I see the fighters waging their wars
against unseen enemies,
against the very air they breathe,
against the bodies that pull them down.
I hear their battle cries.
I hear the swords clashing.
They are on a mission:
to bring you down,
to bring all of you down.
No one dares to stop them,
Not even the blood they bleed.
They're here and they want to make it known.
They have found voices inside the caves you closed them in,
They have found freedom in the clothes you put them in,
They have found truth in the mouths of another,
They have found strength with hands collided,
They have found love in eyes intertwined.
They have found each other.
So to all the world: beware!
Beware, be alive, be awake!
For true love is waking from its cave,
Dormant all these years,
it wakes, with hunger
unforeseen, with thirst
unmeasured.
It wakes.
It opens its eyes to the world
Its ready.
Its awake and ready.
Beware, beware those who have tried to pull it down!
beware!
Its the tree of life,
it lives well on,
after you’re gone.

I dreamt that you said you're sorry.
You felt bad for being so indecisive,
you decided to be serious.
You flew in from Babylon.
The second you saw me,
you held me tight.
They say you never experience emotions
you've never felt in reality
in a dream,
but I'm trying to figure out when in my life
I felt so much love.
I'm trying to remember someone in my life
that I never wanted to let go of that badly.
I feel as though your arms around me
protected me from everything that ever could have happened.
There was an overflow of emotions as you kissed me,
and I swear on it,
I've never been kissed like that to know
who would have done it in reality.
The rest was a montage of us being in love.
The rest was all I've ever wanted.
But just as every dream ends,
I woke up.
I woke up smiling,
but I woke up alone.
I woke up emptier
than I've been in weeks.
I woke up without you
lying next to me.

Where birds distant raise their wings
Sunshine meets to declare the morrow
They, calmly quaint within their homes,
See the beacon of dawn and rise

Good morning

The best part about waking up in the morning is those first few seconds when you're just getting out of your dream. You don't remember anything that happened before. All you think of is breathing and the sun shining through your window. For just a few brief moments everything else is put on mute and I forget about how much I miss you.

I've never been here before
Why is it so dark?
This place is unfamiliar,
So cold and unforgiving,
I can hear wide open spaces
And feel something close to me.

There's got to be a way out of here
But how much pain
How many deaths
Lay between here and where I want to be?

Scared stiff, don't move a muscle
Thank god I'm still alive,
Safest place to be
s'where I've been standing all along.

*******, just take my hand,
Lead me out of here.
I can see you when I close my eyes
Your halo burning bright,
I catch your ghost just for a moment
When I open them again.
Where'd you go, please take me there,
It's where I want to be.

Out of here
Away from here
It's where I want to be.

What's that sound? Something's moving,
Something dark and huge and heavy.
What's that light? Something's shining,
It must have been in hiding
Behind what's hunting me.

It's moving further, getting dimmer,
Fading faster back to black.
Can't see my feet but hear them running,
Cool air rushing by me.
Can't see my breath but feel my chest,
And the nest of coals inside it.

What's going on
I was safer where I stood,
Why am I chasing in the dark
After your fading golden halo?

Running blind- I shouldn't say that,
I chase the only thing I've ever seen.
Gaining slowly it comes closer,
I see now a little truer
A horizon burning brighter,
(I've) not laid these eyes on it before.

How did I go so gently into this cold starless night?
How do I not remember what the day had brought ashore?

Jumping hurdles I can't see
Landing gracefully on
Roots and rocks and rolling ankles,
Feeling so less safe than I am sorry.
Limping, bleeding, scarlet drops in darkness,
A trailing crimson tail behind me shows I must be getting closer.
Pits and claws and stakes and jaws
Crawling now and gaining still.

Lighter, brighter, shining down,
Your halo there above me.
I've made it, I have won,
Your honey bathes me well again.

But I am tired and I must sleep,
Here on the ground close at your feet.
Let me close my eyes and pray that if they open
This was more than just a dream.

While sleeping in my bed
Rhymes escape my head.
I maunder them around
Then write them down
And publish them instead.

That is, those worth keeping
That I write while sleeping
That often turn out to be
Happily approved by me.
A poetic parrot peeping.

An internal rhyming thing.
Almost an eternal ping
That runs through my brain
There to sometimes remain
And bubble back upon rising.

Sometimes it wakes me up
And I brew myself a quick cup
Because at that time
In search of a rhyme
That goes with boxer pup or buttercup.

I haven’t made a dime from this
My middle-of-the-night muse’s kiss.
I just gleefully scribble
And sometimes I giggle
No matter it’s a hit or a miss.

Far be it from me to complain.
For so many poems remain
That turn out terrific
That I’m labelled prolific.
Either that, or poetically insane.

the dreams are gorgeous
but i loathe the aftermath
of morning waking

What you see
The car lights through the mist
your silhouette in the lake
the scars on your wrist
sunsets in the day
sunrises at night
Beauty in the eye of the beholder

Just so you know
I am perfectly aware of how unfeeling
and unaware I am to the world.

I tend to ignore things.
Or at least means I don't know about them,
or at least pretend not to.

See,
when you pretend not to care
or see or hear anything,
you have to be in full character.

That means no thinking.
I've been doing that for years.
May be that's why I am so unaware of everything around me.

And the only thing I think
I'm going to squash out of existence
when I step out into the real world.

Which was why I was perfectly fine living with my mom for as long as possible.

That least that was until recently.

Recently

I've been thinking a lot.
I find myself day dreaming more
and not just staring off into space practicing to keep a blank mind
.Full on day dreams too.

Then I started wanting more.
I find myself questioning.
I find myself worrying.
I find myself wanting to understand as to why this was happening.