Curl up

With a movie

And friends

And settle in

Loving this time

With each other...

Finding characters

In dreams of mine

Protecting them

In every

Which way

That I can.

This is something

This day.

It's something.

It's something

Right now.

"I don't do
Pictures."

"I need to
Get out of this."

Cuddle in bed
For the rest
Of your life.

Be safe
Where you are

And know
We won't
Exploit you.

Rest now.

Stay here.

Be loved.

We protect
Each other,
Respect
Each other

We help
Each other
In unorthodox
And unexpected
Ways.

I cannot answer
About
Aspirations,
Dreams and hopes

The way
You wish
Because
We cope
Differently.

We dream
In the present
Day.

Our entire life is
Striving.
So, in that sense
Yes--

Arriving
Is
The dream.

I dream you
Bribing me
Silent.

I dream you
Gaslighting
Him.

I dream you
Faking
That

You're
Good
Parents.

Fooling
Everyone.

Everyone
But
Us.

Dream of Snow

I walked through
Snowy streets --
Saw costumed
Humans.

Moved under
Arctic arches.
Listened to
Choral somethings

Crooning.  Tuning.
As we were moving
Through this
Dreamscape

This future-memory
We held
Catching snowflakes
Marching

Singing
Eating candy
And enjoying...

Hopefully
We can be

Walking around
And singing
Together
Soon.

Anger bloomed
Inside
Before I even
Opened my eyes.

What use are
Diamonds
When I can't
Access food?

Without your
Judgment?
Without your
Abuse?

It's ludicrous --
The mask you
Use --

The one you once
Forced me to wear.
Acting grateful
Living there.

So immature
It's hard to measure.
I'll show you where
To shove
Your treasure.

"For My Girl..."

I imagine you
Dancing
To any music
Anywhere.
Your grace is
Etched in
My
Consciousness.
And somewhere
Beyond where
I can see
Or touch,
And beyond
Where you
Can see
Or touch,
That's where
He exists.
His image
Tattooed on
The back
Of your
Eyelids.
His words
Echoing
Deep in
Your heart.
When you least
Expect it,
That's when
He comes
To let you know
He is not
Gone,
But with you
Still...
For as you dance,
He remains
Close at hand,
Passing along
Messages from
Beyond here
And now.
New messages
To carry with you
In your heart
Until
You meet
Again.

Fire-And-Brimstone

Dreaming of risk,
Pain and torment
Hardest
To accept.
Hardest
To watch
Those close
To me
Sink
And suffer
In the mire
Of this destruction.
But
Just give it
A few more days
And I can move on
Leaving this fire -
This out-of-controlness -
This certain death
Behind me.
I can reach out
For another
Day again.

Conflicted

Though I am
And will remain
Grateful
For your presence
In my life,
And all you've
Done for me -
I want you to know
Something.
I don't dream of
The good times
Nearly as much as
I dream of
You hurting us.

Nightmare On My Street

What do I
Want to think
About these awful
Dreams I'm dreaming?
How do I
Stop them from
Invading every
Thing I'm seeing?
When will I
Say I've had
Enough of such a
Way of life,
And now I'm leaving?

Pizza

Last night, I dreamed
Of a pizza so lovely
I even cared not
That it was Tombstone
And ugly.
It was covered with cheese -
Not shaped like a ball -
I enjoyed a whole slice.
Yes, I ate it all.
So today, I woke up
With a real pizza-brain
And this noon, I found one
Not hidden away.
So I cooked my DiGiorno
With its cheese and its chicken
Its onions and peppers -
And that's when I dug in.
Yes, it was delicious,
Better than my dream.
Hope I don't pay later
For high pizza esteem.

Dreamt

And there was
A messenger
There
Among them.
A child with
Mercy bestowed
In her name,
And so that
Those qualities
Should never
Decay,
I'll keep
The idea
Of her both
Close at hand
And at heart.

Vacancy

So disconcerting
To be dreaming
Of someone I once
Shared so much with,
But whom I no longer
Like or respect.
So, get out of my head
And stay where I left you
Because I can't have you
Here anymore.

Hindsight

Maybe someday
I'll look back
And smile
I'll look back and not
Remember the pain.
Maybe someday
It won't haunt my
Dreams -
The way she was almost
Taken away.
Maybe someday
It will all be okay
If I can look back...

Come To Us

It came to me
In a dream -
The inspiration -
When I was uninspired.
Sometimes
When something
Is needed
It just comes to us.
We can't fight it.
We just have to write it,
And then hold our breath,
And do it all again.

Behind The Wall

Beginning
Means dreaming
Of losing.
Of hopeless
Sense lingering.
Of anxiety
Sky-rocketing.
Of my family
Putting
Itself
Together again.

Subconcious Mind

The dreams I dream
Are kind of strange:
Of decades past
And guitars played
And stars living
Commonly.
Where everyone else
Sees who they'd
Like to see,
And I'm left
Personless.

The Right Time For Dreaming

Sleep right through
The action
Awaken to
A wakeful gaze.
Don't miss out
On what life has -
Let it shock and
Amaze you.