While You Are Asleep

While you are asleep Are your dreams of me. My heart skips a beat Thinking they might be.

Faces Pass

Faces pass obscured unrecognized Eyes my eyes gaze down at the sidewalk made of brick patterns tar, gum and reffuse Do i know you? passing faces? You look once and keep on going
Cherry

David 1917

I remembered your foot pushing towards my face through the grass.

A Victorian Poem of Self Love

And under the sheets the boy awakes Light in his eye, his dream creates

Vermillion

He's a drugged up truck-drivin man

Her Memories Of Silk and Twine

She came to me in my sleep With her skin like wool of sheep i caught a glimpse of her lonely silhouette a lovely maiden i have met i lay on my bed mesmerized hoping to dream of her in moonlight

Director's Cut

A moving picture

Treasure

To us, what is a treasure? Is it Gold that we luckily found beneath the ground that has been hidden by a group of robbers or pirates?

Brand New

A new start, back to work

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