I woke
and I tasted.
A sweetness,
in the air.
A forgotten memory,
of you!
And I went back to sleep.
Searching
In my dreams,
for you….,
And all I found, was …….darkness.
Giajl © Jim Love
maybe it is still (just) sleepy time
once again,
we left the doors open
for someone—
it's the Western
or the Eastern light
peeking in
seeming again
to chase shadows
out of nowhere
but let me begin
the neverending
waking moment
because you do not
know yet—how lucky
you are
for not seeing
the aesthetically
pleasing
in every mists
that surround you
Lest the lost can't find their way
When I fall asleep I remain to be faithful
To life is a blessing in which I am greatful
Fair not easy in darkness transpire
May light be found in the wolfs hour
To reside in slumber bears weakness in my heart.
I am not yet ready to ascertain the thoughts which dwell deep within my conscious mind, unbearing of the truth that is fortold upon diminishing it's recess, for I tremble as the witness to my own unconscious. It is here that I am forever entranced by the ideas of love and eternity, which inevitably have their own fate within my course of existence. Frequently, I wonder why such a dubious pattern of life emulates in the form that it so deliberately does. Fear lies within the wounds of my tormented soul as I try to reclaim the steps of what I've once known. My life is but a glimse of what lies ahead, a journey I know will beckon the everlasting hardships of the conscious collective. For the reasons of understanding nothing, while believing fully in the ever expanding source of knowledge from which we graze, I cease to acknowedge any bit of certainty that may lay claim to my being. Nothingness is apart of the universal collective, assimilated through light into the realm of the physical, yet transcended from the dominion that fabricates our ascension. At times I begin asking myself the questions of eternity, only to revert back to the darkness encompassing my vision, as I lay still in my bed.
Untelling is the way of the mind, and unparalleled is the insanity that it may bear.
I fell asleep on the sofa
as if that want the plan
sleep come so rarely
i do it where i can.
I woke up on the sofa
with a crick in my back
pleased that my dreams
Will no longer attack.
I rose from my sofa
to fetch myself a drink
i have come to the conclussion
that maybe i over think.
I looked at the sofa
dominating the room
last nigh was so successful
i will be back soon.
I reasoned that my sofa
was as good as a bed
who's going to tell on me
now that sleep has fled.
I have hope that my sofa
appreciated the use
doing it's job expertly
sleep and i made a truce.
Tijuana. Early evening avenue
Heading out to make the scene.
Walking the Calles thru Zona Norte
Took me to see the poor people
living in the cardboard city
In refrigerator boxes and plywood shacks.
2 little kids standing barefoot in the rain.
The shelter was blue with brown blinds
Runaways
Junkies
Prostitutes
Criminals
For a dollar a night, you can stay.
And here among the roadside,
The cardboard city lies.
Not a dollar a day
Or a dollar a stay
Even with rainy skies.
With a calm calculus
I extend my hand to the father
“Here’s 20 dollars”
“You can stay inside now”
And the minute I did
He grabbed up his kids
And made his way into the hostel
Is it impossible to think
That amid all the Booze
And the drugs
And the stink
That home is not a place or a box or a shelter
You’re family is your home
Ask Dorothy.
“There’s no place like it.”
Frost lies on my windowsill
From winter's frozen rain
Makes waking up now just too hard
And looking out a pain
Because inside is nice and warm
With coffee or coco
Perhaps I'll just go back to sleep
And dream about the snow.
Sing to me sweet angel
A child's lullaby
As I lay my head upon your lap
And dream of days gone forever
Can it be
Do I espy
A scintillating smile
Behind sweetly spoken lies
It's no surprise
I idolize
The pools of lull
Within your eyes
Dream-Maker
Sleep dealer
Be my fix for
You're my favorite drug
Yeah
Gonna have a
good time
You real tight
rope walker
Gonna have a
good time
Greasy smile
talker
Yeah
Your gonna have a good time
All right
Gonna
Make a movie baby
Alright
Gonna
Sing my blues baby
All night
Wrap you in my
love song
Yeah
Gonna
Catch me
when the mornin come
Catch you
when y' home alone
Teach you
when we're all alone
Yeah baby
That's right