a dreamer's dream

my head at night, late at night

not the same as in the day

not the same in any way

somewhat eerie but not a fright

consistently contemptible

but occasionally a delight

it seems that I

have lost my head

it last was seen

out in the bed

among the flowers

unusually red

though in between

there was some green

essentially important

it is to find

I seem to be

a bit behind

additionally

I am blind

oh - some caffein

in my head unseen

I cannot divine

where my finest might've gone

it was in the garden

comfortable at dawn

sniffing incessantly

and digging the lawn

this whimsical scene

reminds of a fabled halloween

after all of my effort

I thought it be wise

to give it a try

to open mine eyes

and in more than a moment

I was made to realize

that in my day, in between

I must have dwindled in to a dream

so it wasn't at all

my head gone adrift

twas my mind with no time

that flew away swift

to daydream indeed

is a glorious gift

and a dream pristine

is any dreamer's dream.

flying fish, flightless birds

laughter is like few other experiences

my memory experiences decay

decay is so full of life, in a way

life is like a dream

dreams are like decay.

when things go wrong

things have been better before

are decaying dreams better

than decaying life?

life is not what we made it for.

birds singing in the middle of the night

fits like birds without feet or birds without flight

flying does not fit in the ocean

one reason why flying fish does not make sense

reason is like mind motion.

the mind is like laughter

because laughter requires memory

and memory is just another isle

an isle in the store of my life

life is like dreams with more time and less style.

Frank and She

She was sick, or so said She

She wanted inside the door, you see

Frank was inside, or so I suppose

for She banged on the door, and bellowed her prose

I was inside, as She wanted to be

but in the next flat, at quarter to three

of this melodrama I watched every second

like watching television, from a small hole I reckon

so simple it was what She did roar

so sick was She as I did say, and this affair she could not afford

next She did mention She might lose her job

yet from Frank on the other side I heard not a sob

twas late in the night and in bed all were bound

nonetheless this lady termed She was not shy with her sound

this hassle lasted for hours or so it did seem

and I am absolutely positive it was not a dream

yet for every inch of my attention I cannot make this story valid

for I left my station and wrote this ballad

therefore with apologies I know not a fact of the finish of this story of She

but I do know for certainty a fool would She be if reached in her pocket and found her - her key

to be free

to be free

....is to not be

and to not be

....we cannot perceive

too many lords

....in life have we

the freest we could be

- if you could believe -

to be enslaved willingly

to have as master

....only one

and by freest possiblilty

....to be treated as his son

to believe with all ability

....then freest freedom we have won

a murderer

a murderer

changing his mind

is like heavy sunshine

in the fresh

still cool

springtime

death to me

death to me

......and time goes on

a symphony

......with time's great yawn

wooden floors

......and plastic ceilings

none will last

......without His healing

death to me

......like in the letters

life to me

......infinitely better

the geese at dawn to stay

all the geese are gone

today

the mall is open

anyway

the music is playing

in the field

the sun is glowing

weird

everything is set

like a date

but the geese are gone

and I can't wait

shorter still

a love that I-

cannot have

our heads cannot agree-

on abstract things

of mind and heart

and heaven's divinity

still

a love that I-

cannot have

our heads cannot agree-

on abstract things

of mind and heart

and heaven's divinity

things to be seen

and felt or smelt

are easy as a dream

but there's no guarantee

or point to plea

on the holy trinity

above or below

the passings

of the soul

to and fro

like kin without blood

still I love and still I go

words

........slave........time

mercy......beast.........fire

........brand........sun

free..........spark.........push

........words........king

kids..........roses.........guns

Red

a fire eternal in days of old

the skies are for gods and heroes bold

illume our sudden days - ease our sheer ways

flourish our grounds - nourish our bowls

I've seen men cry and crumple dry and die

wars of freedom gained but a sigh

monsters alive not the shadows but high

they're in disguise their words the sky

this ancient light has lost - bloodlessly dead

true only in our electric heads

not meant to fall this far this falling star

lit up till death - his radiance still red

beasts

hunger, satisfaction - different beasts

....belly and head - can't agree

who is in control - who can win?

....(who truly - wants to begin?)

from birth we've been overpowered

....till death we'll be outnumbered

this death may be welcome

....to those who fight

this death is most feared

....to who haven't fought