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the captain
needs a boat
to sail
and with my yacht
no longer underfoot
i anticipate a freefall
to the ocean floor below;
a murky place
filled with frosted hearts
reckless desire,
and simple ambition
consolation
becomes the casket
i rest in
nature's cycle looms
sudden color change
she drops me
even in decay
i purposefully act
to fuel growth
from the underground
new seedling triumphs
propelled by the
same magic roots
i flourish, enraptured
with precious Her,
redeeming my motto:
always be leaf
your eyes shine
as the moon at night,
lighting my castleheart,
sitting quiet and alone
on the hilltop above
the outstretched meadows
and whispering rivers
that are my love
let me look,
let me feel,
let me taste
your fingers glide
as the traces of dawn,
caressing my skinfence,
waiting quiet and alert
on the boundries around
the brazened fields
and blushing gardens
that are my love
i have nothing else
only promises to speak
and unwords to show
i can't give you more
than this manor of mine
And when we're dying inside,
they send forth a prismatic spray
to begin the
drip
drip
drop
s
t
r
e
a
k
i
n
g
tol ie sh att ere d ont he gro u nd
You come here
as a midnight tourist
spending precious time
and having too much fun
until you're stolen from me
by the fingers of
the wicked morning sun
Tomorrow you may return
or maybe tonight
I can reach out, touch you
before the light takes you away
Perhaps the time will come
when we'll be together
even in the day
All I want for Christmas is to
find that love, again
but I won't stay up for you,
Santa, and
I'll expect to be given
only
pieces
of
coal
They label us "X"
since They do not yet see
the trouble we bring
we crest a tidal wave,
the coming Age of Dionysus,
poised above the Western beach below
intellectual -- take refuge in your grotto
build your Noah's Ark
to ride out the storm rising
but it may be too late,
for me...
on dry land, dripping wet
Steadfast.
Burn me.
Bleed me.
No fear.
The mousetrap had been recognized
too late
I've sucked myself into the
vortex
an emotional vacuum of me and
of you
you are the Crown Jewel
Motherlode, I'm only the casing
no matter; Diamonds are forever.
Devotion.
Spill me.
Drain me.
My career.
But love me--no deposit, no return
i'm missing...
yet this silence
crashes down upon me
as i lay here
surveying my situation
and realizing i am all alone
i'm missing...
but that dream
can keep me going
pursuing my vision
when i will find my Love
and sleep at Her side
i'm missing...
where is She?
i've never seen Her
everyday i pray
that i might just be allowed
to hold Her hand but once
i'm missing...You
the air was too thick to breathe
and the heat pressed me to ponder,
was it
sweat which came from my eyes
all white and fragile, i wonder if
You are the snowflake, my Snowflake,
come to
usher in a change of season
and help me to Fall in love
please stay here with me,
i'll show You this calendar
of me
and You won't ever melt away
so bring on Winter, little Snowflake,
and in exchange i'll take You to
our Spring
i apologize for loving you
i know you don't want me to
looking into my head
as you read my silly rhyme
your face says "just friends"
and condemns my crime
i apologize for loving you
i know you don't want me to
each time we meet
your words are only kind
but romantic fantasies
help keep me so blind
and i apologize for loving you
i know you don't want me to
but i do
holding hands on a dock
with the surrounding scenes
pausing just for us,
sharing an eternal moment
of peace and tranquility
of excitement and surprise
of love and pride
You glide with grace
and smile deep inside
perched with poise
on my burning arm,
while i drink all i can
offering twice in return
and this sunset never ends
I feel relegated to dirt
(wandering amongst the weeds)
until I notice you and
I wonder...
Held in trust,
carried by passion,
and alive with such as love;
anything may be.
I feel unknown by angels
(flying above my reach)
until I notice you and
I wonder...
