Soaring beyond our own infinite dreams
Plotting universal conceptual themes
Forward nor backwards nor up and or down
Gravity, it’s holding us down to this ground

A stitch in time passes, through folded space
that can take us away, back to a place.
Where unseen strings are rings that appear,
will defy all logic for many a year

Riding a rift through spaces of time,
reflecting on future visions refined.
Seeking dimensional barriers to wake,
eleven it seem’s, the number to make

Eyes closed, imagining, dreaming
Eyes open, materializing realizations
Heart closed, empty and cold
Heart open, warm and full
Mind closed, stagnating and lost
Mind open, expanding the universe
Hands closed, denying uninviting
Hands open, accepting and giving
Arms closed, withdrawn, uneasy
Arms open, welcoming life and love

It’s raining and we’re laying face to face
In the clubhouse where our sweet, sweet love was made
A private universe created in this space
A light so bright it could not ever fade

When the summer turns to fall
I get these feelings, and recall
All the times love’s past me by
And I let it go with just a sigh…

A poet searches
thru the light to find.
Where inspiration lives.
Where the words
are the visions of dreams
that flow
thru his soul
and take him with.
To where it is his heart does live
and his spirit guides his sight.
Flowing from within
directing his pen,
in endless streams of delight.

A blind man searches
thru the night to see.
His dreams his only vision
And the only light
he’s ever seen,
knowing only intuition.
If he were to paint a picture
what a wonder it would be.
From his spirit it’d
have to flow,
and be, guided by his dreams.
Abstract visions of places
that pass in lighted streams.
Wondrous visions of beauty
he’s never had sight to’ve  seen.

When you try to go
to sleep at night and simply
cannot stop your brain

And your thoughts they can’t
be turned off and you just know
you’re going insane

When you lay your head
upon your pillow at night
and can’t find your dreams

And your world crumbles
on a daily-basis and
life’s not what it seems

When your thirst for life
has been so long forgotten
you no longer care

And wallowing in
pools of your own self pity
is your only fare

When you have known it
and can surely comprehend
a mans frustrations

Then you have found it
the misereality
congratulations

Pain is strong
But I am stronger
It's been too long
But I'll last longer