Hands

Whose world shall I inevitably lose                                                                                                             Fate’s hands on my skin, I don’t                                                                                                                 know where this will end                                                                                                                             And even if I were to know His hands                                                                                                       it would end the same

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Another dream

Shed without

A fever nor the

Fruit of a single

tear

Warming Gaze

Mistaken for

The wish once

Grasped

 

A dream gasping

For subconscious

Waters

 

Heaven and Earth

Shall undivide

Linear cycles

For all are

Untimely demise

 

Is it Hyperion

Who’ll serenely sigh

Or Phobos him

In rhythm and tune

 

Or  a last lost

Serenade from

A warming gaze

Five

The reality of dreams

melding, as they meddle with

each other.

 

Their intersections create a

fair and free disparity, as

questions arise.

 

How is it that one can tell

the difference, to say to

open my eyes is to awaken.

 

Yet, I awake to these dreams,

with each wink and blink.

xxvi.

Shall the

beast learn

to soothe itself

As it yearns

for the muses’

songs

 

For the first

Her fingers

meet the

harp

 

As all

these strung

across an

open heart

 

Feeling loneliness

no longer

awakened to

her sleep

and all the

more dream’

to monger

All the more

to dream

xiv.

In a world

where ‘ggod’ girls

want to be ‘bad’

girls so they

can be with

the ‘bad’ boys

All I’m offering

is sincerity.

 

It has ‘sin’

right from the

beginning but

it’s as if

our dreams

could never

entirely be our

own.

 

Even if they

are individual

singularities, they

have the greatest

animators.

Their budget is

greater than the

one for this

reality.

iii. Nurtural

Nature and

nurture

The differnences

between people

The similarities

between siblings

 

As it may be

in a parent’s

nature not

to nurture

As nurturing’s

as nature is

to a child

 

How naturally it

comes for us, to us

to dream

Evermore natural

not to nurture

those dreams

 

The nature of

waking up in

dreams

So often, that

we fall asleep

to realities