Tonight he sleeps beside me Eyes closed Breath even Low murmurs Shaking He’s aware of his surrounding Even when his eyes are closed He sense ill-intention Startled awake By a strangers’ desire He rushes back to life Knife in hand Ready His lonely heart keeps beating Trapped in a cage of fear To keep this…
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Where Do Dead Dreams Go?
Dead dreams still haunt my past self I tend to speak ill of them As if they could hear me Where do dreams go when they die? Do they dissolve back into ideas Wishful thinking left unchecked Or do they disappear Run away with the wind and make merry in the night We know what…
Fields of Lost Dreams
Wandering through fields of Lost dreams I seemed to have forgotten myself Forgotten the taste of a dream What does it feel like to hope? To wish upon the wings of uncertainty Balancing between the two worlds apart If I were to rise once more To conquer and claim my own Would stand by me…
A Sip of Wine
She sits With a wine bottle in her hand And drinks down the fear of tomorrow Her sigh Is heard From the shores of the sand She dreams On far less adventurous things Of a home And a family Of loved ones who are too far away She drinks her sorrow away Waiting for a…
When the moon dreams
When the moon sleepsIt dreams of thingsThat has no meaningTo the modern manThere are wounds on its soulThat is older than the fragrance of timeThe moon dreamsOf the pastOf things long goneAnd memories best left aloneIt is a lonely momentWhere the current ideasDo not take holdIt dreams of old friends and forgotten loversOf revolutions long…
Withered Dreams
Withered dreams lay at my feet In puddles of hopeless dreams When I step closer, they struggle away As if I were a disease I see them in the alleyways And across the street In empty shopping malls Where two paths meet And if I were to approach They’ll growl and hiss At my slightest…
A Father’s Dreams
A mother’s tears teach young girls to be sad Because Dad was never the man you thought he was He was never as sweet or as kind He lost his love while searching for a dream he could not remember Father never loved like her like he did a dream Maybe it was hope that…
Spice and Nice 