dreams...
what do we
make of them
Is it life
open ended
terse verse
and no ill-recourse
Sanity Laughing out
sans reality
A bit of crime
My overactive mind
Make out to believe
the Lies that ties
unspoken shameful
regrets on a
Life well meant
Trying so hard
not to forget
Set sail open
the mainmast
chartered to
unknown waters
What will I find
there..
friendly natives
or leacherous thieves
out to get
What's left of my
childhood inhabitions
Life and what's it
to ya when
People are all out
trying to screw ya
Just a simple man
Doing what I can
The disaster spelled
Relief and my
gentleman ways
Were too much
of a bother
When pressed with fear
The motion of
the ocean
turns the tide
So easily and
The man inside me
Regresses into a
frozen childlike
doll of shattered
Reality..Pushed me
over and knocked
me down..sad thing
this Life or so
it is called
Time on the wall
Tears of a clown
My make-up
Stings my eyes
I swear vaseline
Is just sweat
Worked up to
pump my pistol
And make believe
I'm doing fine
Tomorrow's another day
Or so they say
Slavery of injustice
Pretended idiocy
Make the sunshine
again inside my heart
Reinstill..
take it all back
and try to chill
It is what you make it
Understand it all takes
a certain force of will
The brute force
Doesn't see my gentle
way or see..
That a cupcake
is different than
an apple
Most any other day..
