In MY sleep,
not yours,
I travel places,
black,
with their blood
and dying.
You don't know,
you can't know,
and you'll never
join me.
They're as real
as the light
in the daytime,
to me,
at least,
and that's
all
that
counts
you know.
I go there
I see it,
painted on
the inside
of my eyes.
For the rest
of my
life,
in MY sleep,
I travel.

Dreamers dream a powerful thing

many feel few grasp
The strings of a dream
To thin for thier fein
The voices scream
Play safe
follow the path
conform for a "good" life
Two kids one wife
A square picket fence painted white

life passes
disappointment is left
A void
Hungry for adventure
Turned to starved
Then dead
Now a husk of a man
His life never led


Throw away a  guarantee
for a  mere shot at a dream
unhinged the shackles
and followed your path
not the one ****** on you
By societal rule
Feed your soul dont be a old fool

"There's a target on your back,"
said the man in striped white socks and flip flops.
He swung his arms freely and slapped his face
accidentally or intentionally--his illness wasn't mine to name.

The trees wrapped their arms around one another in a huddle.
"Quick she's coming near. The target is close."
One. Two. Three. Birds flew by and splashed my forehead.
I looked back and felt one of the trees wink and point ahead.

A man on a moped waited until my back was turn and I bent down.
Whistle. Whistle. Head turn back ninety degrees.
You'll get in an accident, I thought; I secretly wanted,
his helmet-less head splat flat on the concrete, skin burning,
melting, bubbling, pooling in a puddle.

The red doors whined against my insistent grasp.
When I found my white door, I air twisted the **** that was
pushed back to show the open space inside the coolness.
I didn't live that cold. I didn't know how.
He did. And he reached into my freezer and removed his tongue.
I sank onto the floor and felt ice hit me my cheeks and my eyes and ears.
The blankets couldn't warm me. My tears couldn't melt what formed.

He tossed my key on the mat, kicked back dust into my face;
looked me square in the eyes frozen wide open, mouth gaping for air.

"I put a target on your back. See ya."

Watching the sun goes down,
it reveals the pink and orange hue of the sun.

Different colors,
slowly showing the darkness.  

Desires of someone,
but actually with no one.

Sunset is romantic when you're with someone,
it would be luck if you have one.

Sunset is sad. Its like you're saying goodbye.

Farewell to the light,
hello to dark.

Here goes the drama part of your day,
especially to those who doesn't usually going to a party.

I will run the distance, to be in
your arms, to spend a moment
with you running no matter how far.

I sprint to get close to you, the
distance never matters. Its the
journey to be with you that matters,
it's never a beat too far.

I could run one step at a time each
a moment in your heart, always
stepping gently never to bruise
those feeling. Stepping on air to
keep that love there.

I could run backwards but still end
up with you its not the run, which way
it is done. Its the fact I'd run anyway, a
distance is never too far to be with you
in my arms.