it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
Tag: Dream
homeless boy
with all these roaming thoughts
running wild in a field of pollen
towards a wishing well
singing simple as…
the well joined in at the chorus
and it’s simple ass that
a magic wand
i want
and that’s okay.
to behave
to learn
to wash
they teach, never to want.
i remember
a girl running in the park
only paper taped to a stick,
but her smile, something like;
a poor man winning the lottery
a musicians first time on stage
winning an academy award, while remembering your time jumping from couch to couch, eating scraps and wearing your sister’s husbands four year old shirt with a hole in the right shoulder – wearing your graduation suit, your parents last gift to you, two sizes too big, to every audition, to every job interview, to every date.
her smile, like nothing in this world, could make her happier- i want
that
rebirth ave
husky puppy in a lawnchair
shutter shades and a starter canon
mushroom cloud in the distance
driveway into a ghost town
ice tea empty; the last human brings a refill.
who are you
power to the nightmare
calling Julie;
she came with a Cape
caught in a turbine
and gone
calling Julie;
just a name i read in a book
someone across the globe
reading a book
with the name Tyler.
twelve seconds
solid yet transparent
single father
of a blister memory
thorn the size of a skyscrapper
over twelve seconds large
feuding over many coins
or a six month contract
for a home overlooking a fence
and some kids walking home
from soccer practice
flipping coins
n sipping pop
already gone-
chances of a revival;
last night you came into my dream
last night you were a dream,
to bring a few words
chances of a revival:
the second coming
your rebirth is here.
awaken
looked out the window
the peep hole
nothing
your song
this dream-
the one that calls me in the morning
eats with me at lunch
and crawls into my sheets every night-
i remember our first dance
to Maroon 5 in a gym
now we slow dance to Elton John
i miss my wife
but this life
swipes my throat like a pup’s belly.
treasure;
Senior Skip Day
just me and these goggles
can’t imagine missin’ these days
pjs an waffles
won’t put down the bottle
won’t get outta bed till noon
lets not leave this room
chill on this bed
an stay awhile
cuz damn this breakfast is good
kick back an pull up my hood
kick back an
dream
shot in the dark
sharing everything i have ever wanted,
not a long list,
on a posted note
hidden in my favorite book.
i remember those cold eyes,
the ones that couldn’t understand
the ones that could never understand,
it’s why they are hidden-
it’s a shot in the dark
but it is mine
carved this hole in the world for me
you can come
just know
i might never come out
Saint's Muse 