
“home invasion” 8.18.2018
hostile dreams
haunt these
my lonely days
of this existence
among the people
who occupy the spaces
like so many chess pieces
I am long tired of the game
I can not seem to win
lose, or stalemate
or even more
move off this board,
endless gambits
my mind is on fire, no, it is at war
if I can not find rest
in my sleep
wherever will I find it?
when I’m dead?
hostile dreams,
as of late
they infiltrate
my perimeter
my daily thoughts
a train wreck
my horoscope
hostile dreams
they penetrate
my fortitude
my fortress
lays in ruins
not from attrition
but from the constant grind
of never ending erosion
exploiting the cracks
I have left –
the signatures of my neglect
hostile dreams
they have overrun the walls
hardly a pause
my resistance
is merely whisked away
my army
forgotten
in their space
empty armor husks
strewn about like so much relics
less steel than one step from dust
hostile dreams
they permeate
saturating my pores
stretch the air
the stench
overwhelms my nose
I can not escape
sensory overload
I have lost
the will
the will to fight,
so,
now I lay me down to sleep
overwhelmed
by these hostile dreams.
musical choice ?
my dying bride – the cry of mankind
one of the worst band names in history… one of the best bands ever… many a night or a time they have been my muse, my drowning, my immersion, I like this song because it is like a hypnotic meditation (with the constant sound in the background from beginning to end lulling you into contemplation or maybe sorrow… or maybe both, the world is not always cotton candy and apple pie… I would love for it to be so, so sometimes even optimism needs to sleep, for a time)