Scrambled Eggs

London was always engulfing,
The sounds and smells of the city,
Different people or colors,
A sensory storm manifested
Into dynamic vibrant clockwork.

Overwhelming for a child
On the back of a motorbike
Holding the back of a father,
And the gum i wasn't allowed,
His, the only sweetness i knew,
A minty stick of forgiveness.

Tender lashes meant for love,
Cupped eyes that only saw grey,
Another bound toy in the cupboard,
A funeral inside my human heart,
Each touch always an uncertain bet,
The stake made permits a freedom,
Gambling on the next sensation.

Fatherly hand of unbridled justice,
The sweet and cycled sentencing,
An education for all if needed,
Anything can be a lesson taught,
In discipline and ones equity
A previous anarchy for vengeance
Jealousy and spite in children,
Which grew on me as forms of love.

When spoken from resentless lips
I've paused to consider if i should feel
Anything but an ignorant acceptance,
I've pondered on the size of the bottle
Which i'd cram to overflowing
With a sense of development
fixating indifference to traumas,
Some of which i still wear,
The belts and boots complete me.

Back to the World - Vivid dream/Poem #3

The gravity of the situation is truly grounding,
In the end mannequins will remain in the void,
Breathless and bond to nothing,
Looking into the void at lights that dim and spiral,
One by one they took the stars which were yours to give,
Black behemoths who'd violently rip from the balance,
A gift spent by a green goddess,

Back pressed to the sun i couldn't help but think of halos,

Humbled by the light above and the ground engulfing below,

I had forgotten where your vengeful eyes fell,

The constant pull of a turning body,

A golden horizon to dry and stun the eyes,
Drawing sense from the rubble seems unlikely,
My senses dulled by the elements,
The hot intensity of an Erie silence,

The void in which i'm born becomes the tomb of my unrest,
Cleansed down to stardust,

Riding rings through rings forever outward.
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As written in the dream journal:

So i was giant, strapped to the earth like a torture rack thing,

gravity was all weird since i was half on half off the planet, so my front felt super light while my back was essential glued to the planet.

Remember the green giant from the corn add's? Well that was an ex of mine who was bigger than sun.

She was handed multiple celestial bodies (from what i assume is galaxy stage hands cause they were in black morph suits) to smash onto me.

I remember being waterboarded by one then she spun the earth around like a park toy, another was sand which got in my mouth i think then, the obvious one i got burned up by the sun and exploded.


This is my 8th cheesecake dream in a row.

Nang Bangs

Wake up,
I don't want to be here,
The last few years set ablaze by some sightseers,
Its my life, so i kept it in low gear,
Inner workings, mechanisms turning with the slow gears,
Like clockwork, get jitters when her hands near,
Looking for quick and easy ways i can take over this damned sphere,
It wont work,
Guess that time is trouble,
Think how long I've been stuck in this bubble.

Look in the mirror,
I'm a meta human,
Maddened at the masses of these monochrome re runs,
Same task different day, is the pain fun?
Monotony's common feed for these times that i'm undone,
Face sweating, got to win this game man,
Had a hard time so i guess ill make it rain man,
Shot myself in the foot so i cannot complain,
And i did it so that i could feel your pain.

Archived, when i look back on my ordered blows,
Pages of data combine and rhyme as my mind grows,
Got a clips full of wit, the guns my ego,
Hindsight a bitch,
I'd never question question what she knows,
One shot, I gotta take you from the top,
Elite status will vanish, still reeling from the drop,
When you're on the bottom no ones telling you to stop,
His social life began then it ended with the laptop.

5 years spent trapped in my own brain,
when someone gave consciousness to this kid it was a damn shame,
Thinking of moments never stops, like this damn rain,
Characters act cinematic, like its a damn game,
Spent a decade in the dirt tending spines,
10 years from now, a hell of a design,
One day, i guess i'll grow up,
But until then i will cash out on my luck.