The moon's pale glow fades memories
As time's relentless wheels cascade
Daymares haunt the traveler's path
Passing in life's swift aftermath
Brief moments slip, skip, and flip
Amidst all the emptiness it envelopes
To Submit to the whims of the unknown
Seeking to even the uneven
Life carousel turn round and round
Tilting the fate of humanity to her knees
Each twist and turn birthing new stories
Entangled in various webs of destinies
Every man with his own cross
Weighing heavy on his back
In his search of a meaning to this chaos
Seeking clarity to the cluster of entanglements
In the depths of his uncertainty
Lies a darkness buried within
Embracing his inner true self
Through the trials and tribulations
His inner man longs for solitude
But his life is beyond savage
Beyond the rhetoric of a better ‘morrow
Just a pale memory under the fading moon
The only normal family is abnormal.
Do we have daymares?
Thinking is a soliloquy of the mind.
Do you really think Jack and Jill only wanted a pail of water?
To be great is to be misunderstood.
Some people must dream to balance those who don’t.
I am entombed by the landscape of my mind.
Don’t live in a sand castle hoping the tide will stay out.
It’s hard to be an odd person in an even world.
Why is common sense so uncommon?
Your perception of reality may not be real.
The wave does not have to look for the water.
Life is making sense out of nonsense.
Is insight the opposite of outsight?
Are the colors of the trees the colors you see?
Is the opposite of disgruntled, gruntled?
We are always giving our attention to something.
Don't be conspicuous about being inconspicuous.
Is what’s behind your front in front of your back?
Isn’t nothing, something?
When Devils Dream “Daymares” of LOVE, and LIFE
Dance around the Corpse of a once Forgotten ; LOVE
Licking, Tears of Death , Dancing to Music of the Fife
Their tridents burn the Pathway to Glory of Heaven Above
When Demons Dream “Daymares” of Sorrow and “ Death “
Their Joy Lives : FOREVER, when YOU Breathe YOUR last “Breath”
I LOVE YOU, ALL : My Family; POETRYSOUP, a Family Longed for
Since My YOUTH : Your Loyal Liege, ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG
They would probably be called “Daymares”
And the Devil will Dance with the Wolf mares
And the Wolf Mares in Moonlight, Dance with Mankind
We close our Eyes, and turn away “to the “ HEAVEN “ We are Blind
YOURS ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG ( Harry )
To Be Continued
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