In my dream..

As I lay awake in a different realm,
What could it be, this new dream?
I can be flying over your house,
I can be singing to a mouse,
In that beautiful real world,
Where my madness is all sound,
I could be doing anything at all,
I don't care if I lay there, if I fall,
It does not matter..

Crossed Out

Crossed out poems of the blues,
Written thrice but erased with the news,
Don't want to let them out,
Don't want to keep it in the mouth,
Cryptic poems were my true souls,
To the eyes of the world who would cry foul
Inside in my peace, I will be the best me,
For viol and her solicitudes will remain free