Writing My Emotions

Under your spoiled and selfish nature; I suffer, Quick to receive, Reluctant to give, Blinded by the wholesome surface, Brimming underneath with darkness, Your embrace both poisons and possesses me, Catching a glimpse of the shadows, Tempts my curiosity to a peak, There is no black or white, Only several shades of gray, When it comes to your twisted mind, You promise and you assure, You break and you sidestep, I give you an out, Yet you lie to my face, Days ending with tears and frustration, Hopes crushed and scattered, Grains of sand in the wind, Another let down, Another crack in my heart, My patience is wearing thin.

I went on a walk last night, It just happened to be in my dreams, My journey began when I watched as Thor arrived, On Iceland Airlines with his followers in tow, I skated to meet this honorable giant, On a thick slab of ice, various shades blue, Yet I wore no blades upon my feet, Hitting fast forward the next thing I know, I'm smelling the pungent undergrowth and tasting the sweet mist, Plopped in the center of the jungle, Sitting on a worn purple couch, I'm surrounded by friends and a transvestite with style, Eddie Izzard is his name, Comedy his foreplay, I saw my mother in there somewhere, As I walked from one dream to the next, Funny it is to see the dead, Not remembering until you wake, In between those fuzzy moments, They are as real as you and me, When time pauses it seems, As I left those dreams behind, Continuing my walk back toward reality, I couldn't help but shake the sand from my ears, Pondering what I had seen.