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#Is it all a dream?

“He’ll be sorry he’s so disrespectful by

not showing any fear when I came near.

 

Shoot him in the head until he’s dead,”

Gary said.

 

I pulled the trigger and one .44 slug left my

gun in flames with murder as its intent.

 

Why’d I do that I asked myself as I

pointed the gun at Gary’s head and said,

 

“You’re insane.” Pulled the trigger and the

fiery bullet didn’t have his name on it and missed.

 

I hid my head in shame when the gas pumps

erupted into flames.

 

Lit by flickering flames, Gary’s face began to

stretch into an evil grin as the pumps exploded.

 

Heat in waves rolled over our car and Gary’s smile

melted right off his face.

 

Happy to see him die, I fled the flaming car.

Who put me in that car and who gave me a gun?

 

I’ll never know, but I was certainly there in the midst

of despair and thought it wasn’t fair that I was there.

 

Though afraid, I killed a man and because it all happened

in a dream doesn’t mean I’m not guilty, I think,

 

because the world I dreamed in, is as real as  this one.

When I sleep, will the police from there come for me?

 

If I’m sentenced to the electric chair and the clock strikes

the time for me to walk the last mile, will I die there and here?

 

Fantasies and Dreams

My friend brings a smile to my face when she comes

into my place and fills the space with a heavenly glow

that flows into my soul.

 

The day seems brighter and the air lighter. Her eyes blaze

with secrets only she knows, I suppose and  wonder if her

eyes are so bright because they’re resting on me.

 

I don’t dare make it known to her or anyone else how my dreams are

filled with images of her. To try to fulfill my fantasies could mean

I’d be misunderstood and she’d no longer be my friend

 

At times it’s hard to stop my arms from embracing her so she’d

feel the love I have for her, but that love must remain unknown,

or I’d never succeed to fill my need to see her when I have the need.

 

I’ll search for another, maybe a mother, to find comfort in her whispered

words that’ll bring a smile to my redeemed face when like a miracle

she appears and makes my day brighter and the air lighter.

 

I’ve locked up my emotions all these years, because I’m a dreamer and know

they will cease to flow and the brighter light will be put out like a flame in

the rain if I allow my feelings to escape the prison they’re in.

 

They’ll crush the smoldering embers of my desires. My dreams of her can

never come true because if they do, I understand that by a wave of her hand,

my heart will quiver, stutter and stammer, and my love will evaporate like a

dew drop on a sunny summer day.

 

I had a dream last night

Matter

Life is but a stopover so it doesn’t matter if you don’t feel all right about the evil you see or the thoughts you have because all that matters is that we’re able to see anything at all. I learned this in a dream last night while berating myself for having such evil thoughts about a friend of mine when God came and showed me the entire universe was constructed with little pieces and to be able to observe any part at all was a privilege given to only a few. So no matter how bleak life may seem, we‘re privileged to be able to see what we’re all a part of. I have to believe the evil I see is only an illusion and it doesn’t really matter.