Sometimes your past plays out in your dreams
A demonic Daja Vu
A reminder that lives in your soul
And surfaces when you have the least control
Sometimes a mellow personality
Can be angry only in dreams
Jealous only in dreams
Hate only in dreams
For if this dream was reality
It would be devastating to others
That’s why I keep my dreams to myself
Its my therapeutic nother world
Where the past lives
So that the present can be protected.
This is the beginning of forever summer
Forever laughter echoing through the lush valley
Day dreaming forever ideas
Hoping that forever dreams come true
Forever emotion fade into the soul
Forever wanting peace of mind
Because where there is forever, there is always hope
Because forever lasts longer than this endless summer.
Walking in a torrential downpour of fire
Carried away by an arctic undertow
Walking on dry land with muddy feet
Falling asleep in your dreams
Sleeping to escape your nightmares
Leaping with faith crash landing on reality
Falling in love, but only fell into hate
Following the heart, but the heart took a wrong turn.
Should I feel, should I let them drain me more
Do I want to be lost on this iceberg filled with useless souls?
I stroll down the straight and narrow in a dream state
Why should I care what happens to the world
Nobody else seem to care, unless the situation directly affects them
We are like beings without a purpose
Mere decoration in Mother Nature’s print
If that’s why I am here then why am I still walking?
Why do I stride with the emotionless?
There is no heaven to go to, no hell to suffer in
I am already there, stuck in neutral
My life a mere image of the scene around me
Wake me up before this illusion destroys my reality
Make me human once more, let me feel
Someday, I will shut out the souls that linger in my dreams
Be gone you selfish egotistical spirits
From this day on I will not be drained
I have one life with many moments
The night falls with a display never seen before, and never will be seen again. And when mother nature is done showing off, you lay down, close your eyes and succumb to the dreams, because somewhere in there a story needs to be told.
Sleep does not want to be my friend tonight.
It hovers over me like a cloud
It tickles my skin like gentle raindrops
It haunts me like a silent prayer
And time slowly goes by in the dark
And dreams are left suspended
Like love before valentine’s day
Like death right before birth
Anticipation unsatisfied
Fall into the blue and pray I don’t land
Where the emotional vampires live
For this is my life when they leave satisfied
I sit and watch the shadows dancing on my walls
Some times if my imagination controls me
The shadows reach out and touch my face
The feel of warm hands against my skin
Maybe if I am lucky I would feel a shadow kiss my lips
Or cuddle with me as I lay on the sofa
Maybe they can dream with me when I sleep
A faceless figure next to me, because humans are faceless anymore
Just like the shadows on my wall
Real but not really there
Ghosts that I can see, but run away when I try to touch them
And I will be alone again with my thoughts
With my empty soul and imageless dreams
I will be numb again, protected from my emotions
My emptiness an icepack on my heart
Its just another night
When the shadows crawl into bed with us
Their screams torture our souls
Why do they torture us We did not take life for the sport of it
We did not take life to be God like
Hell it was revolution, war
So why do we feel so fucking guilty
Why do we not feel lucky to be alive
After the dreams we wash our hands over and over
But nothing can clean these blood stained hands
I know how God is punishing us
There is no companionship in our lives no intimacy
Our religion says that a man with companionship is a broken man
So this is our punishment we live alone with our shadows
Retribution is a bitch right
All night we hug our pillows
Sweat pouring down our bodies
The angel of death walks on a raincloud above our bed
He showers us with memories
We would soon rather forget
Its been so long but we just can’t seem to forgive ourselves
Maybe there is nothing to forgive, but I dont believe that
So we wake in the morning, pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off,
Start all over again.
So I sit here and try to write something fun
Hmmm, cotton candy dreams caramel rivers
Fireflies in the forest in the dead of night
A sunny day, a grassy field
Butterflies fluttering against the wind
Plunging into the blue ocean
Feel the cool liquid hug my skin
Touch the bottom and lay on the sand
See the world from a fish’s point of view
A church at night lit with hundreds of candles
The early morning tide rolling onto the beach
The sound of school children getting off for the day
Thunder crashing in the distance as rain pound on the rooftops
Lightening cracking the sky, a blinking star
The smell of dinner cooking in the late afternoon
Fishermen singing as they haul in the days catch
Peppered fried fish on a Sunday afternoon
Grandma’s stories when the moon is full
A first kiss ,cuddling on a cold night
A tight hug, a simple caress, a cold drink on a hot Caribbean day
Small talk with the one you love
Dreams you don’t want to wake up from
A physical and spiritual orgasm
The excitement of the moment
An intense adrenaline rush
Falling asleep when you are tired
Waking up when the sun comes up
Ahhhh, sometimes the simplest things make this life worth living.
BOMBASTIC NATION 