel so real
why does my reality wake up to a daze

It's been a sentimental month
filled with sweat, tears, and fake smiles
Impulsive actions
sleeping early in the morning
Sixteen years have gone by
She's getting sentimental again
this month has been a raging storm
much like the one in Jupiter

Sixteen years have passed
She's sentimental

City walks
under the street lights
uneasy
quiet feelings

driving in the rain
waiting to get there

///////////the/////////////////////////////////////////////
///////sun//////////////////////////////////////////////////
////////////will//////////////////////////rise/////////////
///////in///////////delight///////////////////////////////

I know the world is inside a dark time
the moon lies silent
the sun isn't singing

There will come a time
soon
We'll have a moment of peace

The earth will take a deep breath

The moon will start dancing
and the sun will sing its lullaby

There was a time
when I asked questions

I received answers

Now such thing is a disaster

Keep my thoughts to myself
locked in a box

I'm a heavy cloud
waiting to rain down

darkness reigns
inside me

living in a butterfly dream

There's a constant storm in my ear

We all love in good nature

I live in silence

I must remind myself this is real
I'm living
these moments I live
living by the ocean

Flash through my eyes
It's like holding onto a leafs stem
in the middle of a hurricane

Don't want the city lights to reach an end

It's only the beginning
of a rainy night

Passing cars
The sea calls to my heart

A fire
A rain

Love from a place
almost stabbed me to death

I feel my blood push and pulling
within the waves

I must hold on

remind me this is reality

Moments like these pass too quickly

Visions
Orange hues burning like a fever

The night can hold so much pain
filled with chances,
bright lights