Poem-A-Day: Day 36

Dream Warrior

try as I might,
there was no more fight left
     in me.
and while I touched the stars
on cloudy days,
reaching up past streetlights
and broken wishbone collars,
I still have yet to make sense
     of me.
sadly I’m mistaken
often, for other people,
     for myself,
or just in general.
dangling wild-eyed
and phantasmagorically
over the cliffs
     of my
own self pity, doubt,
seemingly endless shadows stalking
every step I take.

I suppose I wouldn’t trade
the horrors
     in my
nightmares
for the best Scotch in town,
but I would trade the angels
     in my
daydreams
for the chance to dream
     of you.

Poem-A-Day: Day 10

Everything In-Between

Carefully searching for thoughts,
combing the stalks of deserted dreams
adorning a furrowed brow.
The landscape belies a life
that has, and will have been;
a playful escape from reality
and its clever attempts at distraction.
Destruction wrought reverie
galloping on gilded steeds
with lance in hand, dust in tow,
spearheading another crazy idea
that is just so crazy,
that it may actually work this time.
Insanity is, and always will be
the best form of entertainment televised.
Vision, regrettably leading nowhere,
but pleasing to those, eyes
haunting every waking nightmare
not easily woken.
A life carefully searching
for thoughts, forethought,
and everything in-between.