What if in your dreams, someone breaks into your house and knocks you down and you wake up the next day with a blow in your head. How long will it take for you to realize the difference between reality and dream?
Waking up locked within dreams;
The Incandescent irony of truth and reality
The flawless cravings of an ideal tomorrow –
Built upon the faux hope of living through death.
In the blazing fire of the monster temple –
Forced from the third floor and on to the green bed.
Waking up in the hospital from a torrential earthquake
And still wondering about the consumed wealth.
Menstruating ones thoughts of recurring desires,
Of pain and trauma, of overwhelming happiness.
Lost among the innumerable strands of illusions
Caressing and cursing ones own existence
Drinking wine from a glassful of greasy sand
Unwound from an old temple of sumptuous nudity
Devoured upon the platform of worship
With the Holy Grail on the dismal aisle.
Sensuous loneliness encrowding the wrinkled mind
Speaks untold miseries of legendary deceptions
Framed through the deaf Dorian Gray
And involuntary deliberations.
Waking up within nightmares
Faces pierced with needles;
Pleading us all to open the door
And let me free out of my own sore.