I dream
of the places I can't see,
of the places where i long to be.

I dream
of the worlds inside my head
that come alive
when I shut my eyes.

I dream
so that the stories play
like movies on my eyelids.

I dream
in time to the music
that pours life
back into my veins.

I dare to dream
that I can be better
than who I am now.

I dare to dream
that the world
could be better too.

I dare to dream
so that the pain goes away
so that I can no longer feel.

I dare to dream
that I am brave.

But if I dare to dream
of a world
where I am strong,

dare I believe
that I could be
as strong
as in my dreams?

I read a disturbing truth someone questioned on the internet,
“the world didn’t end in 2012, but since then have you truly felt alive?”
I don’t wish to presume, but I would be more than willing to bet
that you feel the same, that you’ve fully lost your drive.
Marking calendars like clockwork, each box an imposing X,
but you’ve lost your absolute and essential favourite red pen.
We live as NPC’s but I’d like to believe we’re far more complex,
though we make the same mistake over and over again.

No sun burnt out, no moon fell,
but I swear the galaxy has changed,
we’re dazed and living under a spell,
our lifestyle’s completely deranged.
There was deviation from the reservation
that fate held out for us.
Abandoned salvation for sedation
the golden pastures have turned to dust.
But there’s got to be a link between worlds.

I know there’s growth in destruction
instead I loathe interruption.
Can silence be considered a confrontation?
I know there’s redemption in healing,
but I take each hit without showing feeling.
Can violence be considered mediation?
Decipher every word’s meaning
while performing spring cleaning
we’re all the same; we just want a good purge.
Ignoring every clear right sign
but complain about the fuzzy line
the one that’s crossed when you can’t resist the urge.

No sun burnt out, no stars died,
but the dimensions sure are blurring.
Auto pilot’s on and gravity’s been defied,
and no one sees this all occurring.
There was deviation from the reservation,
that fate held out for us.
I trade motivation for inebriation,
the golden pastures have turned to rust.
But there’s got to be a link between worlds.

Time isn’t so strong when you can break the clock
you know it’s possible to push back the hands.
For fate is chosen but destiny you can mock
from the deep seas to the hottest sands.
The past is already written
the ink is already dry.
The fire’s already been lit and
the flames are reaching towards the sky.
I’ve explored every emotional cave
and I’ve trekked through every lonely field.
When you’re scared it’s the only time you can be brave,
so grab your sword and don’t forget your shield.

No sun burnt out, no seas ran dry,
but the world suddenly stopped turning.
the world’s a game and life’s a lie,
but we must keep internal fires burning.
There was deviation from the reservation
that fate held out for us,
I replace meditation with self deprecation
the golden pastures I no longer trust.
But there’s got to be a link between worlds.

Where the horizon ends
Is a world unhinged by the gravity of
A heart.
A world as mysterious as tomorrow
That seems to be so full of possibilities
That we couldn’t possibly count them all.
A world where no human could go because of the chains that it would
Break upon entering.
A world that we can reach for but never quite
Touch.
A world that marks a start for some and an
End for others.
A beautiful world that can be seen but never looked at.
That can be imagined but never guaranteed.
As deep as the sky and as mysterious as an ocean.
A world that beckons.
A world that saves.
And a world that destroys.
An intricate tapestry that has so very many strings
That all depend on each other.
A world that you can only notice on the line
Where the horizon ends.

to all the worlds inside of me I've tried to hide
for the sake of infatuation
boys like simplicity
so simple I will be
but who am I without my thoughts
who am I without metaphors for love
you want to trace the maps of my skin
without hearing of the places I've been
I refuse to soften myself
for your own indulgement

By Arcassin Burnham

If I could find you , I would dine you,
There's no chance that I will,
There's no doubt in my mind that the
good will prevail,
If I could find you , be incline to,
I wouldn't ever decline you,
Pick up every call you swindle my way,
Thats a virtue,
Hopefully I could make it reality,
Doing these sins regardless is penalty,
See the pressure in this life is killing me,
Got a bounty on myself , people out for me,
Over the years made plenty of enemies,
I'm dry to the fact their not as half as me,
Face it , I'm a human being,
Feel like an alien loop landing.

If I could find you , then I'll tell you I'm
glad to be here with you,
I know love is being stored in these clouds,
Like sticky residue,
Sure would be nice to dream of world where
people won't hate you.

THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness

Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
     all the chins
             teeth

  speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink's sunsetting murmur.

Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move;  half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.

   Last night.  Last night i felt.  
That one's life can be as real as one's imagination
   if you sinerely wish it.

:: 08-23-2018 ::