Once more I reach out
to grasp the fragile rose
the darkness blinds my soul, my heart
is full of sorrow -- stung by rose thorns
I am living for the day
when my golden rewards will come
I am living for the day
when the beacon shines some
I am living out the day
when the roses will succumb
In my dreams, reality strikes
black
the thorns grow evermore
dark
I find I cannot move
empty
lest I pierce my body
cold
I long to thrust myself
entirely upon the bloodied blade
when she comes to swoop me up
she takes me in her hand, the golden cup
Although I don't see you
I sometimes hear your voice
and wonder
if you really exist
As you walked away
into the darkness
you told me
to keep walking my own way
I didn't
for such a long time
I just stood alone
in the darkness
as your demon-memory
bade me slice more onions
I could hear you
out of reach
but not out of range
Trying
Dying
Crying
Yet you wouldn't
let me find you
in the darkness
Once I decided
to put down my onions
and to start walking
my own way,
I called out "goodbye"
A very small voice
asked from the darkness,
"where are you going"
and "why"
You are so painful
and I don't know if you're real
I've made a decision
but that isn't how I feel
Although I am leaving
I sometimes go extra slow
and wonder
if you really exist
You're back
at the crossroads
and I'm up ahead
barely still in sight
I hope you make your decision
before I round the bend
this could be a new beginning
or the definitive end
And my love keeps me
slicing onions...
but when i'm on
that magic carpet
with You
it's so...so...
i've lost my wings
forgotten how
to fly
but when i'm by
the warmth of
that smile
it's so...so...
i never understand
the finer side
of life
but when i see
mystic light in
Your eyes
it's so...so...
breathing: it's the hardest thing to do
when your love is amputated from you
the operation begins
when you first turn your back
Trust straps you to the stretcher
the cutting fears
once you have opened your eyes
Lust unbridled makes the round incision
drowning: it's an easy thing to do
when your love bleeds all over you
hands reach in
and pull it out
put it in your face
and laugh as you pass out
when it's done
and you pay the bill
stumble back on track
and hear the laughing still
crying: it's what you continue to do
when your love falls down without you
the cleaning begins
when you get up off your back
Reality takes firm grip in your mind
the hardening starts
once you have dried your eyes
Finality infects your thoughts now
leaving: seems the only thing to do
when your love twitches, dying beside you
when she's in your Memory -- does it hurt?
The sandstorm
blows right over
my hand which
holds yours
above the confusion
of whirling sands
the hourglass loses its sands
the clock breaks its hands
and we bob to the surface of the deluge
reality arrives
I mold
fair weather
for her,
the aureole
of us
she, the poseur
I, the exposed
travel passively into
ritualistic nirvana
How do you?
I don't.
Simply close my eyes
to dam up the coming
of whitewater rafting.
Sometimes I sink in
the torential outburst.
Flailing, kicking, screaming.
Dreaming.
Of the shoreline.
the three days until
i rise take too long
like Christ i'll stand
my hand outstretched
and again you'll
rebuff my promise
when i'm in the sky
you'll finally know
(your eyes will open
but all i can give
is my abandoned love
for you on the cross)
I cried out for you to stop
the woman turned about
the little girl
she did not
rather she began to skip around
the back of your eyes
And then I'm next to her
just for an enduring instant
until I fall into the
coldness laying beyond the pupil
Little girl jumped in behind me,
you thought it was all a game
The image died together
when our focus went adrift
into the miracle of reality
Better keep your shoes on;
the crystal shards
of my intents and purposes
lay strewn about
like so many unwanted toys
Confusing as it may seem,
it was not i who broke them.
You did.
You broke My Promises for me
and shoved me (like "Daniel)
in the Liar's Den"
Even now as you go on
i can hear Them
gnawing their teeth
in anticipation of tonite
when i must close my eyes again
and become victim to Their
savage attack on my conscious
They bite at my pain
with a series of
guilty, not guilty, guilty
chasing me around
the Liar's Den until
i surface from
the pool of fear
and emit a silent scream
i lay down again
trembling in the covers
knowing light will come
touching my reddened
stinging sockets
when the Sandman returns
No one appreciates
my burden, this gravity,
not Them, not You
For the nightmare repeats
my sorrow and shame
i cry for You again
And My Promises are still broken
When they cheat,
I, too, hide
what is left
When they run,
I, too, wonder:
where and why?
