The Cycle

Potential Loss
Seen As A Gift
A Gift Of Time
To Reminisce
To Slam The Doors
And Slit The Wrists
Of Hope And Love
Which Won't Exist

But What's It Like
To Be Alone
Alive At All
Or Merely Stone
In It To Lose
A Life On Loan
A Heart Will Break
Just Like A Bone

True Love Is Blind
Unlike The Host
But Eyes Can't See
Love Like A Ghost
A Car Of Two
Will Never Coast
But Breaking Down
Will Hurt The Most

Another Fight
A King Is Crowned
A Real Winner
Is Never Found
The Loudest Scream
Won't Make A Sound
When Rocks Can Die
And Fish Can Drown

Will It Be Real
Or A Mistake
It Must Be Real
If It Can Break
Love In A Lie
Love That Is Fake
Is Loathe And Love
For Lovers Sake

With Nothing Left
There's Nothing Wrong
It's No Surprise
That Love Is Gone
Without The Love
Without The Song
The Hopeful Love
Can Not Belong

But Two Will Try
And Two Will Kiss
The Two Will Hug
The Two Will Miss
The Two Still Fail
To Make Love's List
So Back To One
Without The Risk

That's The Cycle
The Way It Goes
What Is The Point?
Love Only Knows
Many Will Try
The Cycle Grows
But Reads The Same
And Only Shows:


Potential Loss
Seen As A Gift
A Gift Of Time
To Reminisce
To Slam The Doors
And Slit The Wrists
Of Hope And Love
Which Won't Exist

The Dream Stream

It is said that a dream is the unconscious mind's attempt to solve a problem that the conscious mind can not; however dreams rarely make an adequate amount of sense. Can a valid course of action be derived out of outlandish visions occurring in one's mind? Dreams are also labeled as random acts of unaware creativity happening during sleep, but are dreams random or do they possess a modicum of logic? Do dreams foreshadow desires of the soul? Or does the soul fabricate situations to provide us with plans for resolving conflicts? What about when we dream of murdering a best friend? Can a dream such as this relay plausible information to a distressed mind, or is it merely entropy?

People dream every night and most times dreams are vivid, and many dreams are a remarkable visual simulation, an enhanced replication of real life. Dreams can not be pointless or we would not have them. Dreams have proved to be helpful. Remember that multi-million dollar blockbuster with an even grander sequel about a robot sent back in time? Terminator was born one night in bed when the future director had a financial success in the form of a nightmare. So dreams can definitely serve a purpose and not just in the form of a movie, but in different forms that transcend ideas. Good dreams are wholesome and comforting. They provide some with center and purpose, and to some they provide a general direction or indication that everything is going to be okay. Dreams can provide tranquility via prosperous thought and attitude, like a therapy treatment.

Maybe dreams are like exercise for our imagination's, maybe while we dream our brain is being conditioned and creativity is working out. Dreaming is natural so it must be healthy. If we expand our minds maybe we can fathom that we have all been here and done this before. Could that explain deja vu?  Maybe dreams invented deja vu, or did deja vu invent dreams?

The Unwanted

It only takes something
Until you have nothing,

And are left of earth
Alone and hurt,

That you can receive
Everything you deserve...

Whether it be good or bad
It's nothing you've never had,

But at least it will be something
And then it will be nothing -

-Gone in a flash!

But it will be solitude
And render you vein in all you do,

Then will your soul be correct?
Destruction is being a reject.

-So don't go for.

Lay down your armor
And never charm her,

But don't outcast the dormant
Take on their persona

-But you can't conform it.

They are not seeking attention
They just hate all they get,

They are not crying aloud
They're not in a depression fit,

They just exist
In initiative never lit.

They hurt without humor
They suffer without consent,

Their need owes the money
But they can't justify the rent,

They are the puzzle piece
That doesn't ever fit

-And they are not seeking attention!

...Because their pain is hid.

They are merely and alone.

Deemed...

THE UNWANTED.