Tonight we raised the dead
In the morning buried it
Under the pillow of your bed
Never to be resurrected again

"She is so nice!
She is always smiling and happy."*
-they said,
as she passed by them.
But *her pillow told a
totally different story!

Two sleepy souls carried on the breeze, through lucid, epic, prophetic hopes and dreams; slowly drifting to the land of nod.
With pillow talk and our sheets for sails, we’ll storm the cotton midnight realms, and keep our simple craft afloat; with *** and love, and silly jokes;
before catching zZz’s with gods.


Dedicated to Pixie.

I hate my pillow.
The pillow I have is hard.
Like a brick.
No matter how much I toss and turn
Or adjust my head
It still feels the same.

I want a new pillow.
So I go out and buy one.
And when I sleep at night
It’s not hard. It’s soft.
I bury my face in it. Smile and chuckle.
Because now, it feels different.
Now, I don’t hate pillows.

I found the one that suits me.

in clouds i ponder in oft
the fluff so precise
wondrous but frowns
for I only beseech them in dice
If i'm feeling down
I see the colors of the sky
If i'm up, to them I wave goodbye.

To them, they go unnoticed
not a care in the world
Unless I'm touched by a hateful lotus
in that case the natural art unwhirls
Orange- blue- white A phone click beholds
then saved in my album labeled
' cloudy days of old'

I could approach this day with complete sorrow
But I am cognizant that I'm not given tomorrow
So the soft pillow of Mother Teresa
I will borrow
To bask in until my time is finished
My happiness shall never be diminished
At least, not for long
We can't be elated forever
But we can salvage what's been severed
Appreciate the remaining light you have left
Everyone feels that conclave of emotional theft
At its core, life is a beautiful treble clef
Those who seek to destroy and bully are emotionally deaf
Enough with their dreck
They're only a fleck
Of the universe's' massive deck of cards.