Summer Night Dream

Most mammals in the sea are from the dream world 
Most dreams are of sea blue in dream state 
Psychedelic  illusions and slow moving creatures 

Mountains and hills, valleys with under current
Trees and rivers swinging on the waves 
In my dream I saw blue men with posture 

They moved slow and with lucid grace 
They pondered with arms to their chin hold 
Lamenting of yesterday, they held an aura of mystic 

Most days at summer night with the moon blue 
All just seems like the dream world of the seas  
When everything familiar becomes so alien 

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 

Pick Me Up

Foreboding, pick me up before drowning 
I will prepare a feast 
For the devil's advocate 


Hunt deep in the dark forest 
To capture a beast to be bled , kosher 
Roast with Indian spices and be served 


Be served with beer jugs full to the brim  
I will host the storm that cometh 
And welcome him with expectation 


Lay a banquet in his honour  
Today we will dance with the spirits 
Of our ancient blood line  


And ghosts of haunt will be silence 
Fearful of the drum roll played 
In anticipation of the wild sparkles that impact 


I will not go lying down  
Not  like a possum playing dead  
My blood boils into acid  


Freshly squeezed 
Awaiting to quench the thirst 
Of  dark dragons, snatchers of dreams  


Tables are set, the feast is served, laid  
Know my blood boils, caution it's hot  
Before gauging on my endeavours   

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 

Carnival Prayers

I want to write a poem of words 
That start with a notion 
Inscribed on emotion


Pen my ink, with fantasy, day dream 
Set my imagination on wishful thinking
Buy a book, write a book, of dairy pages


Plan a plan of scope to see forth 
Build my self a prince's castle, 
On top of canyon mountain stands


Place a beautiful princess inside 
To be my queen, my all, my other half 
To fill the canyon's holes, left wide gapped


I want to write a poem of words
Set it out, in hope, in wish, like a prayer 
To have my dreams come true to light


While I stand on high, on joy 
Over wishful stands on canyons lands, 
Where dreams are made to fill this gap 

My pictures that hangs

Defining my phantom 

Pictures hold, 
Such beauty of utopia
Distance stands, as safe guard grounds protected


Devoured from reality, phantom 
Escapism is our treasured delight 
Fantasy in our spare time, indulged in-between gaps ..


Illusion are set, as our getaway passes  
Paradise reflects, wanting in context 
The rich, the poor, all of needs, put in context 


Paradigm of life 
Bubbles that burst, floods our reality
Dreams are set, in sleep mood 
To recoil day strive, for nourishment


When things fall apart  
Love unfold unloved, rage destroys     
Stars  and the Moon, falls off the sky, unleashed  


Day dream, and night dreams
Entangled in nightmare  
Craziness unending, like day of the night 


While painted oceans on canvas 
Floods carpets, 
In down pour, like a horror movie  


As balance of weight   
Tilts, wobbling on sides  
Juggling, all to set off balance in life 


This is my dream, my patch
My Phantom 
My escapism   


This is my indulgence  
Hustling, striving, seagull's with uplift 
To keep things in accordance 


Pictures that hangs, set
On equilibrium fastened
On my wall, to stay as placed 


No funny business around here  
Messing with  my comfort, my friend
Put away abstract and surrealism