Somewhere is your heart.
Memories of you
play like a symphony in my head,
as I dream away on a stream
flowing down my bed.
The river wasn’t turned enough,
to ferry me back to your heart,
so I float along, all alone.
The warmth of your glow gone cold to the touch and dark
Singing a hollow song,
beating my tired and broken drum.
Wondering why you’re not safe where we belong.
I don’t know where the water will carry me,
but I imagine somewhere, there’s another shore awaiting me.
Where I won’t be left to drift so aimlessly,
drowning in a flood I poured from misery.
For now I’ll keep hold of our shipwreck,
The sweet romance under her twinkling lights, I’ll never forget.
If I sail away to heaven under the moon and stars,
in another world, a pause in time,
adrift here in the seabed,
Surely I’ll make it somewhere,
‘cause, out there,
somewhere is your heart.
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Just Right
It’s like waking up to every breakfast food of your greatest delight. The aroma let’s you taste it before it even hits your eyes.
The texture of your eggs. Just right.
The burntness of your meat. Just right.
The fluff of your flapjacks. Just right.
Hand me the golden fork and knife.
It’s like walking out to a morning coastline, even though you know the closest beach is a million miles away in your mind.
The wind against your skin. Just right.
The smell of the salty seas. Just right.
The warmth of the sun’s glow. Just right.
Why can’t this life by the sea be mine?
It’s like walking down the most intriguing street. Meeting the strange and stranger, the friendly and familiar. Noticing the brilliance of surrounding architecture.
The colors around you. Just right.
The songs flowing from the jazz bar. Just right.
The way it feels like Neverland and home all at the same time. Just right.
Where has this side of town been all your life?
It’s the way you make me feel right at home, even when I’m across an ocean. It’s not waking by the sea, but to Love in my corner again. It’s the way you dance night and day, deep inside my head.
Your colorful, beautiful mind. Just right.
The richness of your beating heart. Just right.
The life you brought to revive mine. Just right.
And when my dreams choose not to come out in the light, there’s a dream to hold when I awake. And that makes life just right.
Danger… He’s such the daydreamer. Better asleep than awake, he’s been getting a bit out of control after his official Evil Sidekick certificate came in the mail and self-destructed before he could frame it.
sleeping with the T | V on
One night I fell asleep
but not in my usual bed
the most unusual dreams
came dancing in my head
there was smoke, darkened light
there were planes ripped from flight
there were towers collapsing left and right
and days that looked like night…
there were corpses at computers
there were witches at the mic
there were militias of ignorant terrorists
Flying monkeys taking flight
A Sorceress from Alaska
Wizard’s emblem was the Fox
Gossip became the truth
Unintelligent is so Pop
Individual thought was dead
Exchanged for the lady in red
VirtuReality became the norm
Minds were eerily uniform
The bodies were snatched
Pod people in the TV set
She blames the white
He blames the black
And what would unfold
When hatred’s on a roll
Would be the end of Freedom
As Bigotry takes his hold
Thanks to Oxy-Clean
An obnoxious Salesmen
Disrupted that scene
Rescuing me from the true TERROR
of my dream by the lit TV
The Dreamkiller
The Dreamkiller (Primo Haterus): Recent descendant of the Ape. Characterized by a lack of wit and a penchant for negativity. Known for stalking the dreams of its victims then brutally striking with a blunt object once it senses the prey is having or planning to have too much fun (especially any fun which excludes the Dreamkiller’s input or involvement).
The only way to escape the Dreamkiller’s attacks, or to significantly decrease the effects of its strike, is through ignoring it by continuing to dream, dream bigger, have fun or enjoy yourself in any way, shape, or form.
All are born blind Some will learn to see All men sleep But a few men dream…
-Prologue, The Double Life of Sergio Wonder
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