Holidays '08

A home movie I made... Enjoy!

Dystopia Redeemed

Encase my heart with silver sheen and bend

the discord in my bruised and battered soul.

The bureaucratic suit and tie bleeds ink

to endlessly coerce unfound belief.

The children cry in blips and bleeps amend

the circuitry as dark and hard as coal.

Whose craftsmanship is this, who makes us think?

When he looks at us does he gnash his teeth?

Zero and one, I am the user’s pawn.

Zero and one, oh how we long for dawn.

 

 

Absolve my mind from twisted tangled roots

And pour the sun into my lifeless leaf.

The Iris blooms within a three trunked tree

And gushes rain into my open mouth.

The children laugh as dancing blades and shoots.

Infectiously planting soothing belief

in an unseen gardener next to me.

Ransom is our body from sinful south

Breath in breath out, I am the planters son

Breath in breath out, the holocaust is done.

 

 

The demise of sleep in the human being can drive one mad. Laying restlessly in a bed is a physically manifested oxymoron derived from the brain. Like all things there rests a deeper truth and cause to unrest. A lost love, the rain cloud of failure, or old lunch meat can drive us to red eyes and achy bones. Overwhelming loneliness and paranoia plague the awkward hours. Even the night noises seem to cease. The house breathes in and out as if a Poe story has come to life. The sun is an unwelcome invader. For man lusts for the darkness, but like a loveless marriage he despises it. I find it odd that more than often someone exclaims, "Wake up" or calls someone a dreamer as if it were a felony. Sleep and dreams are what keep us alive. We must refuel the heart and soul, lest we walk a shadowland. A dead world full of shells. 

Escape the Empty world. SLEEP...DREAM.