Like two kids fighting for attention,
They both want my energy and focus
Both starved, fighting for growth.
My thoughts feed into their digestion
So the nightmares won’t die.
Should not have reflected on it.
The nightmare won’t get nothing
It cannot live within me.
I will feed the dream
That ending was happy,
I choose that ending..
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The line between what is real
and what is not,
Has just disappeared.
On day one of a new life,
I must learn all again.
What are my skills?
Who do I love?
Who loved me before?
When I was a prick.
Am I really humorous?
Is my mind a myth?
The tests have begun,
I’m still good at golf.
The drives hit the back fence.
I can still join words together
But to what purpose?
More questions than answers.
An inquisitive kid,
On the first day of school.
Test me again,
I still think I’ll excel.
We all know “Love don’t pay the rent”,
But I’ve been living on a cloud
Where we paid no rent.
All we gave we was our energy,
Poured into a cloud,
Just me and a woman spending our new-found wealth.
Last night in my sleep, I was brutally attacked.
It felt like a very sharp ice pick,
I can’t be sure because I was not awake,
But it came from my head and struck my heart,
A reality so real, even in sleep.
The blood and something else came out of me,
Not the love because I know, that will never go,
An energy like that can’t be destroyed,
It can only transform into another form.
In my awaken reality, I walk on wounded,
thinking of that cloud and the golden sky.
My everything now hurts and there is no cure,
These words are etched with hurt,
I have no other ink.
Endless words flow out but I have just a small question…..why?
I’m sure of only this;
The reality didn’t bite because I felt it stab.
As my breaths draw heavy,
Time draws to an end.
I stop and reflect on
The last great dream I had.
Clear as daylight,
Not many great ones.
A joyous time in a faraway land.
My wife had a different face.
This face was happy to see me.
A little boy looked up to me.
Seemed like he needed me.
I held his hand across busy roads.
There I had a worth.
A future that was so possible.
I wanted it so bad,
And I got so very close.
It was a future too golden for me.
The dream remained just that.
I regret the reality even though
I fell in love with the dream.
I look into her eyes and see her pupils dilate,
Like a door to her soul opening in my daydream.
A moment in time, paused, just waiting for fate.
In the world behind the door, we reign supreme.
We’re walking down a path, hand in hand,
The final destination is not clearly known,
But in my vision the journey looks fun,
All laughter and smiles, and there no one’s alone.
Now, reality, has become a background process,
I’m in a dream, not here right now I’m afraid,
Just wait for the tone and leave a message.
Might be a here a while, got a lady to serenade.
In a moment as real as this,
Last night I saw an old lover.
We talked, walked and shared a kiss.
All whilst I slept next to another.
I stare at the ceiling, as the vision disappears.
Reality piercing my eyes as they adjust to light.
I’ve not heard from her in many years.
Why did I dream of you last night?
I look at you and see deep inside,
I see the person that you try to hide.
Beauty is common but whats rare,
is that great energy and positive outlook on life.
The winning combination that will help you go far.
I see magic both inside and out.
What are your thoughts when you look at me?
Could they be a reflection of what I see?
I would support you and hold your hand.
Love your worst qualities that others can’t stand.
Make you smile whenever your sad.
And be the best lover that you’ve ever had.
We could be partners in the game of life.
Together we’ll overcome all trouble and strife.
But all this depends on one major thing…
What do you see when you look at me?