Month: May 2017

Mind Trip

Mind Trip

Welcome the darkness into my soul

Awaken in me the twilight of my being

Do not say that I can not belong

I was born to be a creature of the night

My dreams are the stuff that nightmares

Are made of.

I belong to that unconscious affliction

The one that others choose to ignore

That believe are an occurrence of delusions

The horrors of despair and dread

The angst, the revulsion of perdition

This is my plea, my utopia my reverie

My flight, a figment of my imagination

As I lay here in my padded room

Waiting for my mind trip to begin again.

How Do You Know?

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as it passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?