I am just the observer in a foriegn world,
the truth unbeknownst to me,
listening to the news on a satelitte radio of my own creating.

The Inner cities of my heart and soul,
thinking of what I used to and used to not be.

Dreamers, Believers, accidental happenings with the not so acquainted acquaintances.

Fiction is peril, non ficition perilous fiction peril,
sense becomes non sensical, words blurred, heard while reamaining unheard.

Dreamers, Believers, accidental happenings with the not so acquainted acquaintances.

Distasteful, disgraceful, shameful, painful,
to fully understand is to fully comprehend,
actions have results,
condone or condemn, all the while justice cons them,
substitue, excuses, sub conscience, contentious,
Erroneous roots to hidden truths.

Criminal in the subliminal, sublime, sunshine,
fetch boy, new stick old tricks.
Boat for sale, sail boat, same old, all same

Sanity, Vanity is in constant demand, man, michelen stars perahps lost in space

Depraved, beraved, inner cities atlas atlantis, at last this port royal has sunken ship

Saying God saves the Queen in a dream,
fiction is peril, non fiction perilous fiction peril,
never safe, sugar sweet has lost its taste,
estatic ectasy, youths remedy, careful melodies, what are you telling me

Perhaps the aliens, alienated in the same way have been made to fall in love with me

Perhaps the ramblings of a sorry soul, sold, to be heard over the intercom

What do I really know,
a foreigner,
Observing, never really knowing, because I created it all

~Another Dream Deferred

There are two sides, the misinterpretation and the misrepresentation
Of which we are both guilty.
Amused I am to be in life’s museum
A curator to the creator’s design
A muse to be amused

To be a silly goose is not what I choose
Rather to gather from this sort of proper gander
The way the other side pander as I ponder
This is what the portrait portrays

The calm before the storm
A serene siren singing the song of the drowned lover,
And it seems, I, the unlikely am just another.  
To my future lover if they can hear my voice,
Do not confuse my anxiety driven silence as mute by choice
Do not confuse my nervous stillness with profound elegance or poise

If our fates intermingle, I say let them be intertwined
The apple does not fall far from the tree,
nor the grape far from the vine
Let us not reminisce about what could have been,

But rather interlock lips, interweave grips never letting go
I just want you to know
I am here to loosen your rope
For to me, us, is enough
And together there could never be enough of us

~Another Dream Deferred