A tiny slice
of silver moonbeam
peeking in the window

Here's a lesson
and I ain't messin
never touch
my Smith & Wesson

Lucid dreaming is the doorway
        to the unconscious.
So dream.
Do not stay closed
        behind cement barricades
        blocking the moon
        from shining.
Live.
Each second is for you.
The tumbling of life
         does not promise
            anything.
In one breath
you can have
        a time table
        handed to you.
A distinct framework
        of how much
        longer you shall be.
Stay in illusion.
Keep in mind
that very little
is worthy of
being screamed about.
Politics
        and
people games
        are not
         the substance
        of existing.
Picture colourful images
         that flutter
          playfully
            across the
           mental horizon.
A traffic light
      will
       blink
red, yellow, green.
A noise
        will dominate
         the shading sky.
These mean nothing.
Moments of distraction
        soon
         gone away.
Focus on fantasy.
Allow yourself
the freedom to
         celebrate
        the essence
        of harmony.
When you die,
       it will be
         your dreams
         that are
          remembered.
Breathe.
It's just
      a bad day,
      not a bad life.

I'm so tired
but you won't let me sleep
anxiety...

you are my constant companion
you've protected me
showed me the truth

you've lied to me
we've lost friends
and even Family for awhile
you always leave me wondering
about everything and everyone

I can't trust myself
I can't trust you
I can't trust them

The only thing I can do
is to accept things the way they are
trust in something bigger
turn it over

Try to be in the moment
and not back look at yesterday
It wouldn't do me any good anyway
Im trying not to look forward too much toward tomorrow
Try to hold it together
you're really racking my nerves
I wouldn't want to ever have a nervous break
                ......down
I wouldn't want you to get back together with depression
The two of you together are nothing but trouble

I hear there's a pill that can make you go away
but really there's no such thing as selectivity dulling emotions
And who's to say anyway
this isn't supposed to be a part of who I am?

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Soaking up the sweet, slow shine of summer
Basking in June's warm day glow
You remind me of innocence
Times long passed when I did not know the ache of loss
I find myself feeling guilty for loving you
Being happy
Even though I know the gone would wish it for us
I breathe you in my tie dyed lover
A vast array of rainbow hued passion
Spilt across my peaches and cream canvas
You go down easy like sweet wine berry wine
Late July before us twanging on mountain top strings
I'll be here while you sleep softly
Guarding a back that always has mine