When they hurt,
I, too, recall
I'm not innocent
When they lie,
I, too, ignore
all their explanations
When they use,
I, too, erase
thoughts of them
But when someone tries,
I, too, lie awake
quite excited yet afraid
For when someone loves,
I, too, often stop
to ask: who, me?
And if someone is true,
I, too, cannot help
to hope it's you
And I see you
a broken one too
I return a smile
yet notice that your
eyes pushed the grin
through me and everything
This farce ends abruptly
as you realize that
I've discovered your game
and I play well
"Winner gets next game"
loser of the contest
breaks the cynic chain
to emerge better; you
lose and the next
smile is real, but
mine goes through you
I forced you to lose, to flee, to be
and the victor gets an inverse prize
I choose to leave you forever free
after one last splash in your living eyes
Like a bug in a jar
I run towards the beloved spider
Can't seem to get very far
There seems to be no love inside her
And these poisoned tears
cascade into my heart and from the chains
that keep me here
wishing
wanting
waiting
Yet, in a schitzophrenic moment,
I look at my surroundings
and ponder the decision which
I have still failed to make
Like a bug in a jar
I yearn for you despite my fate
Trying to be where you are
While you innocently watch me suffocate
for you, my lady bug,
in the teardrop well
rest the reminents of
solitary concerts
the gray trunk of mine
sucks up a Mississippi
of my passionate watershed
in a mere several months
yet, it will not run dry
though try Casio might;
the produce will remain
stocked and green as I
for contained within each
deposit and withdrawal
are the dividends, acting
out my promise to you
and I will never reach to
consume your bright wings
rather, I will strike down
those who obstruct your way
lo, I must wait for it;
as the promise is kept
the well has lost purpose,
and liquids are forgotten
when I, the praying mantis, cease
the extraneous mantras once the
promise is fulfilled by the
amalgamation of red, black and green
each wants to be magic
but I wear it out
trying on miracles for
every prospect unearthed
a myriad of connections
(the menagerie of tries)
result in nothing more
than a twisted image of love
"get off" demanded the
bad, the uninvolved
looked on.
the yard Duty
paid no attention to
the power arising.
"hey, jerk" announced a
handful of sand.
it struck my face
and peppered my sight.
"ha-ha" came the cry
as we left for higher ground,
while our counterparts
were washed away to detention
for a week, surrendering
to the Supervisor, who
cared about them and
not of our loss.
Now today
the heat of day returned
and she left me alone
Was it the North Star?
How could you be sure?
It doesn't really matter.
I always treat the one I hold
as though this star were the only one.
Sometime
the luck of the moon
will bless me once again
Will it be the North Star?
How will you be sure?
It won't really matter.
Time will surrender to my love
and then She will make me the only one
One said to the other,
"We don't have to be just sheep."
The other replied,
"We're turtles, silly."
"But you've missed the point."
When trouble had come to pass,
their hearts were split by
ignorance and determination.
The other sighed,
"What goes around, comes around.
I will now become turtle soup."
The one mused,
"As would I, were I not to rebel
against the Sisters of Fate."
He continued on and grieved
for the lack of courage in his friend.
The other gave up, assuming no good could be.
And so, she lost.
We must build
another ark
because Noah forgot one thing
He left behind a
couple of lovers
and there are none today
I know because
the hatewaters
swallow love all too soon
Always continue
treading time
to save out love from flood
so much packed tight
into that tiny place
open it up and
feel emotion spray
Danger:
Do Not Puncture
begs the frail tenant
of my heart
so bleeds my wounds
from your empty eyes
bust it apart and
hear love scream
Caution:
Eye Irritant
observes the exit sign
of my heart
so rough the ride
out of our embrace
abandon me and
see niagra falls
And you won't talk to me anymore.
