Day in day out I ask myself
The same question again and again
I have an answer but don't speak out

How am I feeling?
Why am I holding on?
Why do I want to listen but not talk?

People tell me I'm optimistic
How can I not be?
When I have to use every smile as a stepping stone

A stepping stone that I have to preserve
I need to be like that
To see another tomorrow

Miraculously
A door blows open
Not a single person stand behind it

I walk in and sit in a bathtub
I dream that this bathtub is floating in the Dead Sea

I bow my head with sleepy eye’s,
slowly downward goes my head.

Mind drifting,
shifting from reality into
a drowsy darkness.

A flooding moment of silence,
my mind is still about me,
yet I feel a difference in my reality,
it wakes me everytime.

I can never dream until the end,
for my mind is too aware
for it to keep me underneath
the dream state you all are allowed
to share, but without me.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I'm dreaming
I wake up
I'm a phantom
I feel it all
I'm lucid
I breath existence

I'm dreaming
I see white
I'm flowing
I grow skywards
I'm humbled
I begin to wake

I'm dreaming
I see the sun
I'm trying
I can't hold on
I'm failing
I sleep no more

The Sun is the Father, strictly ablaze.
The Moon is the Mother, serenely benevolent.
Mercury is the Child, innocently babbling.
Venus is the Sister, beautifully affectionate.
Mars is the Brother, stubbornly resilient.
Jupiter is an Elder Man, wizenedly kind.
Saturn is Elder Woman,  knitting wisdom.
Uranus wields the Hammer of Change.
Neptune plays the Harp of Dreams.
Pluto swings the Blade of Strife.

All Nodes have a written destiny...

"Hey! Wake up you ungrateful prospect."
- Im fully conscious, I wasnt in the back sleeping through lectures, I was lucid dreaming my way out of the classroom to actually gain some knowledge.

Stop gazing at my sight I ain't your son.
Throw up that sign like you praise the sun;
to catch the football and touchdown the feeling of making a dad proud of his son, "the hero", win.
Its like ****** but addiction is just in our brains, right?
So here on out the addiction stops.

See me as a human being, born to be the very same thing as you are.
Except I don't want to score in life, I don't sought after a prize to show off the immediate reaction of the mediocre platform we both stand on.
"The circle of life..."
More like the tall triangle we try to climb to reach the top for advice but the true path of life is slippery, just like the gaze in your eyes.

Lucid lady
come to me
tell me what I must do
to rescue my dreams
before they all
become nightmares.

Cryptic dreams awaken the mind
Telling more than I want to know
Hinting at emotions undefined
The glint of rough gems to be mined

Possible rapture threatens contentment
Disturbing the balance and the flow
Turbulence enters the calm of the present
Subconscious susurrations could prove prescient

The painstakingly built façade stays intact
But the lingering dream won’t go
No use denying its deep impact
As it cajoles me to think and act