I dreamed when I was younger-of all that I could be.
 And when I dreamed - I was different from the man before you this you shall surely come to see.

 I dreamed that I should be stronger, There would be nothing I could not withstand. I dreamed that my Life would be most perfect, from the fortress of my land , to my wallet and my Lens.O the things that I could dream the things I longed to be.But Time . . .it waits for no one - and it made no compromise for me. As with the rolling of the tide each dream was lost with each Moons rise and soon all that was left , was whom I have become.

 These eyes have aged from all that they have seen. .I wish to move I mean to run but my feet they never move the fear - it's very real. I'm Not a bleeding poet  who opens his heart to watch as the  paper soaks it in . . .every inch of every word painting the stars for hearts that  seek  love. I know in whom my heart believes and that faith that whispers  "You're not as broken as it seems" , it is very familiar to me. 

 I view My life through a broken Mirror I fight to pull the image together it's a fragment from a failure, I believe that I'm the one that's broken.I'm the never ending Joker . . because I  never found the  Dream when it died I misplaced  the real me.But this heart it knows in whom it has believed . . .in whom it has believed.And though no man spoke of the darkness wrapped within reality that plunges ones Soul into the drowning depths of despair - I shall walk these halls tonight  And become quite familiar with my night. . .I shall go down into it's depths  Burning Down My fear with the fire from my day.I shall find myself  . . .I shall  . . .Make my way 

 There's a Truth that I've seen, a Truth when I dream  . . .like a prayer from the breath of Life-watch as it Sparks a Flame within the cellars of  the Night. . .Watch as though it Rains  and the flood waters rise . . Day burns through the heart of Night. This flame is alive burning bright.  I woke to find I was the Demons in my sleep the one with disbelief - I shall rise  and be more than my hurt now left in the dirt .

 I dreamed when I was younger but This, This is the making of who I am instead.
09\29\2010