WARNING: May contain strong suggestive themes.
Colliding thoughts tickle my Mandelbrot(ic) dream before I sleep.
I get so close to being with you and they take me away, every day when I wake.
Some day, they’ll be a place we pray that the light constantly shines to mark the pathway we are suppose to make.
Stand behind me. Paint a picture in front of me.
Colliding rhythms to a subtly rolling, futuristic paradise.
( It’s in the way that we lay )
Talk is cheap, so minus your one up.
It’s additional to the constructive Devil’s advocate.
Be careful what you say. Because people go crazy.
We are savages, releasing my animus.
These are not words, these are calluses.
* *© 2017, 2020 S.D. McKinley
Exercise the passenger.
You’re flicking nightmares at me. I never saw the light at the end.
The monster that runs after me.
But just know he forever stands behind your door.
Don’t test me. Don’t put a spell on me. I’m not yours.
Prince of palaces feasts on a holiday, while I’m locked in a proverbial cage.
Pound the walls, you say? Cup run over, then cup run dry.
Do I live in a dream. Do I live in a lie?
Dead once, dead twice, dead three times – WE CRY!
Lost and found in the fire. Shiny weaponry, shiny possessionry.
It was given by the creator.
Now, I’m the same person and the the memory is remaining.