Aug 15, 2007
inspired by lucid dreamer/poetess: soulless
He walks each day
from his dreams to hers
he really has no other choice-
fearful of the scenes
he might find her in, not knowing,
if tonight he would lose her
to ghosts that plague
her subconscious.
(Tonight she dreams
of her corpse hanging from
the acacia trees, time sobbing
from beneath the branches)
Perhaps it is out of these dreams
that our own ghosts walk amongst us
and listen to us sleep-talk, those
unguarded utterances woven from
sinew strands of lives that must take shape
despite the fact that we see them
waving at us and we
never wave back.
Labels: dreams, philosophy, poetry
May 13, 2007
"Destiny is in your hands."
It was right after graduation when
I heard it from a fortune teller,
my silver quickly disappearing into
the darkness of her robe before
I could snatch it back. I started
telling her to at least fool me a bit
but she cut me off by closing the flap
over the gaping mouth of the carnival tent.
I looked on silently as she
called out to the night sky,
arms raised gracefully,
catching slivers of
moonshine in her hair-
softly spun strands of
shimmering magic lengthening
then weaving itself into visions
in my palm as her fingertip traced
the lines to the edges of my hand where
it went on to transform into glowing
strings tied to things I have touched:
pencils, clutched tightly through exams,
books, held both with wonder and boredom,
chalks, crumbling into powder as my
teachers wrote about the hands of
mothers cradling us to sleep,
fathers guiding our first steps,
classmates hi-fiving each other in hallways,
friends pulling us up or embracing us
so our lifelines entangle in knots-
leaving imprints of each other,
plaiting futures into any path
we may wish to follow.
Apr 27, 2007
While waiting for the sun,
your keyboard speaks for you
as my eyes become ears that
crinkle at corners whenever
I hear you come in.
We strolled on moonlit screens,
walking around with fingers rather than feet,
eagerly leading and following
each other through a labyrinth
of thoughts and dreams.
I no longer get lost here,
ever since you started
leaving soul-crumbs on the ground
so I can easily find you once
we exit toward a place
where I can chase the sun
toward the world's end,
where I can close my eyes
and still be able to hear you
speak my name.
Apr 1, 2007
We searched for answers,
flipping through back pages,
turning words into thoughts
then thoughts into memories.
We strained to hear the wisdom
that did not belong to us... yet,
its silent echoes evading us
in the locker lined hallways.
We craned our necks,
to see lessons brought to life
then scratched our heads,
frowning at the unfamiliar penmanship
of promises etched in marble slabs
constantly reminding us to
chase dreams until we find
the door--
where we now stand,
reaching out to turn the knob,
our hands steady as
the world unravels,
unfurling like the diplomas we earn
with our pens and tongues,
revealing the simple truth that
there is no one answer for everything.
turning words into thoughts
then thoughts into memories.
We strained to hear the wisdom
that did not belong to us... yet,
its silent echoes evading us
in the locker lined hallways.
We craned our necks,
to see lessons brought to life
then scratched our heads,
frowning at the unfamiliar penmanship
of promises etched in marble slabs
constantly reminding us to
chase dreams until we find
the door--
where we now stand,
reaching out to turn the knob,
our hands steady as
the world unravels,
unfurling like the diplomas we earn
with our pens and tongues,
revealing the simple truth that
there is no one answer for everything.
[wrote this for my yearbook, it's still a working draft,
hopefully I'll be done editing this piece soon
to meet the deadline for submission]
hopefully I'll be done editing this piece soon
to meet the deadline for submission]
Labels: dreams
