Yesterdays dreams have become todays realities.
Poured like water from vats,
coming so quickly it over flows,
eaten in a hurry while on the run,
it gives a burning indigestion.
We play to loudly splitting our ear drums,
or tip toe in silence,
over cracked egg shells.
Peeking round corners,
hoping to see what,
or slamming blindly,
into some steel force to be reckoned with.
Flip, flop, ping, pong, poof,
one day it is all done.
We sit up and blink then ask,
where have all the dreams gone?

Be it child or adult they enter my door,
knowing there is no judgement here,
reflections only,
that they may leave more whole.
some leave angry,
for reflections brightness sometimes blinds.
heavier blinders there be to block the glare.
that be fine for you see,
down the way a bit,
them blinders be gone,
then they will see all that be
and smile for the short stay
at a place they were able to rest
on their way a much better day.
All in all this does take a toll
on the ole house.
Gy god, things appear out of nowhere,
as well as vanishes in thin air,
only proving magic does exist.
things break down and me makes jokes about such,
as to say, the kitchen sink decided
to take a leak in the cubboard,
the hot water heater decided
it was working to hard and took a vacation,
(hasn't returned in four years)>
The roof got tired of holding the rain back,
and started to let it in.
The carpets are screaming to be thrown out,
some of the plumbing decided
to start having fun desolving walls.
If there were not the existence of JOKES,
I would surly have gone mad by now,
not that I have not mind you!

Eccentricthat i am
spinning through time
with esspresso in hand
living with irrelevancy
with the insanity of lies there-in.