Nightmares and you

I had a nightmare last night.

Nights,
 they gulp you down.
At times when you wake up in your dreams,

You're at the bottom of the ocean.
In space,
 floating,
sucking into a blackhole.

In your thoughts then,
 maybe - a tiny speck in the vast expanse.

The oceans,
the space,
your thoughts.

Then come you,
 bursting through,
 darling.

A wand in hand.

Lumos.
You.
Light.

A dream is you, everything else is just a nightmare.

Hdk

Choke

 no body to talk to..
 no thing to talk about..
no taste for the bitter time
The sour life..
The crunchy life..

Munch, munch, munch.
How much, munch, munch.
Choke.

Sleep

Sleep.

Walks in my presence..
caresses me..
places her loving hand on my forehead..

Ruffles my tidy black hair..
A man, in her presence is a  boy..

She puts a cork on the restless mind..
There is no numbness when she's present..

A mute on the loud world..
and suddenly it's black and quite -
why, is this then, not my natural state..

Another world, greets me,
unrobes me,

the uncomplicated man..
who grows ever so tired of looking at fellow civilisation and absorbing..

Absorbing everything they throw at him..

When I have nothing to feed them -  just wants to work, earn, b loved and come back to sleep.
A man's life..hidden under all the philosophical complexities..

 a miserable man, at 24, i`m called - you're only 24 - can a man of.24 not have peace....

I grow tired of the terrible complexities of people around me..and so I come to you...my dear - sleep
Coz even spelled around you are peels.. As us unrobe my mind - peel it of all thot - a calm then spreads as a blanket on winters evening..

Soft and comfortable..she tells me there's nothing to worry about...

My mistress, my sleep..

Hdk

Spillovers

Putting a stopper to the chaos within..

The vessel's already full ..the tap keeps the water running.
.
The spilled over brain cells is what you see in my eyes..

is what you hear me speak..

it is wat I cannot ..cannot retain within my world..

And that is what comes out.

The spillovers.. The content within the vessel then..is never changing...

Pushed around

We're all spinning  - so many miles per hour, around ourselves, around everything that is around us. Round and round.

Quietly as I'm typing this, the breeze, breathes around me,  circles around.

She's traveled places she tells me, to comfort me in this peaceful darkness. Its peaceful because the noises dont hurt now, its quiet because I'm not under the sun - I'm not what i claim to be. She turns around again and shush's me, not now she says, not now.

Now you lay back, stop spinning, you take a pause. Gently, she closes my eyes and sings the songs of her travels. She's tired too, she says, as she ruffles me one last time, before breathing down and dying.
The winds died down Joe, says a voice.

"Yea, she's tired down" i mumble, in my sleep as we stop spinning, stop twirling.

.. random ..almost in tandem

It is windy today..
The tshirt flaps and continues flapping ..
almost trying to awaken what's not there inside...
It brings relief for the body..

The mind -
is but a cold marble forever placed on the forehead..
Heavy and Dense..
Crushing ..

It sometimes feels - when I stop lifting it..the burden falls over and I sleep..

Lamenting

I resign to these words - beneath the cloudless skies..
Hdk

Floating

The pretense of floating through and through has its own fun. How easy it is to deceive yourself into believing and then floating, whirlpool after whirlpool - floating - believing in "its ok", " it could be worse", "it hasn't drowned you yet"

The terrible numbness that follows has its own blithering pleasure, while you're still floating - without a life boat - why need one?

The water - tears of joy and pain - one dip in all the self pity and you feel the tremendous urge to not raise the head upwards, keep sinking downwards, wallowing in the laziness it brings along with it.

Theres fun in it, all the struggles we call struggles, all the joy we call joy and all that fills this immense, silent and stony self - the experience of dragging yourself to experience this experience - is fun.

Then there's floating, we are all floating.

one day. We'll walk.