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Melatonin Dreamin’

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Crystal clear. Colors you can hear.

Images so sincere. All things you fear

seem so near. Dreams come alive

during the night. Out of sight. Inside

the mind. One of a kind. Hiding

behind a stop sign. Gliding on

a cloud and floating on a cleft

note. Missing the boat. Riding

the bus kicking up dust. Eyes glow

in the shadows. Horns grow. Ghosts

doing the most. Angels visit. Back

alleys lit. Just another misfit. Lucid.

Dancing with the devil. Picking

up a shovel. Digging up the past.

First things first. Good dreams don’t

last. Nightmares and goosebumps.

Fast asleep while the reaper creeps.

This melatonin is hitting in a dream

I’m sitting. Waiting for the alarm

to wake me up. For the sun to come

up. For now, I’m melatonin dreamin’.

Hugging angels and fighting demons.

The Drop Off

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After the drop off

follows the come up.

You may get kicked off

the horse, but get up

before mother nature

takes her course. Hills

and valleys. Cats in

the alley. Shooting dice.

Mix the beans with rice.

Enjoy the climb back

to the top. Ignore the fact

that you dropped off.

Always take your socks

off. When you slip, flip

a switch. Slide down

but never stay down.

It may take a bit for you

to get over it. When you

see a ladder, climb it.

One day, when it’s all

said and done, you’ll be

eye level with the sun.

Open Sesame

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Fly with me. Come open my mind.

Send me a sign. Open these eyes

that stay blind. Be my guide. Show

me the world on your magic carpet

ride. I’ve been closed off for years.

This road is under construction.

I’m paving a new way. It’s time

to switch gears toward production.

All you had to say was open sesame;

now, I’m better. You got the best of me.

You got the best me. You set me free.

You’ve opened my mind. All you had

to say was open sesame. Then, BAM!

I broke free. With you, my door is

open. Walk through anytime. Come

around. I’ll never leave you behind.

Pity Party

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Would you like to come to my party?

It would be a shame if you didn’t.

When you arrive, you will listen

to sob stories and whining galore.

At this party, you will receive pity.

If that’s what you want, come by.

We will all feel really bad for you.

We will sympathize with all you do.

You don’t want to miss this pity party.

Come! Quick! The complaints are starting.

Rope Burns

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As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
I am playing tug of war,
and on the other side
of the rope is the fear
that I lose all hope.
I am always trying
to stay grounded when
my mind is flying.
I am trying to live
instead of thinking
of death or dying.
When I try to pull,
I feel that the hole
in my soul becomes
filled: almost full.
In this life, I tug, tug,
and tug. I attempt to
stand on top of a rug
that is being pulled
from under me. See,
these rope burns
come easy. I won’t
slip or lose my grip
until the sweet taste
of victory drips off
of my quivering lips.