Dreaming a Daydream
I sleep the sleep of white gentle clouds, pale blue sky, and eagles soaring across broad mountain peaks. I see myself standing atop the highest mountain, looking out onto a world yet untouched by human hands or their madness to tear down and recreate a mass of malls, homes and minons of people flocking about.
I sleep the sleep where fawns graze, a brook of silvery water flows, and trees rise to the heavens as if keeping the sky from falling, Birds flit from tree to tree, whistling, almost singing a gentle song.
I sleep the sleep where she comes to me, arms open wide, smiling, her eyes bright, alive and ernest and she dances before me without a care in the world other than pure happiness.
I sleep this sleep of perfection never found, and I never want to wake.
(Look closely at the picture. Twin gleaming eyes stare back in curiosity. Photo taken 2006, Colorado Springs at the Garden of the Gods.)
Madness is not having any lines
to cross or draw between
no walls holding you in
safe away from the edge
Madness is the voice that comes
late at night, whispering seductively
how worthless you are
how wretched, how pitiful
Madness is two halves put together again
miraculously leaving a hole
a gaping bottomless chasm
always further to fall
Madness is expecting perfection
amidst mountains of failure
turning one's back to the stars
to scrounge in the dirt
Madness is a sweet poison
whose loathesome drops addict
until at last they overpower
the unsuspecting host
Madness is struggling against self
against nature, despite the odds
because of ideals like fate or duty
or gilt morals with tarnished backs
Madness is hating who you are
and yet loving another
for by giving love, one makes
one's self worthy to receive
Madness is humanity
and humans are mad
for we struggle on day by day
ever towards, sometimes from,
convinced today will be different
certain in our ego and self-importance
forgetting that others struggle too
that at the foundation we are all the same
that lines are drawn for us or by us
voices heard or spoken or sung
falling the start to climbing a new path
digging the way to find our roots
acknowledgement the route to conquer
toil the nature of life
love the nature of man
Un Bon Sentiment.
Boom, Boom, Boom.....
Am I about to faint?
What’s happening to me?
Oh, it’s because of~
Ah, he’s moving closer....
Oh, those dreamy eyes....
Huh? He just said something
But I wasn’t paying attention
My mind wandered off...
I couldn’t help but smile...
Well, I can’t help it—
Whew, he makes me lose it.
I must say it’s not bad..
It is a good feeling..
At first I don’t realize that it’s coming, it’s happening. All is fine, until it’s not. Then It broils up inside me, bubbles up. Starts at my feet and paints my cheeks, turning my face different hues of embarrassment. The fire escapes, burning people with scolding threats. Fists clammed shut and jaw clenched taught, letting the burning rage devoure the sanity that’s left. Nostrils flare, eyes narrow. There’s no use from denying anger when it’s unstoppable.
Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long, these bones are whitewashed, the smell of bleach clings to them.
Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long, and my skin is a stretch of paper thin onion peel.
Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long, my memories are like Christmas photos on a mantelpiece; they are the experiences of some other woman. She. Never me.
#poetry, #challenge, #eternity
The time is now
Time. The one thing everyone wants to speed up to get to where they want to be. Whether an hour in the future or a week or a month, And yet it's the one thing money cannot buy. When we run out, it's the only thing we wish we had. Would you honestly want to control it if you could? Knowing it all eventually ends, is what makes life so precious. Having control of this may make us use it carelessly, altering past events and ultimately changing our president lives. Would anyone really want that responsibilit?
light years away
I used to live a million lives
I used to step on soft clouds
I laughed with the sun
and cried with the rain,
that I spread wide
helped me fly over the night sky
I spoke with the moon
and embraced its glow
the Earth gave me shelter
but I wanted to flow
high above the stars
to see the twinkly lights,
I heard of the Milkyway
and wanted to fall in love with Venus
I landed on the smallest of planets
and called it home
because you were there
and so was my heart
For everyone who likes to dream and dance among the stars.
make it happen