For all the dreamers who always knew
their whispered dreams can come true
to keep creating from thin air
even when facing complete despair
you toil through long hard days, and nights
never really giving up the need, or fight
for all the joy, and good that's light

You're touching lives inside your whispered dreams
listening for each word like a conscious stream
you wake to write what you've dreamed at night
grasping each shape to form it right
these whispered dreams they keep happening
like a familiar song you must sing.

Do not

Be frightened of the 'life',
The path which leads through shadows reach -
The unfamiliar at our back,
With twining claws which grasp and reach.

To scatter back to our old home,
To settle in a mire of dreams,
And thoughts and laughs
Of memories past,
Avoidant of the unperceived.

Set forth anew, and claim the right
To live and love and
Clasp the light, to scan the morrow
With fresh eyes,
To stake a claim, to sow, to rise.

My world imbued with luscious curves,
Of light swept thighs, and hips that climb,
I wonder on, in daily dream, as thoughts
Of her, and her,
Are seen.

A man, a being, of (supposed) mind,
Sentient, yet always blind,
Titillation occupies,
A thousand thoughts, which
few are mine.

In stark contrast the sun it swings
Through timeless place, its light
It sings. Awe-inspired my soul does yearn
To slip the grip of her and her.

Never,
will I meet her
Never,
see her smile
Never,
hold her in my arms
for just a little while

Never,
will I kiss her
Never,
touch her skin
Never gaze into her eyes
and feel the love within

Never,
wil I hold her hand
Never,
smell her hair
Never,
whisper in her ear
how much I truly care

Never,
will it happen
Never,
it shall be
Forever,
I will just sit here,
this hollow shell of me

.

“The lunatic is on the grass”

Signs don’t really matter
Spelling corrects the mood
Dancing on the scattered blades
My word, he’s such a crazy dude

“The lunatic is on the grass”

Park place settings filter
In silverware and dreams
Sidewalks offer no relief
That’s when the pain excites the screams

“Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs”

Memories grow within the weeds
Flowers cast in sad defeat
Caretakers watch as footprints carve
Barking out orders, then repeat

“Got to keep the loonies on the path”

Herding shadows singular
Days to nights of gloom
Read the writing on the wall
This is the dark side of the moon