Dreams

To,

A new dawn, a new day, new world. It’s been a while but it has come along.

What? A NEW POEM! Oh, also the historic SCOTUS judgement about same sex marriages. Yes, good things are happening this week. Along with some bad things, but as of now, I shall celebrate the good. The bad has a longer graph to fill, let me gauge upon it later.

I dream of echoes on silent streets

With flashes of reds and greens

Blinking for me, for my eyes have stopped

Short, and my breath has blanked out;

My brain has not mapped what road I’m on

and I’m trapped in this place on my own.

Save me the trouble,

Route me out,

This rout is turning me about, around myself

A riot within,

The place seems distant from the dream,

The place which sells souls, boxes for houses

And souls who pay with dreams, for better nightmares.

I want no purchased omen

I want to live free,

Feel, something soothing smooth,

But my plight,

That I have been

Blighted by a fiery knife.

It’s burning me, this life.

I want to dream, of reams

Of paper boats that float

While dancing rivers sway to and forth,

And I with the courage to course this

Coarse course, turn to the bright side.

Riding the edge of this tide,

Watch the sun set at twilight.

Have You Lost Your Mind?

The Wanderer

I Wonder,

Why you wander, why are you lost, oh mind?

There’s travails to complete,

Work that’s unfinished and ours,

That takes up to many hours,

All of that we’ve left behind.

Just come back,

Over this instead,

you should ponder.

To ask you directly,

Have you ever wondered,

If hollow holograms called people

Appear real to others too?

That the real world

Is just a play,

Or game to be played,

Just not by you and me.

Those skies that move,

Are actually clouds that grove

To an invisible tune,

That the sun has composed;

As if the moon-stars are nothing

But burial flowers on the dead;

As Still clouds do mourn,

The night sky has decomposed.

Do you wonder,

If a flirty flower has the wistful wind,

A lover who whizzes past it,

Desperate to catch a petal,

Kiss it, to taste the nectar,

So vile, yet sweet?

Because the pollen today

May be carried away,

Simply for another flower to greet.

Ever imagined the what lengthy life lives live

Or what lies in grave graves

Beneath the wreath?

Have you found yourself,

Alone in the gym, at the break of dawn?

Or cooking lobster and prawns, outside in the lawn,

At a stranger’s barbecue?

Do you travel in a car or a bike?

Is it a vessel?

Made up of leaves and thistle?

Is that the place where you actually belong?

If that’s the case,

I want to come along,

Even though I know,

I’m heavy baggage,

And you pack light,

I’ll take the train, or a cheap flight.

I intend to wander, like you,

Not wonder like I do,

You’re my sole soul navigator,

I am the one who’s lost.

Queuing up in line are these thoughts,

My sordid brain’s ordered chaos.