I used to worry so much in the past…
Worried about the world..
Worried of what others thought.. Now.. I just worry about when I’ll have to worry.. I know it wont solve anything anymore.. I wont waste my time worried about the others.. Why? They worry too much, they can worry for me for a change.

Love sneaks in on my unannounced and sneaks past the cold key codes and bodyguards…
Love sneaks in and whispers in my ear, these promises of affection in my direction that leave me lost in recollection
I’ve been shit on, stepped on, lied to, ripped apart, and spit upon.. and yet.. I’m still here…

I’ve been cheated on, forgotten, left for dead, utterly rotten, and yet.. I still love.

I’ve been scared, confused, asleep, discombobulated.. and yet, I kept the faith.

I am an inspiration to you all.. I am still here.. fighting the good fight.. Stuck in the bad corner for funny jokes
Stuck in the middle of a mid life crisis with no one to help me out of it, save myself.
And I will survive.

I have a mirror to remind me…
A pillow to soften my fall..
A soft bed to help me forget
Dreams to help me remember
And you.. to remind me of what it’s like to love.

Half moon sweeps across the sky.. slowly taunting me into knowing that morning will soon be here.. and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.. it’ll be here too soon.. too soon for me to count.. creeping past the horizon.. sparkling the rays upon your closed eyelids.. sweeping the plateau of humanity.. showing the world that there’s and end to the darkness
Something to remind us that it’s not always cold and dark.. Sometimes confusion is fleeting at the rise of the new tomorrow..

Sleep cures all evils.. Unless of course…. You’re not a dreamer.

Dreamers of the world unite.. show the nay slayers wrong.. live your dreams.. show the world the hidden smile you keep locked away for special occasions.. the half coy giggle that rings through my ears in the dark.. the whispers that rock my mind into submission.. the soft touch that stirs my soul.. the love tat I have for you.



The cigarette smoke glides across the dash board like a angel on Sunday mass.. circling the mirror like buzzards moving in for the slow kill..
Slipping out the window like a thief into the night…

Sneaking from your lips like an Alcatraz jailbreak.. Into the salty sea air rushing by the window at gale force…
Slipstream of the fantastic, this travel of air and smoke.. this languid dance they do across my dashboard.. this world so alien to me, yet so subtle that you don’t even notice… something hidden.. yet right under your nose.. escaping with every breath.. this life.. slipping away.. with every drag.




I tend to lose the best thoughts right before I go to sleep.. forget all the rhymes running behind closed eyes.. all the lines skipped over before dreamland.. all these parables forgotten with the dizzy spells that come with the alpha waves..

Running circles in my mind as I try to find that poem I forgot before I drifted off.. wondering if it’s just lost to the haze of my subconscious.. just forgetting what my dream was, just to try and remember that one clincher of a line that I wanted so hard to remember for a fleeting second.. and then.. it’s gone… life..asleep.. then awake.. only to repeat the mistake.

Time for bed.. time to rest my head..
Time to crawl between flannel sheets
And off into dreamland my mind slowly creeps..
Basking in morning sun with eyes shut
For I’m just a sleeping slut.

01/09/2004

Author's Note: I was tired of missing out on some great ideas before I go to sleep.. so I took the keyboard with me.. and just typed up a bunch of freeform ideas.. I'd kinda suggest it.. I had to do a ton of edit/typo repair.. but it was nice to just type without thinking of the moniter.. I know I'll try this again.. maybe next time stick to a form..LoL

Posted on 01/09/2004
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