Living Dreams

Life’s not what it seems,
We forget what hides
Beneath the surface:

The world that floats atop of Dreams
And the things we paint inside our heads
With colors unexpressed.

And the colors
Shine but it’s not all we see,
Strokes of love and fear,
Joy and sorrows.

And the sorrows,
Becomes the lies that light up the dark
And it’s all we begin to see until everything’s
A mess and it becomes a reason to dream.

And the Dream
That crystalized in our teens
Upon the thin layer of our eyes
Like an empty piece of glass
Stops us from seeing the rest.

Life’s not what it seems,
Let me dream,
Let me dream.

Love’s Lights

Love’s Lights

St. Peter

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights

And it flickers in the distance like a dying flame.

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night

 

To grab my dreams and end this endless fight

And circumvent a life of strife and pain.

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights

 

That pulls away with each extension of my might.

A vision in my mind that keeps me maimed;

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night

 

Beyond the cold air and into the warmth in sight,

And have what lays within my dream’s remains.

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights

 

Which tantalizingly dance, and in its white,

I gave you happiness; something I cannot obtain.

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night

 

And grasp at heavens life, and give you what’s right,

The world and my love; to save you from suffering’s reign

There is a vision in my mind of faint lights;

If, only, I could reach past the shroud of night.

God Of Glass

God of Glass

By St. Peter

I miss you, I

wanted to see your face,

Look into your eyes and

Hope to see you

 

I wanted to whisper

So that you could hear

My dreams, my voice,

And I could tell you

Something.

 

I am all alone,

No one is here

But the white glass

That stares back at me.

 

As I stare into your eyes

I wish you could see

Me dream a vision

That never left my mind.

 

I am all alone,

But the white glass

Shone me you

 

If I could reach you

Through this glass

and share a touch

But I know what’s true

And it is not you

 

As I stare all alone,

Into this glass screen.

On Fire

On Fire

By St. Peter

 

Burn my lungs and set my chest on fire

with the fight for every endless stride.

 

 

Ignite the air with your kerosene fire,

Beat my blood into my dying desires

And in fill my empty gaps of wear,

Burn me as I gasp for air.

 

 

Burn my lungs and set my chest on fire

with the fight for every endless stride.

 

 

Burn me until steam pours

Out my nostrils into the stale air.

This world will hear my roar

As I burn into a flare.