Deja Vu

The time has come and has bled astray.

As a false prophet on valentine’s day,

Her wish was never granted.

Blind perceptions heightened her senses in bed.

He now rests with one eye opened lurking to caress her heartache in a dream.

He's found one more reason to live,

And someone to explore the meadows with.

As soon as their chores are before them, they flee,

And parade through the stars to adore them,

And stare at star bound love,

as if it were never for them.

They stand alone and oblivious during the day while noticing each others glow.

Tomorrow they will smell the morning dew on their conscience.

Her corset need be relieved one notch when he is around,

Allowing her heart to breathe and lungs to prepare for such intense heartbeats.

-Joe Thomas

-Deja Vu is featured in  Love And Lust: Concepts from a Dream.

Late Night

For the soul of many men rely on the essence of a woman,

while ignoring their innermost desires.

At peace they meet, not of this world but succumbed by fantasy.

While dancing through his mind she stumbled upon the truth,

He was nothing less than a man of lust trapped in a world of sin, longing for romance.

One kiss, all hail the cuddle, one cuddle, all hail relation.

He was as backwards as a hat.

In the middle of his "nightlife" lay a white piano showered with red keys.

Each key played a tune of a passed relationship.

While frantically searching for hers,

with a heart beating as a hummingbird’s,

A musician caressed and stopped this panic,

while beating a drum that erupted with silence.

This was she,

A mere ambience of peace to he.

-Joe Thomas

-Late Night is featured in  Love And Lust: Concepts from a Dream.

His Missed Stress

In the same asylum where the damned grow old, lies the truth to my imagination.

The reality of my dreams unfold.

My mistress awaits with open arms and I,

can't sleep without greeting her,

And won't live in love while longing to meet her.

My wish for commitment was never granted.

My seeds seem to be mere strangers to me for they were not conceived in my sleep.

This day in a dream has yet to come.

So they remain as her step daughter and step son.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

With voices so hollow, saliva soaked in sorrow,

They plead to me, "Oh daddy, please don't go!"

While silently submitting to seeing me tomorrow.

Silly little bastard child’s and widow that I'll never know.

The time has come.

Time to leave the laughing stock to fence for fortuned flock,

committed to unwritten farewells and time that dwells.

No time for pity in the city of forbidden thought.

No time for sleep in the city from which my dreams are sought.

-Joe Thomas

-His Missed Stress is featured in  Love And Lust: Concepts from a Dream.

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