At night my arms become yours
Not so much in a physical way
More in a viral way
You force me to push my pillow over my head
Like a helmet
Preparing for battle
You know my dreams could **** me
We battle on threw miles of dream
Years go by
Life times are spent
Loving and hating
Whispering and screaming
Planing our escape
Then I awaken
Pull my helmet off
And realize that you are somewhere els
Dreaming too
It is a saddening thought
But a sobering one as well
As I regain full control of my arms
I think to myself
Did people sleep on there sides before pillows?

Writers
Block
And
Heartache
Seem
To
Go
Hand
In
Hand

I don't remember
Things
Faces
Names
Numbers
Dates
Transcendental journeys
I do remember
Lies
Truths
Rhythms
Dreams
Meals
Body's
Unintended sarcastic remarks

Do you ever tire of the endless days of stress less path ways that only lead to in·cred·u·lous stays at a perfect place
Your body is cold and brittle with beauty
A seemingly confident struggle to blossom
Faded gold is still gold
Jaded only by dust
Weighted down by lust
Created in sound that must
Parade around and rust
Your future seems bright
But don't be too sure
A lesser present is not yet out of sight

If you spend more time listening
And less time talking
You'll spend less time running
And more time walking
Looking in the mirror is bad for your health
Look to the world for true beauty and wealth