My words no longer matter.
Impending doom.
I gave chase;
and defined "futile."
Do you remember who I am?
Please understand me:
I don't want to make you.
I don't want to take you.
I don't want to break you.
So, I'll leave you now.
But I just thought you'd be happy with me.
with all the snow
frozen men, frosen hearts
cold friends, icy trends
with all these You struggle
and You know of fire
You've seen me spark
and fed off the light
how do i know
i am the lightning
which started the flame
whose heat You snuggle
it cannot be denied
i am Your nature
warming that soul tonight
Even in this time of floods, i exist
with the water rushing
showing no prejudice at all
the level rising, it's not surprising
that many will lose the vision
but You hold the fire
You've heard me spark
and still kept close
how do i work
just let me grow
near ones that cause You harm
these enemies will lament their decision
to have ever hurt You
For i am Your nature
giving strength to pose
Even in this early stage, i exist
with everyone competing against
their mother, brother, uncle
all the same,sense the shame
have the courage not to run
because You own the fire
and You wield this torch
feel my energy in Your hand
how can i help
You need only want me
think of flame, call my name
once You have: the spell is spun
and havoc wreaked upon the opposition
For i am Your nature
obeying every command
Even in times of exploration,
Even in this age of modernity,
Even as these histories end,
Even when our time fades away,
i exist
eternally
lit for You
in between the dusk and dawn
i awake to find her gone
she never tries to lead me on
she's in control; i'm her pawn
whispers are the way, she said
to keep your nights from being dead
and reclaim your heart once it's bled
if you want me here in bed...
whispers are the way, she said
if you want me here in bed...
whispers are the way
whispers
whispers
whi...sp..ers
i am the one you left for dead
hear my breathing now instead
watch me slither in your bed
you can't deny me 'til i'm fed
sense me
making, planning what's in store
sense me
slipping, being your private whore
i am the one you broke and cursed
sense my lust about to burst
we both know i ain't the first
you can't deny my lovethirst
feel me
banging, knocking on your door
feel me
shivering, shaking; inside once more
the dragonlady, she cries for me
with acid tears that burn
her pain; wet beads
her crime; bad deeds
and she reaches to touch me
she prays
she delays
she stays
and strays
the dragonlady, she tastes of me
in a moment of prison escape
her sex; like steeds
her joy; she breeds
and released her to try again
she prays
she delays
she stays
and strays
We can touch if we want to
place your hand in mine
and if you hold on
I'll take you real far
leaving the whole world behind
We can kick
We can scream
just stay for a while
We can climb
We can dive
just give me your smile
We can laugh if we want to
sling some mud in their eye
Lift up the lid
throw yourself in
'cause there's no reason to cry
We can drink
We can dance
just stay for a while
We can kiss
We can dream
just give me your smile
i am so undeserving
of this wonderful within You
but i sense your interest
and it makes me want to cry
i stand way down below
not that i'm so bad
but because You are that great
i want You to want me
yet it's hard to trust that You do
afterall, why should You?
and it makes me want to cry
will You stop these tears?
will You calm my fears?
will You help me smile?
will You stay awhile?
will You? will You?
will You stay awhile?
but even a flower
strong and proud as you
still needs to be held
adorned with affection
and lavished upon with such love
to enrich your lifesoil
surrounding the beauty of your seed
so, open for me,
take my sunlight inside,
and bask in the glow that is us in this moment
the pace is quickened
as the radar kicks in
runway ahead ignites a faint humming
buzz that tower
the mighty jets of
the space shuttle
are defeaned and ignored
ounce for ounce by
the airborne assault
and soon lands the fly
O, precious little sunflower,
you're not ready for picking;
planted in a fertile bed of dreams
and spreading daylight for the weary.
