shed this skin

Time to shed this skin
again, no real purpose
except to lose myself in amongst the wild
so the rain washes away what was  
celebrated, as others
see how I was formed

I will paint my skin black and tremble
set for my first earthquake
after years of being
much less than humble

be benched

Outside of
two years ago
sitting on a side bench
along a wall in a hallway  
I observed Mercedes in conversation
I hadn’t seen her since years before
Is she grander? 
loftier
I sensed we were the dream
as her tête-à-tête ended
she began to make her way over to me
to greet her, I found myself standing
searching for words 
mirroring my emotions
first thought “I love you” or 
maybe something else
more true than truth
as she reached me, out of my mouth 
with great warmth
looking directly into her 
“I miss you”
these words were complete
Mercedes was about to join me
on the bench to catch up on time passed
she then held on to the sides of her dress 
as it seemed to fill up with air
fully inflated, she floated away

my dream in white

bring me more peace and serenity
bring me some toys
suspend me
down from your heavens
bring me more sweets
bring me some joy
down from your heavens
float me
bring me no noise
then let me rest
 

black shooter

The television series "The Shied" was real gritty but make believe. Maybe there are a few too many guns in this world, from big world Cities to tiny less talked about Islands.

psychic one

It's not often the clock happens to read 1:11 when you get out of bed on the 11th day of the month.