Find a safe spot to hide and start a dream, being in a dark room is the safest bet, do it even if you have to dream while going to work, otherwise, enter the cinema and choose a boring movie (a comedy will suffice). Don't sit near the alley. Also, flatten the seats; sleep while sitting can be a disaster. If you have the stem of a tomato, smell it to dream in color. Be sure to start with the most irrational mental image possible!
Turn your body to the right so that the left side of the brain drains the blood to the right hemisphere. Before the real dream starts, be sure to say to you, "I want to change my soul".

We laugh like there's nothing
That's not hilarious.
We speak in unison when skipping down

Cobblestone streets, on our way to
Music or movies. Like magnets
Through two crowds, drawn

Until interconnecting. Astral athletes
Exchanging tops after a game; pointing,
Asking, learning, relaxing.

Learning, relaxing more, pacing. When
Love tries, everything becomes
Dancing.

She smiles as if she has her whole  
Entire being in the cookie jar.

I laugh from my spine, as the wheels
In her pretty, dark-humoured head

Visibly turn within some sweet, twisted
Process. She speaks with the wit of a

Secret agent; the vocabulary of sailors
And intent of someone like Skeletor.

Her mouth is an instrument from which
Poetry as the opposite of itself sounds;

From where come words that make me
Either thrilled to talk back, or blush. The

Less you care together, the happier you'll be.
She smiles like that. I'm loving this lesson.

To H.


I suppose there's no such
Thing as true love,
As they say,

So let's keep lying to each
Others' faces until we both
Believe it's

Something*. Who needs
Anything to be more,
After all?

Learning your do's and don'ts.
Your paces, your secrets,
Enjoying the journey

From no one to someone
As you break my ego's heart
With pints of gold, and silver

Bullets like: "You're not that
Great a kisser,
You know,"

And I shrug as if believing
You, emptying my pockets from
Gems and dropping them into

The water, where they're as safe
As anything precious is, when
Out of my reach.

Do you see the child you were? loved? Teased?
Do you see the adult you are? Responsible? Tired?
Do you see today's society? Disintergrating? Not caring?
Do you see the past, and miss what's gone?
Do you see the future? Is it bright, or bleak?
Do you history repeating itself?
Do you see the chasm between the rich and richer?
Do you see the poor?
Do you hear the politicians lies and promises?
Do you fear tomorrow?
Do you watch the world and think why? What's the point?
Do you self medicate? Drink, take drugs just to ease the pain?
Do you sleep peacefully? Fitfully? Not at all?
Do you fear the day that you realise you could be a part of Armageddon?
I DO.