My DREAMS

​Sometimes I cave in to my dreams -
The intense ones, 
Until about midday.

My best dream yet - I awoke mid-film with tears -
The little letters in envelopes sent from my heart 
To another dimension with love.
It was about the black ones ruling our society,
A charismatic iron fist,
Kings too emotional to be fit,
Resolutions decided with nuclear holocaust.
The drama was about reality 
And what it really is.
Life has meaning.
We have to dry up those tears everyday.

Like a Trojan horse,
Some dreams come from an enemy world
Concealed as good vibrations.
Often I conquer - but often I’ve lost.
Those nightmares fill my mind all day.
I’m pinned to a wall -
My eyes are all blacked out with oil.

I work for a living,
Nighttime is my second shift.
I drink the Kool-aid of other worlds through a straw,
And the moon taps the collapsing and composing 
Dimensions that take up the gray pink matter of my brain.

Where the white horse and the black horse gallops
I am mounted - riding for a mission.
Take me to the land where magic reigns free.
I still see with shut eye.
Dreams are about reality
And what it really is.
Life has meaning.
We have to rule with love.