Thy Dreams Manifest in Waking

To sleep, perchance to dream... Ay, there's the rub.
But thy dreams manifest in waking? Who
Would not scramble at that blesséd event?
Not I. For I need not scramble. In sleep,
Awake, am I not satisfied? Forsooth,
In all my mind, all states, she is not more than
A movement of the hands, the brief brain spark
And lo! There appears she in mind or fact.
Nay, I need not imagine. Dreams made real
Have been in my one life all of the while.

Hey There, Sunshine, Lift My Heart

The world has stopped turning and the

Sun has kept on burning and he

Illuminates one side of the world

When the members of the universe

Feel the need of warmth in earnest

They move themselves back into the light

Hey there, sunshine, lift my heart.

For when the darkness has to start

Grab it, heat it, kill it off

And leave my body behind

But something's tainted, something's wrong

For the sun sickens me, its not strong

Enough to blot out the blackness

And when the light begins to fade

I'll have realized that it's too late

For the light to have done anything at all

Hey there, sunshine, hearts to mend

For when the darkness has to end

Grab them, heat them, and kill again

But leave their bodies behind

Author's Notes

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Inspired by a status message set by a friend at CalTech.

Slip

The girl who walked in

Flashed me an open smile

And then she embraced me

For a little while.

In those slender moments

I had sensed she called

To start another hunt

So I began to crawl...

The world is a stage

Upon which we stand

On every single day

For every single man.

My stage stops for you

And my heart begins to beat.

I reach out my hand

To sweep you off your feet, but

I miss----

The tendons of your wrist

I heard----

The sounds of the Earth

Just rip----

As you slide past my grasp;

Not for the first time,

You slip.

You walk away as I

Mumble parting words

And a ray of light

Pulls you from the herds.

All the other students

You struggle on through them.

You hide your beauty,

A rose closed on a stem.

We fly----

Past the point at which

We tried----

To grasp one another and

I spied----

That same fleeting glance and

Same feeling I get

When I slip.

Please don't let me lose you

Please don't walk on by

I don't want to see that

The chase was just a lie

Please don't walk on by...

Just reach----

Out to my palm and

My speech----

Will become ever strong

And free----

Will our emotions be as

The world stops around us

And we slip----

Our bodies become smothered

And kiss----

Embraced by one another

In bliss----

United by a bond that

Was formed when we let go

And slipped.

Fencing

A roll of fencing

Lies dormant in my back yard;

It sits and it wonders why

It left its post at the gate.

And it cries out in pain from

The rust it now carries

From years of rotting 'neith

Many volleys of rain.

It knows where it will be

Not many days from now,

As the bed of the truck is empty

And it will be transported somehow.

But I can see clearly the

Landscape it once blocked,

And I wondered why I hadn't

Removed it long before.

Eulogy to Wanderlust

When time began to rip a hole inside

Of all the men on Earth, he left a want

Within the brain which once had been kept warm

The men, unknowing (now the race). A track

Of steel was forced into his skull, without

The proper guide to fill the void, forlorn.

And now the body cries in pain of loss

In something known as wanderlust, which had

Been fed in times before. We starve, adorned.

And slowly, pain will die away just like

The dogs that Pavlov trained; we'll drool at the

Small sound, an echo which doth resonate, worn

And tired. For it has traveled long and far

To come to sit where seats can not be found

Any longer. And who denies the right to sit?

Our damned society.

It hasn't been clear in a long time

It hasn't been clear in a long time

I had wanted to see your face again

But when all the clouds on Earth align

It's hard to see the face of a friend.

It hasn't been clear in a long while

And I've been longing greatly

To see, once more, your beautiful smile

But something always abates me.

It hasn't been clear for a long time

And yet the sky is starry

As I stare through the needles of pine

and see your face in front of me

It hasn't been clear for me

And something has been missing

For my realm is dark and lonely

Without your lips for kissing

It hasn't been clear in a long time

And though I rarely see you

It's good to know that you're still mine

Behind curtains of water, peeking through.

The Definition of Insanity

The definition of insanity,

as told to me

was told simply:

Doing the same thing multiple times,

expecting a different result.

And yet, here I am again

At a digital pen and paper

Tapping, a rapping at my computer keys.

I am forcing the lines

Out through my fingertips

Every time I sit down.

I rack my brain for answers, then

something different happens.

I must be insane.

Else insanity is much more

than humanity could have imagined.

Silence

Once, I went out:

The moon, radient, glowing

She was brighter than she had been

In ages, certainly during my life.

I looked:

Lights twinkled, left on for reasons unknown

And electricity was crackling near someone's home

Breaking the pure,

the blue-white light reflected from the moon

Though an echo of the sun, with a life of its own

I thought they were fools.

And I listened:

Dogs barked, and off in the distance:

The whirr of a motor driving a fan blade

Possibly to cool someone's room.

And other motors, too, belonging to cars

They droned out something that wasn't quite clear.

It couldn't be percieved with my affected ear.

Suddenly, a wind pushed the leaves in the trees

And all was hushed; for a minute, the world was

devoid of humanity: all were gone;

Except for me.

It was at that moment, I realized:

Silence isn't the lack of noise. No, far from it.

Silence is the lack of other humans.

Silence is the feelings that fills you: the only one left.

And silence isn't quiet, it roars its message through you:

"You are the singular sapien.

You are the exception.

You are the one, and none exist like you anymore."

At this moment, I could see past the electricity

Which overexposed my picture of the world.

I was the only one; everyone else was in a realm

Of sleeping wakefulness, or nonexistant reality,

Watching a film of someone else play out in their head.

I shivered.

I took a look at the blue-bathed landscape

and noted that the moon made it quite beautiful.

It seemed as though everything except me,

The exception, the one, the singular sapien,

Had absorbed some of Selene's grace.

Then I walked back inside.

It was quiet inside.

But it was not silent.

Author's Notes

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This was the first poem I ever completed, and was the start of my poetry collection.