The Dreamt | In Two Poems.

The Dreamt

The dreamt wait to escape.

A life is but a dream, it can come true.
Dreaming yourself into who you want to.
Inside your mind she attempts to break free.
Manifest her by action, become me.

One thing on her mind,
some day she will find,
what she's hoping for:
a cracked open door.

Ran from the crack,
Not turning back,
Life on the edge
Love on the ledge.

A kiss in the rain.
Aye, She's gone insane.

Paranoia, and mistakes I head west.
Crying guilt, I thought it was for the best.
In lucidity, none knew where I'd gone.
I am out there now, searching for what's longed.

We said no goodbye.
She asked me not why?
She hid her true thoughts.
Now my dreams are sought.

Some things to see.
All I can be.
At last living
by her giving

She's now locked to scream
life is now the dream.

Revenge of the Turkey

Revenge of the Turkey

Turkey, stuffing, gravy and potatoes,
I still hate Aunt Hope's green bean casserole.
Gobble, gobble, gobble dinner once said;
Where did mom go? Oh she's drunk in the bed.

Turkey now ready, Uncle Fritz is late.
My cousin flirts with my gay brother's date.
We all bow our head as father says grace.
The children fail to maintain a straight face.

My pregnant sister takes a bite of dinner,
Then, Reverend Rob yells Gwen is a sinner.
Sis jumps up to finger, and flings her pie,
The dog jumps for, landing on the gay guy.

Grandma steps on the cat, chased by the dog.
The rug catches fire from a fireplace log.
The babies are screaming in their high chairs;
The kids are pulling out, each others hairs.

Right about then our karma breaks out singing,
Revenge of the turkey is Thanksgiving.

The Garden against Mowers

Eden's strength lies in man's ignorance.

The Garden against Mowers

IGNORANT mower, who worries too much,
thinks his creation is just such,
the greatest garden to ever be planned,
but it is the mower that’s manned.

Every book wishes to be the first book made,
every word hoping to be prayed;
Songs, and paintings in their self-confidence,
Forget their evolved existence.

All are trying to get back to Eden,
Yet they cannot be more sweeten,
Than mother nature’s whispering winds moan;
“Hiraeth” she says calling us home.

Home, where the light doth in space and time crack
BANG, a splat upon canvas black,
Earth a flower in the garden of space.
season will come to till our place.

If my fair visage bringeth happiness
Than you have found life’s purposes;
Our sun who giveth life, oh creator who
Rays of light praising what we do.

For when we can no longer see our sun.
And gardens become forgotten;
When paths of black, and castles take our place;
Worry then if all’s left is a vase.

Worry not friend, weeds of greed will never be,
cause that would be stupidity;
I’d wilt fore flowering that distinction.
For we’d deserve our extinction.

Sonnet in time

This time, love will find a way.

Sonnet in time 

Once upon a time, my love I did find.
In 1973, I kissed thee.
There a bottle washed ashore as a sign.
To live life with no regrets being me.

Seven years, I could barely recognize.
God’s cancer growing in me deep inside.
The prayers were merely a poor disguise.
My body decayed, as death took my side.

So I made an accord with death in rhyme
In a bottle, in a poem, my last kiss
To travel to my Eden’s day, in time
My heaven you had made, I tell you this:

The waves of time my fragile vessel breaks
Our love in words, at sea, death cannot take.

Becoming Charlotte

You can truly only cheat on yourself.

Becoming Charlotte. 

(Based on Shakespeare Sonnet 138, from A Passionate Pilgrim.)

My dawn gives way to our day’s mirrored kiss.
A tear, I pause, (she realizes) our  truth.
Faith  to lies lost, yet her I will not miss.
The monster inside, my mind’s dark sweet-tooth.

Once free to roam , on campus I shall find
I seek the classroom, not a church of lies.
Homework now due, love and hope intertwined.
Charlotte’s self-doubt, in her is a surprise.

Through her eyes, wide open, I learn of the world.
Through her world, created, I love to Rome.
Our brain, and heart a brave tornado swirled,
scream out knowing, I can never go home.

By night, one with her, I die willingly.
As better Charlotte replaces me.