in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...
It's my heart. It beats thus I am alive.
But I must confess...
From within a ground, roots grow deep
like screams I hear in my sleep...
To feel is to sleep in streets
with newspapers up to necks...
My lord,
Forgive me if Sometimes...
what happened to the days
when writing words...
I’m alive like the dust on the shutters
accumulating and growing...
I
I'm not going to forget that you forgot...
I'm drifting in your currents
like a leaf - falling from an oak...
When Santa comes to visit it,
the clouds up high begin to knit...
in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...
Stress
please quit stressing me up...