Hidden Dream

The dream is still here

Strong and vibrant

Hidden somewhere

Deep inside

Were it is still warm

Away from the frosty winter

That kills all the hope

Disoriented

When living

Life itself is

Creating pain

Inside me all the

Disappointments of

Being unable to

Achieve any of my dreams

I am still here in the north

Disoriented of directions

Dreams Matters

The will to live is strong

So strong

Maybe it will

Triumph

Or not

Never mind

The end is so near

I don’t mind h

Here in the underworld

Dreams turns into

Matter

The Metaphysics of a Dream

The dream is always there

However hopeless,

Even if it looks like a dirty

Poster on the floor in the subway

Trampled by hundreds of boots

I am still here above all that

And slowly we come together

Again and again

Like a strange dance

On a grey Sunday morning

Naked Boy

Being naked in the city

Is not that pleasant

Not in January

At least

My friend told me

I woke up one day

In a dark alley

And had to look

For my clothes

At least some

Rags or a plastic bag

To cover me

People laugh or ignored me

Eventually I manage to

Sneak in a take the subway

Home to my dreadful suburb

And just as the train passed

The bridge

I woke up soaked in sweat

Not a pleasant dream

But at least I know

What to do if I wake up

Naked in a dark alley

Night Fights

The long dark night is here

Agony and fear being present

Waking me up

In the hour of the wolf

Half awake

I am in my bed and cannot run

Freezing in panic

While the monster

Approaches

Opening my eyes

To face the end

But all I see is

The empty void

Of every day life

The dark room and

The warm balmy air

Surrounding me

Telling me not to fear

What is not

Silenced Voices

The things you once

Dreamed of cannot become

True anymore

They will remain

An unspoken dream

In your mind forever

Coming back to haunt

Your dreams at night

Asking impertinent

Questions