dream works of endless lifetimes

Book:Forgotten on the edge(poem one)

I carry the weight of dark words between rocks, such things are dream works.

Dream works of a God complex,
Or maybe am just caught up in a battle of my own alter ego
Never sure who's the hero,
Am confused I need the volume of the whole world to be put at zero,
A pure moment of silence
So I can pick these answers with my eyes closed
My spirit float my mind getting light, with the speed of sound they simultaneously collide
All my set backs left the Pandora box, my flaws are exposed.
Suddenly everything cursed never passes by without haunting me in broad day light seeing no need to hide.
Fear and failure held me captive, running away wasn't simple
Bargaining with two slave masters for your freedom, for my thoughts took some of my sanity,
Searching for heaven, searching for ways to have ways to over come the trials and tribulations of good people.
Don't understand why we have to suffer to the cruelty of greed and desire.
Dream works of endless lifetimes;in my mind these visions are consuming the dreamers, the believers who believe, that life gets better, regardless of the despair that may transpire.
I Hope someday we Live in a place where we see eye to eye, instead of walking blind to lie.
How can truth get lost with a billion eyes open wide?
How can love and peace be hundreds of separate nations?
Even rainbows have different colors standing side by side, reality is a real rainbow nothing more than thoughts that spiral into illusions, when clouds are in moving, relaxed in their motions.
Just writing these words someone may have just died,
A crazy perspective of samples of life through my glass mirror, am sorry if I failed to show you, all I did half my youth was cry and so I cried.
My life story is unpredictable
Just being alive is a mirage or a miracle
My journey to here will make you think life is cruel.
We suffer differently,No matter who you are, we all running from failure, we all running away from fear
I have fear left to bargain with, come with me and maybe he will pity me if you there,
So I can feel my mind, free my soul, let me feel happy nd blessed,
And not stress about failure, fear and death without seeing the world and living the reality of my dream works.My words look at you and confess;

I carry the weight of dark words between rocks; such things are dreams works. Dream works for a mind of a God complex,

Author's Note

Enjoy the mystery find only what makes sense to you