i must be dreaming

‘‘I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learnt a lot about being a friend while I was alone. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.’’

and if I fall asleep tonight and find you in my dreams, maybe my brain is a bedroom and you’ve been sleeping there for ages

if love is an adventure,
this must be a misadventure
the street lamps are broken and faded
into a background without God’s murmuring
if you entered the tents and took a seat,
well wait for it, the whispers of dead clowns
to fly past your ears like a haunted, chilly breeze
stay, stay, stay another hour, though
“Ladies and Gentlemen,
thank you for coming,”
the ringmaster gently says in routine
“everyone is welcomed here,
and I hope you enjoy the show.”
he starts talking about his flowers
the ones that shoot out holy water at your face
in an attempt to save that magazine look
you’ve got such a pretty kind of dirty face
but there’s no one sane enough to love you
the electric lights are dauntingly blinding now,
washing over every empty wooden bench
until it hits you…and oh god the way,
the way the light hits your face
(you look so cool, you look so cool)
don’t worry love, you’re not alone here
the ringmaster’s words may fly around you
but they’re just for show, the real feelings
are in his eyes and beating, dying heart
(on this note, in this light: I think I’m fallingforyou)
look! a thin, wispy grayed eye tightroper
elegantly dances his way across the rope
can you see the white dashes across his skin?
as his hands play with the transparent umbrella
mouth twisted into a sorrowful grin
and those acrobats, with bodies twisted
at odd angles and with forceful delight
monkeys ride their unicycles in endless cycles
‘round and ‘round they go, choking the ring up
with blood cold laughter and red shot eyes
a man stuffs his head into a crying lion,
having its jaws pulled apart to fill with flesh
can you see its eyelids rapidly twitching,
eyes glinting with the thought of snapping?
it snaps out of it as the trainer cracks a whip
and laughs the hollowness out of his success
there is a strange kind of thoughtful wonder
having such exotics in a menagerie, isn’t there?
(if you just take off your mask, you’ll find out
everything’s gone… wrong…
now everybody’s dead)