Dream Maze

The first time he realized that he’d

just awoken from one dream into another,

he was somewhat shocked, almost

flabbergasted at the thought.

When it happened again much of

the enthusiasm remained but not all.

Then, the third time he was rather

frustrated that he’d dreamed a whole

day, but awoke to the rising sun once more.

The fourth time really was a long day,

because he did not know if he was still

dreaming, or if he was actually awake

and so the whole day he kept thinking

He’d blink and awake yet another time.

The fourth did turn out to be the final layer

of his dream maze, and he was thankful.

He’d nearly become lost in his own mind,

and he did not wish to venture back.

Then again, who's to say he isn't lost in there still?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream within a dream is very disorienting, especially if there are more than one.

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Merciless in deed

in blade

in grin.

Flowerless in garden,

of an overgrown grass.

a secret path

but only a room

alone is the key

the doors on the floor.

But you have to be able to fly.

Theres a place.

A mention made

in passing.

And now to desert

all the dry

countless and small

no matter the sky stays with us.

doubtless your in the room.

enjoy the time

ancitipate the death

for then all love will be thine

after releasing the burden of breath.



English followed by original German. Plus a probably horrible Japanese version for good measure because this is about a Japanese girl.

Your mind is beautiful
Your soul draws me in
With its delicate calm
And I have niether the strength
Nor the will to escape
I want to die in there

That I may know heaven


Dein Geist is schön
Deine Seele zieht mich hinein

Mit ihrer zarten Friedlichkeit

Woraus der zu flüchten
Habe ich weder die Wille noch die Kraft

Darin will ich sterben
Damit ich Himmel kennen darf




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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes


harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away


Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression


I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection


Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.


What It Is

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see


What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?


I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong


and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand


This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind


To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame


Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.


So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door


And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..

wondrous minds

The wondrous


mind of man

came to me in a slink,

suddenly appearing,

while firmly in place.


It is also temporary, very fragile, and, alas, meaningless. Go figure.

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Dead Meat


Dead meat,

Is what you eat.

Nothing alive,

It is not wise.


I don't know the reason,

But I know the cause.

It is rotten, it is corrupted,

And will drive a man mad.


Madness comes from eating brains,

I ain't no cannibal at late.

But eating meat I have to do,

Or certain things I can't see.


Blood is very good,

I have no Vampire mood.

But cruel some call,

What I describe at all.


My mind going ways,

With meat these days.

Demons, Ghoulies and the rest,

Outsiders are a real pest!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

the mind





meaningful words,


used to open eyes


and play 


'a verbal judo'


that pins your 


hate onto 


your forehead,




a label


worse than





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My New Best Friend

He’s with me all the time,

We’re practically best friends.

He’s there for me the hard times the most.

He’s the worst friend I’ve ever had,

I regret the moments I introduced him to my life.


He taunts me, provokes me, pushes me,

He ruins me.

He turns me, frustrates me, rushes me,

He makes me.


I struggle to get him out of my life,

But he only gets closer.

I try to block him out,

But he only gets darker.


I hate him. But he loves me.

I wish him out of my life with the little passion he’s left me with,

But he remains around me,

As if his sadistic job was to torture me through this period of my life,

I loath him for this resulting strife.


I’m told one day he’ll die,

And rather than suffering in perpetuation,

I will caese the constant struggle towards evasion,

But his ghost may haunt my internal abrasions,

I wish his death would hasten…


I know he’ll die eventually.

Being left with his sporadic memories.