I dreamt again last night
people so familiar yet
strangers touched my
my mind and heart
I dreamt again last night
people I will never meet
passed by to celebrate
my choices in life
I dreamt again last night
through choices made
multiverse divides
in dreams only
are we reunited
It was the quiet sigh,
God’s final whisper,
as her naked skin touched
the heavens
and the setting sun
parted
he knew
it was done – completed
There was death
but also love and
leftover turkey
as they settled
their final bill –
justice came
cheap this year
I dont know if the preceding compulsion
or the subsequent convulsion was the worst part
all I know is that I will never do that again
A psychic told me once, “they don’t approach you as they can’t understand your energy, they feel you are difference, and that scares them. You are divine, and the energy you emit is divine energy”. I did not believe her, then, but now; years down the line I think she might have been right. They do feel I am different, and that scares them. Divine or not, that part I can buy.
upon the writers block
I place her; slow
strokes giving
hope that nought be
wrong, calming her
before the time
be upon me; to
disconnect her
stubborn head
in one fearsome
swoop of literary
madness
