Dreams kill

They show us hope without the consequence

Take a truth and plant it on the moon
While a steady giant sleeps under the ocean

Grieving mothers sip on god’s rawest devotion
Elevate the waters in a search for higher ground

Eerie ribbons tie the scars a noose
The hanging memories choke the lies

The hanging melodies evoke the highs

Dreams are real

Dreams are real

I can see the sun at night, it has pretty motions
It gives to me, the vivid light, that burns my eyes
That burns the sky
That burns the ties

She travels the forest at night, it gives her release
She ventures deep, to lonely muse, that whispers her name
That grants her the rain
That eats her insane

I can sleep underwater, hidden senses come alive
I submerge too deep, the spirit being, that pulls me in
That hides within
That makes my skins

She jumps off highest cliffs, to find who she is
She never lands alone, the gravity god, that slows her pace
That holds her grace
That knows her face

I know her now
Together bound
I never thought I’d break their order

She knows me now
Together bound
She never thought this world would owe her

How many stars look down
and like me for who I am

With a heavenly perspective
there’s surely one that cares

I’ve found solidarity and sanctuary
in the galaxies of my mind

Always finding new dimensions
poking holes like windows on the floor

In the physical, life connects me
with amazing souls around

Life ventures never ending
and there are new ones in the next to come

Squares play games
in circles
Shaping the world
with different sin

Showers of sulfur
deepen respiration
Forgetting your place
supposedly to begin

Denial aids the wicked

Denial guards the truth

Denial comforts the weak-willed

Revive your world and deny your roots

Deep under Russian tundra
there’s a place only few have known
An eternal spring valley
rich in life, full of glow
Some have heard its whispers
through the spiteful bitter snow
Some have felt its spirit
lingering barely while they repose

There’s a heavenly aroma
melts your nose and clears your brain
Softest plants under the aurora
self-indulge in everlasting chain
Bubbles rise to the ceiling
when they burst bright lights they emit
A continuous reaction
eternally watching, you could sit

The most precious kept secret
is a fountain like no other
It is what keeps all alive
it is why there is a cover
There is one stands ten-seven
passive giant made of stone
Sculptured by a gracious god
given purity, it’s never lone

This place is yours to marvel
just remember the legend’s tale
Look back, no one’s to follow
your guide’s the golden fox tail
Go deep into the mountains
it’s always watching you
‘Til your soul is truly satisfied
it will hold the promise true

If earth is doomed to parish
god save at least this place
A haven for the purest
galactic souls enlace
This energy is virtue
our universe hasn’t seen
Let all restart from this place
a place so pure and clean

I’m walking down the street heading home, hurried. For the past ten minutes there’s been a cat following me. I’m usually not bothered by cats, but this one kept talking to me.

“Hey come on man, give me some fruit,” said the cat as it kept up with my speed.

“No talking cat you’re freaking me out.”

“At least let me have your shoes,” the cat said, panting.

“HAH! Why do you need shoes? They don’t FIT you,” I said panting because I was sprinting now. I turn the corner into a semi lit empty alley with brick patterns on both sides of the buildings. I barge into the first door to the right.

YES! It’s open.

I shut the door behind me. I hear the cat scratching away at the door outside.

“Stupid talking cat,” I smugly think to myself. I flip the switch to turn on the lights.

“Hello? I didn’t mean to barge in, but I was being chased by…um… a giant scary mugger. Hello? Guess no one’s here.” Around the room there are chairs and desks. The white walls are decorated by certifications of real estate agents.

“So, a real estate office. Wonder why they left the door unlocked.” Outside the cat is still pawing at the door. I ignore it and continue through another door to see if there’s another way out. This next room smells of oil paints and burnt wood. The lights are bright in this white empty room with a lonely painting easel on the left side and two chairs. As I walk in through the back door, the front door opens.

A short thin man walks in.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Sorry to barge in. I was being chased by someone and managed to lose them when I entered your building, I assume. Why was your door unlocked by the way?”

“Ah. Chased ,huh. Thrilling. I am a man that allows adventure to find me,” he smiled, wiping his hand on his tan painting robe.

“Yea, that and robbers.”

He chuckled as he sat in one of the chairs.

“Yea, um is it cool if I go out the front door?”

“Of course,” he said gleefully. “Who is it you’re running away from?”

I looked at him, then at the ceiling. “This guy, big guy, chased me trying to rob me,” I said nervously.

“You mean a small cat.” A voice from the front door emerged. It was the small black cat entering the room!

The man, startled, got up from his seat; his hands shaking with angst and excitement, his eyes bulging trying to process what he just witnessed. I slowly backed up, opening up the door behind me slightly. The man suddenly stopped shaking and sat back down to continue painting.

“Hello Eugene.” The man said.

“Hello Jimmy,” said the cat.

I stopped and exclaimed at the man. “You know this cat?”

“The cat? No. The man inside the cat? Yes. He’s an old buddy of mine who tried to connect with animals spiritually for years trying to get in one or something like that. I guess it finally worked, huh, Eugene”

“That is correct” The cat responded not losing sight of my fruit cup which I still held in my hand.

“Say Jimmy, you mind holding this guy down? I’ve been chasing him for some time” Eugene the cat growled approaching me.

Jimmy laughed and approached me as well.

“This is the big guy that tried to rob you?” he asked me. “Eugene’s a good friend of mine and I think he’s going to get what he wants.”

As they both approached me slowly I took a deep breath. I sighed in discontent and I flung the cup at Jimmy covering him in fruit delight and got out the back door shutting it tight behind me.

As I was walking through the exit I heard Jimmy’s voice muffled. “No Eugene. Stop it. AH YOU STUPID IDIOT. STOP! AHHH”

Jimmy was the fruit dish now. I whistled exiting the building’s back door and continued back towards the fruit vendor, not home. I needed my fruit cup. What can possibly happen, worse?

October has begun

The clouds erase the sun

The dead rise from the dirt

The trees will start to hurt

Their leaves will travel far

To dance with twinkling stars

But wind knocks at your door

The ghosts do plenty more

No use in screaming dear

They’ll grow the more you fear

Until November reigns

The monsters scare the sane

When I step outside I start to play,

The world is an open shell with remnant ghosts

I’ll live in a dream or sit in a chair,

I’ll ride the bus downtown and talk to fragile ghosts

I stole that body’s joy, when I took away its car,

I crashed it in a building; they pulled me, the helpful ghosts

I pulled the sun under my sleeve, with energy I jumped,

The universe took me away with gravitational ghosts