Dreaming Again

Dreaming Again

This is my Kubla Khan,

I took my meds, my favourite cocktail,

And went into the Waste Land of my mind.

My dreams, those horrific joys,

So natural was for them to unveil,

Sleeping and waking, making noise.

Is this Paradise or Hell?

For most of us, words are just toys,

And that's why we never tell...

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war had begun

in the house of my childhood

and hiding in the ancient mossy three

are kids that grew up too fast

knives hidden in hair

they wish to kill

and nothing is left behind

the roof is very old

woods have spread so far

and in them the screams resonate

fear is crawling in the hideouts

and hunger and betrayal

the siblings are building a high wall

he promised to protect her

it's made of Lego an it always falls

***

he races me again, my Ghost

fear and excitement, danger

it has always been like this

I wonder who is chasing who

he smiles and steals my treasure

then throws a knife at me in return

it fell in the grass beside me

a beautiful gift no one will ever recognise

I took it and he was gone in the trees

at the shelter I collect my very few possessions

"take the seeds," she says

the silvery claws on Tina's watch

they are the greatest weapon

she is Gandalf in disguise

***

the tribe is here

the hunt has begun

the battle rages through the woods

and first blood is drawn

I kill the classmate who wanted to eat me

he loved me too much

the fight is over

nobody won

as always

***

I wonder out and a storm begins

no clouds, just the wind

drawing patterns in the sand

a rip through space

it's sucking out the universe

above are just stars

a nebula of blue and purple

the woods are turning into deserts

and, in the middle, a solitary fireplace

it's still burning

no oxygen

lines in the sand

all the secrets of the world

they rewrite themselves all the time

but I remember

***

gravity malfunctions

vacuum appears

we are drawning

drops of hot red rubber in the air

a cage encloses us

its beautiful steel, Japanese

and behind it

the world is shrinking and darkening

we fall down and the wind is gone

it's winter

a snowy forest all around

nobody noticed

***

a river flowing

the wild sound enchants me

the horizon is torn

it floats down

it only seems to be up

and disappearing in the sky

there are rails in the middle

we can skate them

to the city of Gotham

pink in the fading light

with its round windows

and tall hospitals

the streets are covered with snow

and full of Musketeers in red uniforms

everything to hide what's beneath

a boy was arrested

for wearing his father's jacket

he's been dead for years

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The sky is pink,

There are few clouds,

Silver linings,

The gates are made of pencils...