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Night Sweats

I dream long nights away to other fortunes. Like the sweat from arduous journeys; the scenes twist my fears and desires into macabre premises. Relentlessly I forge ahead through lucid expressions of guilt or joy painting memories from reality. Awakening between here and there leaves me rigid within the breath of now.

It’s here I’m an artist. I paint without brushes, write with my thoughts, or make love with my mind satisfying the worlds desire to consume me. This is a battle in a war that has waged within my souls since dreams were born.

I’m no warrior or epic lover conquering my ego, more of an observer of possibilities yet realized. Here, in the safety of the subconscious I see the world through my eyes. No filters to color people or anoint my belief. Here I’m human and true to something beyond reality.

Like the child stoically looking through the rear window of a car as it slowly drives through the fog of gray leaving something behind that will never be found, I’m outside of myself, divorced from the nature of my silence by layers of understanding.

These are silent films. Noise is expressed through colorful scenes and emotions. I know the colors that represent the set, but I’m smart enough to leave that pallet on the shelf, so as not to hinder the meanings I want myself to feel. Color gets in the way of feeling the meanings, like emotions mask the lovers affair with herself.

Dreamers speak of awakenings as if the morning won’t return to day and put to rest the nights toil. We live in an awakening of denial that all we see, all we feel, our entire existence is nothing more than an awakening to self; we always know.

In the end we are a dream. We are a history. Most importantly we are here as a possibility. The most import part of that possibility isn’t food, family, or fortunes. The most important part of that possibility is shaped by those hours spent in another reality realizing fears or conjuring desires that shape tomorrow behind the scrim of now. It’s here monsters and miracles share meanings and myths.



I close my eyes riding the wind through the tenses of my life. Filtered images fly through the dark illuminating scenes through the scent of memory and hope.

I know not where the wind will take me, nor the speed, for there’s a world of difference between the breeze and the gale, but they’re mine none the less.

The sounds of my past aren’t audible. They come through experiences that thunder or whisper to my soul. Interrupted only by the decibels of reality rumbling across my conscientious. The light rain on the tin roof has more color in mind than in my world.

It’s like the sound of rubber rolling on wet asphalt triggers a silence that brings a colorful emotion that’s silent, but heard. Felt in that separate place between memory and hope.

I can’t live here in this darkness full of light, sound, and smells. I can’t push the world far enough away. I can close my eyes and smile, or cry for dreams long past, or hopes that’ve died. Either way the beauty isn’t lost, it’s in me.

Running in Circles

Long ago and far away
I lived to see another day

The clouds were low
And spirits high
I soared to close
And wondered why

Fearless I travel
With heart and mind wide open
I found my soul’s light

Beyond the clouds I dreamt
Lying in the myst of time
Awaiting what life meant
Struggling through reason and rhyme

Sunlight created a darkness
That closed my eyes to why
And hope melted in my blood
Till my pulse no longer kept time.

So why does the world turn
Spinning my soul to burn
When light is the path I choose
For faith my beliefs won’t lose

No longer here
My body a vessel
Wandering with my soul in tow

Through narrow paths and gorges
My journey meanders aimlessly
Elements taking sides against me
my bones clatter like dry branches
Swaying in the winters eve

Numb feet and thoughts stumble
Along frozen paths and fears

Momentum pushes or propels
And all I want to do is soar

Slowly I awaken to the mornings whisper

Light plays along the horizon mocking my dreams

My spirits rise slowly as I leave the night behind

The sun slowly crawls along my spine as the night peels away one vertebrae at a time, now I look on
Leaving the skin I shed behind

Darkness falls and rises as the sun
Searching the earth for time
And a place to rest

For me there is no rest, for I must stay awake to keep the world turning. When I finally drift off I take the world with me and maybe ill never return. Either way the dream lives to see another day. So all I ever did was run in circles.


Im divided by time
Behind cognizant realms
From before or after spaces

I can’t express the difference
Of what I know to be true
Or what I believe to be here

It becomes an enigma
Looming ahead of reality
As an indescribable inevitability

The connection is separate
And never realized
As events unfold in spaces closed

I know it’s coming, but not what it is
I feel is knowledge not yet realized
Ahead of actions not yet performed

Perception, deja vu, or premonition
Either way it’s never real
Till your taking your last breath

So dream on in peace
And fear reality for what it is
As your fantasies lead you astray


We’ll go to great lengths to hide our truths. We bury our perceived shortcomings in layers of dysfunction that eventually become our personality, us. This is the wisdom behind the saying, “the truth will set you free”.

