I dare not dream as nightmares follow One lifts me up the other leaves me hollow Why does it seem life can never be fair When just my life I want to share I dare not dream they always shatter Don’t ask of me what is the matter My dreams so close but never come true What did I do God I ask of you   I dare not dream and my reason why Is my dream’s they end and give me reason to cry They leave me empty, cold and alone Right now I’m chilled to the very bone I dare not dream as nightmares follow And leave my heart so filled with sorrow I do my best, I give my all But in the end my dreams always fall. SHELTER OF DARKNESS   Hidden from the light, in deep crevices of insanity, not Allowing ourselves to venture out. No the truth would burn like the intense heat of an oven set to broil. The light shows all and no one wants to be seen. No, we hide… We hide from society, so many in their  little niches. Do we not all need to hide? Night dwellers we have become, there is no light then, just dimness from drunken eyes seeing nothing but agitated drunken foolery. Our daily order, all normal reason, has dissolved as we evolved into our present state as nocturnal prowlers, slithering, from one dark corner to the next, in search of the next crushing blow of our sanity. We strike out against it and it has been chiseled away…. Much time has it taken, reality was built tough! Not so tough that it can’t be torn down, like a giant tumbled by a thin thread stretched along its path. We scurry about, hoping for intangibles to appear, so that we have something to cling upon, like tiny pieces of wood from a shipwrecked life, we reach out to find something to keep us afloat. Dismal is the night, when no one is there to share in our dismay. Thoughts, drifting lightly, like sheets hung to dry in a light summer’s breeze. Back and forth they go, slipping away, giving way to the next, but alas, that same dark thought, with hurricane force. Blows in wiping away all others…. So again as the light starts to shine we grab our fire and scamper back to the SHELTER OF DARKNESS!   Haunting Love The ghostly spirit of your love is haunting my very soul. It thrust itself into my chest, tearing my heart out and leaving such an enormous hole. Damn that spirit that won’t give it a rest, Constantly squeezing, squeezing my very being, constant heavy feeling down on my chest. How do I pry away the hold that you have on me? How do I make your haunting memory leave, when I don’t want to be free? How do I drive that ghost away, nothing I do seems to work? You blame the failures of our love on me and make me feel and look like a jerk. I’m left standing here, seeming to be frozen in time. I hear from the distance your shouts that say “Go on Baby, Go on down the line”. As I lay down each morning and grab your pillow tight, I envision those hot staring eyes of yours that used to look at me thru the night. I think of the warmth your body and mine shared, Those hot sweaty nights, the sexy look you would wear! The memories are still there, of our heated passion, the sounds of “howling” moans of desire. Lord knows, damn you, you set my heart, body and spirit on fire. You and I gave to each other the greatest of hot sex, love and pleasure. Those nights embedded in my memories are times that I will always treasure. Yet, now I hug your old pillow and I feel no heat. I drowned that old pillow as I drift off to sleep. My aching for you leaves me suffering in a teary eyed pain. You tell me your love for me is gone and Baby that is driving me insane. My torture is not the kind that can be fun. My torture is in the knowing that our love and time together is over and done. Each time that I wake it will be with empty arms. No warmth of your love, I can no longer enjoy your beautiful smile or your amazing charms. I just have an empty hollow feeling of loneliness and despair. I live each day with the constant wishing that you were still there.