An Obsession (1 of 3)

I have an obsession with the night 

It draws me in, like a feed 

Every night with transformation  

Oh, what mystery the nights holds 

From the earth to the heavens and beyond 

Darkness surrounds the blueness of  sky 

It leaves my defined ideation clouded in lost 

It says it all and says nothing at all  

Infecting my  mind to wonder madly 

Between  the safeness of dreams 

And nightmares haunt, that follows 

Surrealism conjures images and thoughts 

Insomnia would not excuse, as escape  

Invasion of thoughts that ponders wildly 

Orging with pleasure and of guilt and scare 

Drawn into hallucination with opened eyes wide 

Blearing borders of reality and dreams

Compelling with tacit, holding grounds at night 

I have an obsession with the night 
It wakes my primal being 
To tickle my senses 

Close to dreams

A step close to the ocean sea, fairy-tales lay 
Where I am to be made, held to crown  
The fisher of my dreams 


I have travelled far, to get to this shore 
I have walked through the forest 
Battled beast and many more  


I have escaped the trenches 
Dug by my foe, wishing my fall 
I have prayed for fresh water 


To quench my taste 
I have sweated, buckets  full 
And sucked my shirt, so I walk without  


Finally, I saw the shore line 
And blessed, there in sight, stood a boat waiting 
This would be my fortune change 


I am to be made the fisher of my dreams 
Little did I, think to look this late  
Why put quicksand my way, this late, this close  


Why, so close to fairy-tales 
But know this, foe of sand, before the tide I will sail 
Before the night falls, I will cast my net 

Chasing Dreams

Chasing dreams on sixth sense  
An awakening of the mind 
It rings bells, of realisation  


Eventually there comes a time 
When one has to step out, get your feet dirty 
And walk in the fields of dreams had 


Many have pictured notions of change 
To impact and leave a legacy in this world, behind 
Then they go back into the safety of preoccupation 


Procrastination sleeping away on day light 
With excuses of why not now 
And each day, the cock crows 


Rings bells of thoughts of awaking 
Frustration of the present development 
But fearful of taking the plunge 


The surroundings are quick to discourage 
Fall in line, every one else is, why you with difference 
Numb down the excitement of change, fall in line 


Before long, opportunity passes by 
While the stories become only of relevance to
What could have been done  


Eventually there comes a time of fulfillment  
And triers luck may shine bright 
On the one who took a step to stand alone 


But no such eventuality 
For the man who feared the rain 
And went back in, at the sound of thunder 


If I don't make it past the first post 
I gained value from having the experience 
In chasing dreams, tomorrow will tell


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What Is Next

Where are you, I ask 
With strings attached, string-fellow   
Wearing  down my existence  


What is next, I ask, what is next  
We placed our trust in the system  
We paid our tax to the system 


We signed to the school of thought you peddled
We followed with faith what you  preached 
We aspired to reach the pinnacle set 


We acquired what success ascribed to be 
What dreams, we were asked to dream 
We connected and invested into the system 


We mortgaged our freedom to the system 
We tied a knot to the system, confetti  
We were briefed on who, held t' moral high ground 


We then  watched the system fail to deliver 
We got to know what was fact from illusion 
We lost our jobs because of the system 


We felt the pain in our pockets 
We felt the hunger in our stomach    
We had no security for our children, lost our houses 


We woke to realise the fallacy fed to us  
Where halo the funds and joy was 
What we had, what we were sold


And we went to occupy wall street 
Some of the people some of the time  
We demand answers to the question 


Who was it that benefited 
If we are said to be, a part of the system 
Yet we suffer most from the system 

Pouring Libation

At the front line, where backs are   
Firmly stack against walls, that hot  
Transmitting the burning coals of larva 


From the bosom of dejected dissolution  
Deep beneath the heart's crust knocking 
With increased temperature, in temperament  


Of  the heat, in trepidation gushing up 
As time passes by, like street lights so fast 
Distancing, one from dreams with stretch  


With age count, adding burden of  guilt on lost hope
Like the gas filled cylinder left out cold 
Awaiting sparks, just a single spark, for its day 


To burn, combust, with might  in the light 
Showing its glory, showing its all
As given to proclaim as destiny to be 


Yet slowly, increasingly, widening  
This hatch, hole of opening enigma, 
Escapes hope, from an opening 


Sucks out, leaks and dilute with air 
The essence of once so defined 
Taking forms of deflated objects, wrinkled   


What do you do son, what do you do 
 To keep from drowning souls  
As once so care free, a spirit trapped in cages 


Today we will pour libations, it is needed 
Laugh and mock life and dreams had
Tomorrow we will saddle up, back chasing that dream