-Every day I am reborn.
Violently ejected from my personal nirvana of sweet slumber into a cold dry mechanical hell ruled by clocks and microwave ovens.
Sleep is my temporary solace.
It is the haven from which I learned to fly.
The haven from which my forgotten tears have forged rivers through bitter memories so hope can continue to flow with the current.
It is a place however that is afraid of the world.
My dreams never speak the truth for there I am a king
but here I am a man.
Do tell me true fair dreams, what am I to become...
Immortal?
Insane?
Forgotten?
With each birth I am less of who I was,
more of who I am,
but most of who I will become.
Life is a journey with no destination.
Life is a Sublime Journey.
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Daybreak and Dreamscapes
PoetryDaybreak and Dreamscapes is a collection of poetry written by me from 1996 until present. Most are freestyle collections written at the most ungodly hours of the day while others are concentrated works of sheer artistic precision. All are enjoyable...
