Upon awakening every morning, I feel like I’m going to die
I don’t know how
or even why
but I have fever dreams
that go to such extremes
they make my soul cry
strange symbols fly by
in a multi-colored sky
of my subconscious
as I continue to seek the light
every night
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I dreamt I was lying in a field of pumpkins one October day
watching the orange gourds play
like frisky future Jack-O-Lanterns they had fun
in the warm embrace of the sun
they talked about a harvest moon
that they were expecting soon
when I heard one let out a deep sigh
“What a miserable fate to end up a pie!”
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There are alternate realities despite what some may say
There’s more mystery than just the passing of each day
seers, wizards, prophets, fortune-tellers, are visionaries
who explore hidden realms with their own itineraries
using portals as entries
portals can be found in mirrors
forests and mountains
their everywhere
secrets to dimensions to nowhere
or in your nightmares
and your fantastical dreams
nothing is as it seems
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I want to be the next Gary Larson and exist on The Far Side
of the moon
I want to be the young Paul McCartney
and have all the ladies swoon over me
I want to be Lawrence Ferlinghetti
and reinvent poetry
I want to be like John Candy
and make people laugh until they pee!
I want to be Peter Lorre starring in a movie
that’s a classic mystery
I want to be P.T. Barnum making history
with his revolutionary use of publicity
I want to be Howard Hughes known for his eccentricity
and living on the periphery
Most of all
I just want to be
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the keeper of dreams
comes to imaginations
with lurid temptations
promising
islands in the sky
beauty
in the mind’s eye
a veritable Versailles
where ones mind can fly
to islands in the sky
where mythology
turns into folk etymology
and no one has to die
***
Towering ambitions
like castles in the sky
are for dreamers
who aren’t afraid to fly
it takes a bold person
who isn’t afraid to die
to embrace ambition
to pursue a goal
and bring it to fruition
**
in the book of life
there needs to be
a chapter on fantasy
where reality
retreats
and good vibes soar
with special fantasies
that help restore
vigor
**
He looked across the classroom at her luxurious golden hair
lost in daydreams that come to young men
all he could do was stare
he wasn’t sure what it was that held him so
what marvel moved him to sweat
even though a breeze through an open window did blow
his heart felt light
she was a pretty mystery
and a beautiful sight
he told himself a day would come soon
when he’d be brave enough to say hi!
and not appear to be a buffoon
love was in the air
but it wasn’t sticking soon
***
as chaos swirls around the world on cruise control
and madness reigns in the streets across America
you might as well burn a bowl
of sweet ganja
to lighten your soul
don’t end up in an ideological manhole
become one with the universe
and burn a bowl
**
He traveled far, through hostile lands for days, hoping to locate and solve the mystery of the maze, which ancient legends say a treasure lurks dating back to another day, when the giants of the earth held sway…
When he saw the opening in a wall of granite it was so huge it made him feel small, but he stepped inside and discovered a great hall, that stretched as far as he could see lined with marble pillars and blocks of ebony…
he trod on the polished serpentine floor, listening to the voices of those who lived no more, who, like him where once an explorer, until something terribly happened and unleashed a nameless horror…
the music of the spheres assaulted his ears, and magnified his fears, so that to gain his sanity and harmony he plunged blindly into the darkening maw screaming at everything he saw…
until a light ahead lessened his dread, and the more he looked ahead the brighter it got until it appeared he found what he sought, a golden corridor and door… he grinned happily and opened what was a dimensional door, becoming part of the Maze’s lore.
****
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