Beautiful Nightmares

Over worked imaginations of a fine tuned mind of several misunderstanding thoughts that were dreams that changes daily like the seasons. I can't explain it; Its an emotional dreamer with shared thoughts that is expressed through poetic forms. Sometimes its turned into tears that hit the paper, call it my poetry over flow. Always wondered how far I could and will go, not wanting the limits to be the sky, maybe Pluto. Touching stars along the way and maybe some hearts of those who will listen. Showing me some type of love, I'm lacking. Some dream of the sunrise and cannot see the beauty behind the sun. The moon is just waiting for its time to shine. Time is'nt forgotten or lost within the tide. nothing more to hide besides the washed up dreams that turn into beautiful nightmares, lost dreams that seems to be absorbed by the stars. And observed by on lookers; watchers that watch and wait for things taken. Their schemers of stolen dreams and its not their fault because of who they are. Perfection comes hard even for dreamers. Just keep moving like the water under the bridge leaving trails of thoughts, bubbles rising to the top. Trapped in other visions. Vivid gifts transformed and misused. I often feel abused but from those who are chosen. Burnt offerings in a crystal ash tray, slow burning, thoughts going up in smoke choking images easily misunderstood but its clear. Choke on the truth, cough up what matters most not counting the lies. You know your wrong coming up with excuses its constant you're hurting inside. Coming to the people you know who shows the love "Im sorry", missing their true thoughts. What are you searching for? No fear along side of mercy. Not concern with the things that could hurt me, Im just me man enough to take in my personal pain. Assuming my position of who Im going to be in this lifetime. Drying tears from my eyes. I love dreaming of my passionate beautiful nightmares.