From the Dark Annals of My Dreams

It was a suburban neighborhood.  I was exiting one or another house, and as I did so, she walked to make her entrance.  I was unsure if she was going to feign an unawareness of my presence.  At first it seemed that way.  It was then impossible.  But I was distracted, which I counted as some advantage, some protection.  When I confronted her to greet her not knowing how I should do that, I saw her eyes see mine.

I can fly in my dreams.  It's a regular thing.

I had that business that distracted me, but I flew up and out and around a tree.  When I came back, like some boomerang, she was walking away.  I threw a tantrum where I ripped the trees apart like a scythe, cutting swaths of them with my anger as I spun.

When I woke up, I meant to remember it.

The More Better

I was a man back when

I should have been a kkid

Hitting sticks and skipping bricks

Family god gave me and god gave good.

Stiil, I missed that innocence

For me I wanted only good

I wanted my mom to love my dad

She did. He was in jail, loveless.

I used to fear it was a curse

That I would repeat the mistakes

My ancestors did; have children

And show them how to Hate.

I am still a child

Barely a man. I have

scores to settle before

I can give in to youth

The weak weak ways of

Hate and Jealousy, even

Complacency and a two

week vacation to make sense of it.

See, what happened to me

I can't forget in two weeks

I choose the hardest path

before I betray my loves: