Dreams

When we are young

We create a fantasy

For how our future

Should become

The older we get

The less hope we

Have if that dreams

Hasn’t come even close

To any realization

We become trapped by other

People’s dream and the eventually

Consume us

And we are lost of track…

The Great Quest for Reality

I had this feeling of losing

Grip of reality

It seemed like reality had its

Benefits and deficits

The question is what is what

Dreaming is one level

True but mercurial disappearing

In the morning light

Only leaving slightly contours of memories

The repetitive world of every day

Is very much an illusion

When we leave it behind is just gone

Like a dream

Therefore my question is

What is reality and when is it really

Reality?

Conclusions

I live in the night

I die in the day

When the light

Is hard and bright

Crushing every brittle bone

Giving no inner light

Just work to be made

Dues to be paid

Breakthrough

The morning breaks

With a violent scream

The silence left us

Together with our dreams

Scared and lost

To our everyday universe

Of work and deprivation

From our life sources

The material that materialize

Into us and our beds

Another Dream

Then came the waves

Huge piles of water

Moving out of the ocean

Flooding the lawn

A lot of things came

Flying

I caught a kite

And gave it to

My older children

Warning them

That my wife

Was conspiring against me

They listen but

Did not believe me

So I left

Realising

That under the summersun

I had to find another place

To live and thrive

A Night Full of Action

Traveling in my dream

I learned that my wife

Had changed our house

To a small cranky appartment

Where a relative to Saddam Hussein

Used to live

He had hidden a lot of gold there

She found it and shared it

With her arab lover/ helper

Called Ahmad

She despised him

But needed the money

To get rid of me

Leaving me in the flat

I tried to warn my children

They did not understand

Dreamers

I live in my dreams

The daytime is just

A temporary nightmare

Surviving the morning and the

Night

Always on the way

Back to the reality,

My dreamworld

The fourth night

I could not take it anymore
Eating pills and drinking
Did not help
The angels had told me Gods will
And I just had to obey
Living others life at night
And my own life at the day
What an awful way to spend ones
Time feeling other peoples pain

They Are You

Midnight hits hard

All the nightmares

Are here

Remembering you about

The other people’s war

But now

They are inside your head

You are them

They are you

Sharing the mind

A collective memory

In your dreams

Being the receiver

Is painful and cruel

All those stories

In your head

People screaming, suffering and dying

While you are in bed

Night after night

Please relieve me

From being me