last night you trespassed my dreams once again
it wasn’t your typical lovesick reverie of an infatuated young girl
of stargazing or romantic beach strolls
hand-holding or eskimo kisses
it was honest and simple and unconventional
and to anyone else it would’ve seemed far from memorable
for people tend to escape from reality at dusk
but that ordinary reality was okay with me in a dream
because it was an ordinary reality with you
and thats what made it special

but then, upon realising that, i woke up more despondent that i had fallen asleep.

I am from a thousand daydreams.
I see fairy dust lingering in the sunlight,
dancing around me, opening a world
of two massive castles against a lunar sky.

The battle bell rings,
And the fight for power begins.
Two different armies,
using magic and strength, to gain control.

I am from the leader of kings,
and i am the warrior princess,
with the power to win,
and the heart to rule.

The fire fury in the warriors' eyes
sends chills down each spine,
The last battle cry and the final slice,
ends the war, in my favor.

I am from the triumphed bevy
of gleaming armor and the perspiration of power.
My people cheer to the angels above,
as the sun rises, washing away, the ****** sky.

I'm not the answer
I'll always be the question
I'm not the reason
I'll always be the act
I'm not love
I'll always be heartbreak

As you take shelter
In a world of fantasy
Admire the rhyme
And the alchemy
But if you must know
Like the spoken word
It is empty
You cannot see what you heard
An uninhabitable furnace
Of blistering truth
And beauty
Neither to comfort or soothe
A cross of pain
The nails are hammered
Into each painting
As reflection is fractured
A dream
Or deep meaning
Is not a home
Or place for living
It exists
At the dreamer’s behest
For experience
And if you choose to be blessed
Then take a picture
From the nail
But as it is removed
It reappears to avail
Another seeker
Of love
Of common ground
To be free of
Isolated pain
In order to know
That like them
I sleep in the rain
Yet it is no way to live
Each day my mind returns to me
But when we meet again
You will know what I set free

I am not a poet,
Never intended to be one.
I am not a singer,
Nor can I sing swell.
I am not an actor,
As I cannot fake about anything.
I am not a painter,
As colors are all same precious to me.
I am not a dancer,
As I understand no rhythm.
I am not a performer,
As stage is not my world.
I do not really know what I am,
But I am definitely not something I don’t intend to be.
I am rather a person who fail at everything,
Yet passionately stand at feet,
Yearn to learn.
I am an ARTESS…
I rather master the art or die trying..
I am an ARTESS…
And all art is my Imagination within the living dream, I dream.
I am an ARTESS..
And I never intend to stop creating a masterpiece for the peace of my world.
I am nothing at all,
But I am everything.
I am a Dreamer,
My dreams that I imagine  are my art.
I thrive to make them true..

My compass pointing towards my dreams
is broken
my polished brass imaginator
is lost
My gyroscopes spin lazily
now useless
My log contains but disconnected letters
the few remaining sentences
contradict
its stacked and leatherbound brothers
I chained my silver dream kaleidoscope
away
above my head
it's diamond sapphires and amethyst pearls
are out of reach
I said I would sail this way
and I have
forgotten
how to turn this dirigible
*around

Why do I see better when I dream ?
Why do these eyes blur when I'm not asleep ?
It's as if these dreams are where I'm meant to be.