Dreams

Dreams

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.” – Langston Hughes Dreams The ebbs and the flows create an undertow in your soul, pulling you farther and further out. Your chest fills with thrills, your skin chills with pills. Soft slumber never interrupted, never corrupted by the assonance and resonance of antiquation. The ebbs and flows create a rhythm in your schism pulling you further and farther in. The blades of grass cry as the shiver in the morning sun. The morning sun makes you shiver as you rise from your...
Sometimes

Sometimes

“Aging gracefully is one thing, but trying to slow it down is another.” – Courteney Cox Sometimes Sometimes I look at my dog and she still looks like the puppy I got almost eight years ago. Sometimes I look at the mirror and I wonder what happened to the eight-year-old in the reflection. Sometimes I look at my daughter and she still looks like the baby that escaped the womb eight years ago. Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wander. Sometimes I want. Sometimes I wish. Becoming unstuck in time is a dream that all dreamers wish to dream while they are dreaming. Sometimes I sleep. I sleep harder than the sleepers in the stone pastures. And then I wonder. And then I wander. And then I look at the mirror to decide where I’m unstuck or if I’m stuck. My dreams are playing mean tricks on me. Sometimes I want to know if my dreams are the dreams of dreamers sleeping in the stone...
No Substance

No Substance

“Average working people need more fresh starts. Big corporations, banks, and Donald Trump need fewer.” – Robert Reich   No Substance The brain fires and seizes as the stimulation saturates every inhibition that is inconsequential. Discussions become debilitating – rendering you a child. Solutions guaranteed to separate. No substance where substance is needed. Robbing the hood instead of embracing Robin Hood. Fully intoxicated, under the influence, out of control to connect to your peers. Treat the elite more elite. Treat the poor poorer. Don’t care about Offending the Noetics and every other American. Lie to and Denigrate everyone That can Reasonably call themselves a person. Unfairly Mocking the Physically unable In a way that Shames one of the greatest Societies is Horrifically Insensitive To any human being. We see through the bloodshot eyes, the dripping nose, the unquenchable thirst. We see through...
The Shadow

The Shadow

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.” – Walt Whitman The Shadow The shadow raged over the city, creating dusk from dawn – night from day. The people fall to their knees, hands on top of their heads – chins on the ground. A chill came over their body as the dark air placed its frosty fingers on their cheeks. Cold Colder Coldest The shadow took its victims – one by one by one. The victims give in to the grip the shadow has over everything and everyone. The victims are left Cold Colder Coldest Frozen in time Frozen in life Frozen in...
Sun-Shower

Sun-Shower

“Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.” – Hosea Ballou Sun-Shower The sun smiled softly as it hugged the trees, wishing them a good night. The clouds blushed as their warm friend went to rest, preparing for the next day. They gathered together and cried and cried and cried, washing away their blush – highlighting their dark shadow. The thirsty grains of dirt raised their blades to catch each precious droplet that fell over the lids of the clouds’ eyes. Not ready to sleep for the night, the sun stared at the clouds’ tears and threw its hands in all directions, trying to play in the summer rain, one last time. The bright sun-shower invited its gay friend to come and play before the sun went to bed for the night. The sun-shower’s gay friend wore a bow and a dress of many colors. The gay friend’s face brightened and he fell to the ground in delight. The sun’s heart was filled with glee as it smiled with a sigh and a yawn. The sun finally rested – just in time to see the twinkle in the moon’s...
The Revolution of Revolutions

The Revolution of Revolutions

“Revolutions go not backward.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson The Revolution of Revolutions The small, meandering mind dreams in revolutions. The big, brilliant brain fears revolutions. The sun guides us all deciding for us what has already been decided. As it rises and falls we rise and we fall. A pattern that has been written by all revolutions, year after year, generation after generation. As we fly by the sun we fly through history. Each revolution faster than the last. History available at our fingertips is forgotten before it is remembered. A pattern that has been written by all revolutions, year after year, generation after generation. Our hope is that the small, meandering minds keep dreaming about revolutions while our fear of revolutions subsides and we rewrite the pattern – A pattern that has been written by all revolutions, year after year, generation after...
The Ocean

The Ocean

“Never underestimate the power of the ocean.” – Heidi Klum The Ocean Your salty, sweet lips kissed my neck – sending peaks and valleys down the center of my skin. And then you fade away leaving me standing rooted one with each grain of sand. But wait – you come back you run up to me and fall at my feet, kissing each toe before you rise up and kiss my hand with your sweet, salty lips. And then you fade away leaving me wondering when you will come back. And then with languid loyalty you do come back and seduce me with your warmth and allow me to enter you inch by inch until your wetness envelopes me. Once inside of you you kiss me again first on my neck again and then on my face – leaving a moist impression on my...
The Mountain

The Mountain

“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” – Edmund Hillary The Mountain The mountain softly sobs into the mouth of the liquid mirror, foaming ever so gently distorting the reflection of the trees. The aphoristic air whispers through your hair, making it stand on end as it brings you down to your knees. Adding these images to your personal picture show is something that you could not imagine in your dreams. The mountain’s head is topped with white wisps of wisdom, adding to its majestic stance among fields and streams. In its shadows you feel small. On its summit you feel tall. You softly sob into the mouth of the liquid mirror, smiling ever so gently – distorting your reflection of the...
One Dream

One Dream

“You have to dream before your dreams can come true.” –  A. P. J. Abdul Kalam One Dream One day I had a dream. I didn’t know that I would wake up more than ten years later and realize I was still dreaming. It is a lucid dream that only I could dream it would seem. I’m sure others tried to dream the same thing, but their dreams are just that – dreams. Mine is something more, something greater. It’s something that makes you feel butterflies and tingles. Each time I close my eyes my breath is taken away. Each time I open my eyes my breath is held hostage. Through the trees and into the mountains, or through the doors and into the tavern, it does not matter. It does not matter because you are there in each one of my dreams, each moment of lucidity. I only had one dream. And I believed if I could close my eyes hard enough, my dream could last longer than the star’s glow that we see each night before we...
Little Birds

Little Birds

“You’re off to great to great places. Today is your first day! Your mountain is waiting, so get on your way!” – Dr. Seuss Little Birds Little birds, I love you. Your beautiful beaks are beyond description. They light up the room and melt the hearts of everyone in sight. Little birds, I love you. It’s time for you to spread your wings and leave the nest, to learn how the world works, to learn how the world exists outside of your nest. Little birds, I love you. You bring a smile to my heart every single day. When you spread your wings to fly, my body stuffed joy into hope into love into nostalgia into delight into promise into cheer into optimism into melancholic despondency. Little birds, I love you. I miss you already. I miss your innocent ignorance. When you leave the nest you’ll start to learn the rest – the rest of how the world works and how the world exists. You’ll teach that world something. You’ll fly circles around this world. Little birds, I love...