Up to Sleep

Goodnight Midnight

kiss my dreams

awake

tonight.

Brightly eyed

covering a

gravitational

pulling

levitating

slowly as

my star

glows

dim

to shine

amongst a

fleet of

starship troopers

warped into

my

frontal lobes

speeding

pressures

to press

overdrive.

Nope!

My own

airlifting

at my speed.

Stretching to

push through

the exigency

of Newton’s law…

floating astronauts

finds

nobody

without an oxygen

suit.

Breathe…

releasing out

toxicity

Gas

deflating

the body

to be

situated

back to

bed

resting

easy

with a

straightforward

Head

under

the pillow.

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Sailing Away

Nerves

running

and

ruining

the insides

no longer

hiding

or

playing

peek-a-boo

it’s the truth

lurking and jerking

the mind

to fall back

behind

in the present

moment

fading

away

from

sunrise to sunset.

Uplifting

in boring

waves

of

motivational

quotes

overflowing

frustration

sinking the

boat

to sail

in any destination.

Touche

Anchors Away!

Swaying

back and forth

between the

shore

to

shootout

trajectories

labeled

fatal

Boom!

Emotional

explosions filled

the air in fireworks

rowing far

from the

shoreline

in

time

to not

return.

Hit’em Hard

A fighter

inside and out

each muscle

used

without a doubt

there’s

doubt.

Putting on the

gloves

Hit, Hit, Kick, Hit,

no pain

no gain

sweating thru

each bit

of grump

magnifying

the trumpet

to hear

“She Will Win!”

Defeating the

enemy

within

killing the

opponent

in the ring…of the bell

next round

drink and exhale.

Ready…Let’s Go

more rounds for

the opponent

to hit the floor.

Candle Nights

Fireworks

from the cloud

glisten bright

in your

eyes

to different

attitudes

to conclude

your

attentiveness

for my

affection

in

lessons

to elevated

higher

in mediation

with

you…poof

in a quick

spark

to disappear

out of my

element.

Connecting

the dots

to burn

the fuses

to let go

of spectacular

night shows

in showers

of luminous

glows

from a

flammable

blowout

up in

smoke

to stop

the fusion

before

affixing

to an ignitable

wick

embedded

to be

lite

alone.

Fast Spin

Flossing

gem

spinning

color wheels

of BlackBerry

motivations

caught up

lying and laying

to

intertwine

falsehood

of brotherly

love

squeezing

out faded

woven

shreds

to

decorations

of mess

on the

floor

locked up

stuck.

Young buck

followed

around

as a sniffing

pet

to substain

lively hood

writing

on walls

He Could’ve Been

WHO?

Inking out

from the

inside out

in rehabilitation

released on

polluted soil

to petal

wheel spins

in the grave.

Swing and Missed

A hidden

treasure

secluded

to

shine

jeweled

ears

listening to

singing

birds

absorbing

the scent

of fresh cut

grass

sneezing

to allergies

stuck

habitually

to

elbows bent

and

arms cross

to the

chest

of

watery

brown eyes

wide to

greenery

close

to reach

wide

to

the nose

in

full view

scenery

dwelling

in the

Bunckers.

Chip away

to

swing

hard

and

missed

over

in

errors

never

getting the hole point.