as dreamers do

I woke from dreaming again
Blue light shimmering
the thick sweat on my frame.
Another face for another dream,
slideshows behind my eyes.

Which way do you sleep?
Does your bed share memories
with mine? The years of spent
snapshots I call my own
that move slowly page to page,
face to face.

 "I looked up and saw a face
 I had never met, but knew
 very well. One from the catalogue
 in my mind. I stand frozen silent
 for seconds, minutes,
 waiting for a blink to move time.
 No longer a home movie remnant,
 she stands a foot away,
 smiling no less.
 I silently wonder what she knows,
 and who sold her the information."

Some say they all have meaning
Dreams
I can't buy the line
My mind won't let me
If they're all real
I've already lost
A million times the fool
Please press start to begin

 "My eyes dart around searching
 for something else to hold onto
 before I fall. She clicks by me
 on six inch heels , working her line,
 doing her time. She's just looking
 for John Doe, my search contains
 an angel in disguise."

Life never promised to be fair
So another dream dies
The face can fade
Maybe shine
Still locked in my mind

 

[dead]lights

The fan is humming an industrial number
to go with the wind creaked wood frame
of the shell. Closing your eyes and seeing
nothing but the deadlights calling you home,
belly full of pills and all.
Smile for the camera as the '78 Buick
clicks through the puddle
just outside your mind. Still blind?
Slit wrist memories to dream about
dancing with the demons
for another shot of anything
to taint your pretty eyes with lace.
Still, the fan is humming,
now in motion with the beat
of a heart overloaded,
sounding like a Roman Coliseum
when the lions took the stage.
Too loud, shutters flap open
to a snapsnot of silence,
just another daydream
nightmare to stop you [me]
from following the deadlights home.

 

faith

I scream into deaf ears
Kiss lips that do not taste
Gaze into blind eyes
Touch a face that cannot feel
Frowning, stirring in my sleep
Walking past cautiously
Observing the unmoving form
Ivory skin, pouting lips
Angelic features, radiant hue
I drop to my knees
Grinding them into the concrete
The tears flow like October rain
Drowning my face, my shirt
Seawater streams sting my mouth
Uninvited and unwanted
Not real, just a dream
Or is the situation reversed
I sob for hours, maybe days
Searching for the truth
On blooded knees, praying wholly
Not a word, nor a gesture
The figure lays before me unmoving
I kill myself for a god unknown

 

 

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