We have those universal dreams as a guard against what our brain knows life will throw at us, or probably more correct, what we throw at ourselves. Dreams that tell us of situations that will come years down the road. Free falling, running from something we know will catch us, or defending ourself with useless punches that have no effect. The scary dream of something catastrophic happening and you wake up just before the injury or death. These are just a few of the feelings that warn us, or are a preparation for life’s tribulations.

Free falling is surreal. Somewhere beyond fear and awe we are out there between safe and danger. We control the emotion with a slow motion observance that is sort of “out of body”.

We do have control of those situation where we perceive we don’t. We always have control through choice. If we use the wisdom of the dream; slowing down and controlling our descent allows us to think clearer in the face of adversity. In those moments I have faith in our psychology that we will understand we always knew the right choice, which doesn’t guarantee that we chose it.

Running from something we know will catch up to us is way too obvious. From bills that are late to doctors visits, even trespasses we know will come back to haunt us, facing our concerns about situations unresolved is crucial.

Many times we ignore the wisdom of the dream and layer new dilemmas we know will come back to “get us” in an attempt to bury the unresolved. This rubric is flawed obviously and usually results in someone telling us to slow down and think of a solution cause it ain’t going away!

Those ineffective punches we throw at life can really leave you feeling defenseless. The perseverance it takes to tackle the situations we get ourselves into is phenomenal for some. Even if life did “throw things at you”, which I take accept ion to in most cases, sometimes you have to fight through to the other side of normal. Just because you work harder doesn’t guarantee success on your first swing.

Many times our reaction to an adverse situation results in us adding dysfunction to our life through choices. The most basic example is hitting someone when we’re mad, but it could be taking too many drinks because we lost a job, or sleeping around with numerous partners because we were dumped!

Whatever our dilemma, sometimes our solution are useless and we feel helpless to resolve them. The will to keep punching reminds us that we have the will and care about normal, if we suspend our dysfunction and choose the right path, even if it seems all up hill, then we’re afforded the opportunity to say, “man, I dodged that blow!”.

Analogies are more than academic challenges or poetic tools. Their truths that reveal ideas and concepts to help us creatively live life and learn. Dreams are the same if we step back and slow down long enough to think about the correlations. I’m not talking mystical manic, or a Jungian philosophy that will correspond one to one with life’s challenges. However there is some reason that the theme to many of our dreams are the same, universal if you will.

I always heard that if you died in your dream you would never wake up, die in your sleep. This conversation came when I was younger and had one of those dreams where I had a feeling I was just about to die and woke up. My friends had similar dreams and told me the story.

This is one of those ascetic nightmares. For me it seems a warning. “Turn around before it’s too late!” Like, you still have time and chances to avoid doom. It never has been a situational correlation for me; rather a shield to carry that reminds me when my senses become dull to the traps I sometimes fall into.

It could be that I’m on the metaphorical tightrope between mystical and practical. Who knows. I just think that our brain is a wonderful organ that will never be understood completely, thank God we can never objectively study the origin of thought. That will forever be a dream.

It doesn’t seem to have to be as academic as testing chemical processes or studying hemispheres and responses. God gave us the tools to live and learn. Dreams are tools; for the dreamer! So maybe I just had an epiphany and can sharpen some of the tools I have and imagine an amazing life, who knows, I may even still be able to live a great dream.


Dreams are therapeutic for the careful observer. Although they come as unsuspected occurrences In shades of light and dark; remember that behind every shadow there’s a light.

Dreams are the minds sweat
Working alone to never forget

I toss and turn to the twisted scenes
Wrapped in sheets of silent screams

My eyes flutter at shadows of me
Unable to envision the fear I see

I tremble at the silent voices within
Unable to awaken to life again

It’s the night that calls my fears
And shakes my soul free of tears

My eyes can’t see what my brain can feel
It’s peace and quite my nightmares steal

So awaken I call from deep inside
Where reality and sanity always collide

Then the day dawns thick and electrified
While silently I lay awaiting my demise.

Moments are still, eerily sublime
You can’t capture minutes without wasting time.

So now I’m awake confused and exhausted
Sweating my fears and counting my losses

A day must go on, no cares for my fears
Starting my mourning nourished by tears.