Dreams as vivid as reality, my bodies lying on the bed as my mind soars causally.

In a wooden house with strangers equivalent to Dorothy's

I look outside the window I see waves of the open seas.

But were not in the ocean see, because pirates are never seen. I swear this is a different scene. If you could see it, you would believe.

But I'm not here to prove that it's nonfiction, let these words be a depiction of dreams that have been driven.

By Purposes filled in vials then consumed by minds made by miles, roads, and directions styled

in shuttering accents, enough of this madness lets jump into passions.

Engraved in my soul is the past-tense...if nothing's new under the sun,
then let my shade be a labyrinth

Picture me in a chair with no hair & broken glasses

Needle in arm I fit In with all the masses

***** room with a full spoon which tastes like satisfaction.

belly grumbling, kids tumbling life has gifted me acid

filthy sofas & pizza boxes I'm wondering where the cash is?

Scratching for a dime under my blood stained mattress

Visions of intermission
pause my crazy reaction

I wake up from this death dream,
all was simply imagined

Lost in the ways of sound waves

Swimming in the tone of the loud bass

Hoping I can make this home

Let my home be a soundscape

Let my thoughts drift off,
my mind is infinite

When I think of this, I think of things

That are intimate, increments, sentences

No I'm not sexually speaking

Art is inside of my soul,

from the outside it is reaching

Off the jump, I'm gonna rip this ****

Spit some **** that's equivalent to earthquakes.

While all wait
I'll take and break every Letter & metaphor

**** all who don't concur, for my words, are of many swords

Criss-crossing, I hit organs I hit optics **** ******* topics

I just let the lames keep talking

Every day I age, I grow a little more heartless

I am at the point where my smiles will soon sharpen
Then cut like bone saws through loose cartilage

It's funny because usually, I'm a nice person,
more like a rarity like a person Who writes cursive

Let this be the last time that my kindness is given purpose
My next words will strike like a stanched serpent

The next time you look for good, it will behind  An iron curtain.
That one soft spot will change into a hard surface.

**** Being Mr. Nice, Mr. Good, Mr. Clean more like a ***** dog or a ***** fiend.

Worthy of a better scene, worthy of a fantasy, worthy of a better dream

This will bring a better me, let these letters be a seed for a plant
That will reach, higher than the average tree, further than everyone's reach

In these words I am vanishing, in these words, I am flourishing

With these words, I am branching out, like a curse on a family tree.

I will show you a poet freak.....

Visualizing the words I leak, will, In turn, return your defeat

What is happening in this moment, is motivation to reap

Read on....read on let your shuttered eyes fiddle...

For this is one peace to my riddle...

Let your thoughts cluster....now feel them all trickle....to the back of your head

This action is direct...a verbal command...not near to a threat...

Let me make a point like a needle to thread.

I just spoke....did you hear what I said?

Of course not...your reading this don't stop...

let me remind you of death...just stare at the clock

Your eyes will roll over....just as those numbers drop...

What once was..is not...**** everything changes...

Colors shift to gray as your room rearranges...

Passed mirrored figures become strangers.

What was a thrill, now is just danger...

I time traveled to the younger me...

I asked myself "kid who do you want to be?"

A power ranger, ninja turtle, monkey or a transforming SUV...

It's funny how what you wanna be, is what you tend to see...

I never wanted to be a wanna-be....I'm glad am not

At least I have this peace...

Of mind, that has always shined with a heart full of honesty...

I just happen to be a poet freak...

I am poet dressed as a sheep

More like a wolf who's covered in sheets

**** with me wrong, and surely I'll eat

I'm here to destroy, I'm here to defeat

Why do you still talk to me, Can you not see I drew this chalk line for a reason. The treason you bring to my life, I can hear Satan sing temptations in my ear, I hear his sweet words but I want to reprimanded. Fear has left its bright red marks on my neck, Reminding me how I am a fleck, As I fell further you and satan just snear, Once I broke my heart and hope hitting rock bottom, It is clear I need to forget you, Never forgive you.

All of the ******* that I've been through, is neatly displayed like a menu.

Here this is for your viewing! at my venue. no this is not a celebration, just a feeling that continues

To break apart our communication, please take tissues and time to fix your issues.

this moment is not of coincidence, but more like a combination of human  failure and ignorance

You incoherently ramble words that are puns, then try to persuade me like the devils tongue.

Out of the shadows, I'm excepting the changes in the sun, I'm hoping my hearts pieces can magically become one.