A New Dawn

To this day I salute:

A new word is forged,
as I lite my lighter
with strength forgotten
the ideas come collide

Dreams ride along the River of
Resurrect, soon shall minds
be torn

The hearts of wonder
rise asunder
as I talk words of blunder,

To this night I arrive:

As a new sandman
rises, amidst the picture
it survives

A length of idea
is prolonged, as a story so
foretold. 

The Simple Things

My old friends, they made me smile

It was a gradual rise as the day whiled.

She brought some news, a shocker

of change, whether it was a boon or 

a bane I didn't ask her.

Another had a new talent,

one which I wished I hadn't

not pursued.

Hiding in the Head

My head hurts and I begin to write.

When Time Was Zero

The crispness of the fatal
arrival of my
natal thought of people's
daily betrayal
stung hard and soft
on my brain's tissue skin
fresh and lean.

Dream Scene :1

She came near me, her eyes hovering over mine, sensing my eyes on her. I could feel the environment becoming a dream, black and white dissolving into colors and colors becoming her. I could feel my own deep breath, only to realize it was her who was breathing deeply. I knew for sure my heart was pumping blood, but into her, frantically and rapidly. And then, I found myself floating away from the thought of freedom, I was freed from the necessity of being free.

Is a dream unreal because it is a lie or is a dream real because it is the absolute truth?

There is no such thing as the absolute truth, a dream is nothing less than life. A dream is simply a dream.  

West

I walked up to her. I was trembling when she raised her hand
But she had raised for someone beside her
I wondered if I would wither

As I started talking, my eyes only followed her
craving crater in the skin
I couldn't understand
as it shook me from heart to bones

Then she took out a
paper and a pen
and pointing to the lines
said in the most innocence
I had yet seen

"I like them with lines".
And then it was over.

Moment of Myoclonus

At the end of the day,
he tries to push sleep, into the deep
places of nothing, giving way
to his numbness surcease

A myoclonus visits
him just when sleep arrives
a snap, a harsh tap
to his bright brain
tightening his nerves with malign