This is my dream
A caricaturized truth woven
In spiders’ web and
Pulverized veins, warm
And squirting, molded
With the flesh of the living, watered
In blood, kneaded
With reality, a dream
In the illusion of Life, sticky
Do you constitute as real, or are you
A figment of my imagination? Worse yet,
Am I a figment of yours?
I do not know and I doubt that I will ever find out
Does it matter anyway?
This is my delusion, this is what I chose,
Trapped in a hallway of mirrors,
Ensnared in hapless eternity, because
There hadn’t been a choice, there had never been.
I dictate your terms or you dictate mine
And it is my decision to accept or reject
Because it is my dream, or I
A figment of yours.
But as all dreams go, we cannot control the circumstances
The instances are inconsistencies that revel in deeper calamities
But I can choose to wake up too early and let the dream end
Dissipate, disassemble, disintegrate to crumbly little nothings
Before its time is due.
For I am but a single drop
In an immense filthy ocean
Of pollution, corruption, unscrupulous exploitation
I dream of emancipation
From this insipid, vapid satire in which
We eat, drink, fuck and fall away
My phantom, my muse
You tease me, you test me dearly
With random smiles, a careless kiss from time to time
So tender on my lips, a painful brush, but
I quite like the pain.
My beautiful spirit, you
Have been away for far too long that
The springs have dried up and
The parched land yearns for a drop
Of your bountiful soul.
My sweetest spark, you
Give me words but never stories
Give me notes, but never full songs and
I’ve been waiting far too long.
My animus, afflatus you
Appear, disappear like
The April lightning, so sudden
So startlingly profound that you
Leave me gasping every time.
My impulse, my revelation, you
Dearest darling child who
Tugs at a heart string and runs away
And hides behind a dream, my
Ruthless, gentle child.
We shall have beds full of subtle odors
Couches as deep as tombs
And strange flowers upon shelves
Exerting their last warmth at will.
Our two hearts shall beam, two large torches
Reflect their double lights
These twin mirrors inside our minds
Glowing softly and then the embers
Will fade into darkness within the flame
Wailing as it goes.
On an evening made up of a mystic pink and blue
We shall exchange a single flash, a morsel
Of a fading rainbow,
And heave a deep sigh
Like a long sob charged
With intense farewells,
The softest kiss upon the brow
Butterfly wings no more, it shall lie heavy
Rooted firmly, we have become
Smelling of wet earth, hot coffee
Of fluttering pages and somnolent fantasies
In pale light filtered
Through pregnant clouds and
Green leaves burdened
With the juice of the sky.
When suddenly, you breeze in
Piercing through the cascade
And splatter upon my skin
Fragrant and serene
Like a forgotten kiss when
The pen would bleed words and paper
Would not be enough to mop up that wordy mess
That you so carelessly leave behind.
Yes it came, on an unsuspecting day
Uncharacteristically nimble on its great clawed feet.
Through its clenched teeth, hateful whispers
Its breath stank of wasted lives, its spit tasted of minds lost
It whispered, sent thousand spiders scuttling through the ears,
A mind whimpered
As spiders spun their crafty webs
And darkness weaved its shifty skeins
And hope got caught and struggled
Bled within the barbed wire, shed its wings and died.
Like the pearls of my mother’s necklace that I once broke and cried
Cried and cried till every pearl was collected
Cried and cried till the string was mended, with love.
Who is to collect my scattered thoughts
And piece them back together again today?
Perfection reeks, coils around
Serpentine fake smiles
Hiss. Hollow words
Drop. Emotionless eyes
Seek to lure. A mind
Perches on a leafless branch
Barren. And wonders
Where have all the flowers gone
Resonating through the ears,comforts
Provokes that first angry word
Directed at a sincere heart,a poisoned dart
First dazes,then paralyzes
Finally kills.Painful death
As one dart follows another
Another.Once one escapes,the others
Easily slip through.Murder!
A mind gathers moss on a barren dying branch
Withers,shrinks,becomes a mere twig
Serpentine fake smiles shine
Emotionless eyes,they glitter
Lie glistening,glittering jewels on the sand
These tears do count,yet these maids of the sea
Have stone cold hearts,they could not feel.
What happens to the tears we cry?
The we who feel,the we who hurt
Do they gleam? Do they glisten in the sun?
Does anyone see? Do they even count?
The countless,numberless tears of the heart?
To become a mermaid! How wonderful a thing!
To drown at sea,grow cold at heart,
Feel no pain,yet cry tears that glisten like stars
Brave the seven seas,comb one’s hair
Sing serenades to passers by.
Become a mermaid! What a glorious a thing!
To make one’s tears worth is definitely something.