Dreams

People laugh

When I tell them I want to write for a profession.

I laugh

When they tell me they want to wear a mask everyday.

They ask

Why is that dream funny?

I ask

Why is mine?

They retaliate by saying

Well, my goals are achievable and have a better chance of finding a job.

Without retaliation, I ask with intrigue

Will you be happy?

Beautiful

Each day, a grain of sand falling in the hourglass

Landing in the same pile, countless days wasted.

Never progressing, each grain identical to the rest.

Each day, falling in the same pile as the last.

But what if, each of us were to conquer the day?

Breaking that hourglass, expanding our grains of sand,

Accomplishing more than light beer and tv dinners.

Having your name wandering in the thoughts of others.

For we all can be a name, immortalized in books,

Gone but never forgotten, motivation to be remembered.

Our goals all are but achievable, the right drive required

To be dead but never forgotten, your life was a success.

Tyrant

I want to spread my message from sea

To shining sea. Conversing with millions by

Means of print and yellowing paper.

A god immortalized within books, I

Want to conjure goose bumps from the other side.

Readers, followers, believers, will obtain a front row seat

To my mind. My thoughts clutched firmly in their fists.

An orchestral hymn plays along with all the other sounds

I have created for the reader to enjoy. Hopefully after I’m gone

Someone will want to hear me sing. Does your skin crawl?

Hoax

Many lost this match of vivacity, spirits virtuous.

Good morals worth nothing in today’s world,

Conniving constantly to mound individual worth.

Rats willing to stab chum and companion’s hind.

Although aid was known, sinful cravings won.

Tricks and fabrications run along roundabout backs,

malicious mortals skulking to gain footing in this domain.

It brands my stomach with sickly acid day by day.

 What of poor, truthful folk? Various and slim naturally

an uncommon amount triumph and flourish.

But not all says god, not all says chair,

Command scrawny in my mind, happy as

Coin and dollar fill grimy,smutty pockets