Whats with the obscenely lucid dreams im having?
Cutting slicing, bruising and stabbing
My thoughts are tragic. I am manic
Hair is standing to attention, you hear that static?
Cant take anymore, confusion im frantic
I need a sweet reprieve, a few moments, no antics
But there is no air for me to brokenly breathe
When i am Deceived by a seductive spot of relief,
It is my belief that death and an end is no cause for grief

The psychodynamic calamity.
The real power is in the fewer.
Review her
Secure her
With a stoic mask of memories ensure her place

It is a medicine a cure, a tonic of enlightenment
It brings balance to malevolence
A portal to the pure
Speaking of a frightened man it is an undertaking to be sure.

Without dropping comparison
You Will Never Reach The Shore
You were Born with a foot in the fade
You Seek out what was silenced
As we have so much energy to trade
You may find the knowledge needed
in the next meditation assignment.