I know the future holds
the rays of earned success
that transcend us weeds of disappointment
and bring forth the seed of gold within you.
i have already
traveled and tried
waiting for You who are late
i am just
unclaimed baggage
i rot inside
broken and bruised
wasting in this prison of independence
Ah, the visions of You
visited me now and again.
Perhaps in a wistful memory
of opportunities lost
and attempts never made...
i scarcely dared to dream
of holding someone like You.
So perfect in so many ways;
with the kindness of a priest
and the grace of two queens,
with an alluring face
as precious as porcelain,
and a magic sparkle in Your eyes
promising so many things...
And what would i say,
were it that my chance returned?
Probably nothing.
A deer in headlights,
i would want so much to
touch and hold You close,
but i would be...
Waiting...
To feel on my lips
a realization of fantasy;
Your Kiss.
I opened it; empty.
Empty as always.
Ever empty.
Welcome to Black Wednesday.
Welcome to me.
Unwanted.
Unclaimed.
Unloved.
Wholly unnecessary.
I am a mere shadow of a man.
And it is nearing dusk.
lo, the stench
of my blood,
foul and corrupt,
belies the fact
that i am not
yet passed away
just in pain
with the loss
to death of
my best friend
hear me breathing
i need unsheathing
my lust is seething
desires everything
once i saw you, i couldn't help it
had to touch you, inside and out
inside and out
i want you and nothing more
i find you pleasing,
unlike teasing
my soul is freezing
your lust is appeasing
once i touched you, i couldn't help it
had to have you, inside and out
inside and out
i hold you and nothing more
i know your pain, she said
pain?
pain?!
you don't know one tenth
of the hell i live
i tried
i love you, she said
me?
me?!
i am only broken pieces
of a shadow
i loved & i died
though i've yet to see
i know she sits prettiest
when she speaks soft and subdued
revealing a special, unsure tenderness
and what lies ahead?
perhaps a chasm
perhaps a fall
alone again, i can feel her
like a shadow stretched on the lawn;
running from the sun,
she comes closer to me
as time passes by
and what lies ahead?
perhaps a chasm
perhaps a fall
perhaps it all
And I'm faltering
in and out of love
with all the wrong
sparks of glory
I cannot stay and cry
so I'll shove off now
I wish to sail away into
the sunset with you on the bow
then I wouldn't stay awake
to wonder.....would love allow
I want you
its over and
I can't grasp
this tragic loss
And I've faltered
in and out of life
with all the song;
end my story
are the bars
a place to
drown your
fears or do
they make up
your safety rail
perhaps they
are deserving
of a closer
look by you
Though you walk along
masked by this fear,
those with our hands
outstretched believe you ought to
know this:
we stand thinking
hoping
desiring
all the while determined
to see you achieve
the best
a pristine, higher love
for
you
she skips along, my little girl,
on a plane only I can view
until the woman
regains control
and whenever we are talking
I seem to sense her stalking
trying to find in me
what I cannot be
and then I wonder why we play
feelings released
enhancing the night like crickets
faltering love
squandered in doubt
living and learning
free flowing
across visions
of futures lost
callous rehabilitation
my sound butchered in the thickets
Lingering on the cliff;
I saw the edge begin to crumble
into a fine dust
which the people down below
never felt
yet breathed
The ore was east to disseminate
from the Crowd constantly
bumbling about
nothing
which never changed
the plight:
my view of you is superb
though the edge crumbles
as if my gaze
burned rock
Your would not climb,
so I had to fall for you
Since abandoning the top, I
have never felt
yet bleed
smiles escape the horror held within
a collage of wandering dreams
forging a
natural beauty
fly, precious butterfly, soar away
out of the dead collection
black leather
removed
And there I stand
observing her rebirth
an individual soul
reentering our realm
of its own accord
And there I stand
the blazing star leaves a void
of space, the vacuum
into which I fall
she doesn't look back
she is standing, now
where I had once been, facing a new direction
has this crossroad darkened me?
wait, can you see me?
--no, I see Nothing