Dreams are the imagery of what we long for, neural playground for the literary soul, to wander, with flashes of memory, their fabric ripped and slurried, run with others, to rise dripping with thought and vividly there. Ripped and wrenched, stirred in the vat of…

Are you my friend or enemy? An ally or a foe? Are dreams and nightmares messages, Or warnings, or random, I don’t know. Fears and feelings given form, Beauty and pain and rage and joy. Promises, hope, and I have no choice. Must sleep, I…

There is a strange embarrassment At ambling up to a finish line Still feeling good. An abashedness at being able, And in control. This is a good moment to notice, And to ask questions. For whom am I pretending?   I can do what I…

The most satisfying sleep; Is that which comes; After; The expenditure of every last sinew of muscle; The exhaling of every gasp of breath; And the completion of a project you thought was impossible. -30-  

Moonlight kissed the sky the moment you left And smiled With promise of no return. Where are you now? And what do you dream of? Where are you now? Who do you love? And what do you think of? Who do you love? I miss…

Going down the dark lane we see some light coming through pictures of our goals clear and lovely too..   We see ourselves like superheroes kings and queens we often see something we keep…   Its the most peaceful state one can be in you…

To have reached the Finish and found not the peace which follows writing but an anguish that so much remains missing;   the neighbour’s cherry tree is weighed down with new fruit, all for the birds – these verses will be devoured in much the…

Who needs sleep when adrenaline is pumping through your veins Why sleep when so much can be attained while awake Sleep, overrated, measured wrongly Sleep is when nightmares haunt you Stay awake and nothing will hurt you Sleep – Gah! Who needs sleep?

what sweet victory do my eyes behold? the sweetest story ever told; how strangers came from every hand- and wrote themselves a promised land; and tainted not one single sound but did indeed make love abound. then in the final hour, spent- gave their souls…

Let me sleep beside you. After all the work is done. And the day has come to a close. I think you want my company too. Howling children are now sedate. Our stomach full of good cooking. Worn out from the day. Longing for that…