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

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

Getting Lost

To wiggle thorough existens

To get lost somewhere

Another bar, library, beach

Anywhere for the peace of mind

Closing the eyes

And enjoy

Monsters

Fighting unlikely monsters at night

In my mind

They have strange shapes and forms

No peace of mind

And speaks my language

Only agony remains here

The end not in sight

That’s it

But not quite

Hollow creatures

Moving up and down

The walls of my cell

Prisoner of the mind

Chained to a surreal reality

That might exist

Or 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

Chimera

Night is here again

Filled with dreams

Vague memories of

Past wars

All lost

Passes by, it is almost

Over now

Life passes by

Like everything

Quick shimmering

Light

The Boy

Once I was

A happy young man

Being a fool and

Dropping out of school

Traveling the world

Met rich and poor

I opened many closed

Door

Sensing my limits

I met this beautiful girl

From home out there

In the world

I stood there

Naked and gay

In front of her

High as a kite

She told me

I love you

Just the way You are

Just do not Take it too far

And that was the way it had to be

Some but not to much

I started to wither away

All my dreams grow old

And in the end there was

Not much left

I had gone old

The children had left

For school

Lonely and lost

I had to find

New dreams

Overworked

Tired

I will not save you

Crowds

The crowds of the city

Has left their dwellings

Moving around in

Disciplined groups

Up and down,

Round and round

Bumping into each other

Fighting for space

Life is slow,

Everything seems to be

Permanent

Locked in rigid patterns of

Existence

Illusions are fine

They are like wine

You drink and enjoy until you

Wake up with an headache

Realising that most of your

Life was a dream

Wasted on the altar

Of ideas and dreams

 

Empty spaces

 

In between us

There are small secret rooms

Not visible to others

Rooms where we meet

At night

Sharing our most inner

Thoughts and dreams

Dreams that grows from

The final hope of a better world

Sharing and caring

Outside the cold daylight view

While we move around the market, street

Or prayer house

Where we are strangers every day

To one another