So early
That my mind rewinds
To get back to the time
When I unconscious want this sleep
Count sheep and keep on with
Dreamworld peeps
To reap deep disposition
Looking glass took on tasks
Booking past missed info missions
Fishing through bogs
Moss logs toss frogs
Like lost pogs
In some flipping facts game
Slipping back to same
Situations
In which few knew cases
Of they way my brain displaces
Reality replaces
Totality stasis
With normality face lifts
That change from strange
To in range myths
Off possible outcomes
Lost are full shouts when I run
From emotional spouts
Otherwise blind, deaf and dumb
Spun
Without doubt
That this is how it should be
Or that makes sense
Camped out under psychosis
That in past tense
Would have been bent tents
That lent fleeting security
The words in me take image
While surly burly brain cells
Swell in a curly scrimmage
Capitalizing on lies to bring
The truth to the surface
A purpose
To the powers that I posses
Blessed with less stress
By what's guessed in subconsciousness
A test once left
Unless pressed I'll forget
So much for the crutch
Of what I expect to regret
That ship can't stop me now
Cuz I'm asleep and keeping the bow
Of this vessel afloat
Wrestle with hope
And throw a rope to being dope
Cuz it can't help me cope here
In the universe between my ears
The soon to be hurt and feared
Senses sense senselessness
Eyes slide open to the intense presences
Of being awake and having to take
Time to rhyme out my sentences
Like repentance for this
For the things I mention quick
That my intention is
To become something sick


So tired
Wired on caffeine beans
A means to keep keen and awake
Perculate lakes to escape slumber
My pillow takes a number
Still and cold waits till I get under
The covers again
So it can smother my brain
But I'm awake and walking around now
Clocking sound and how
It stops ticking
When hip hop
Just isn't
Tip top ten is glistening
Fishing for things
To wish for your wings with
Myth money funny
You might not have it
When you follow the white rabbit
To dreamscapes
Filled with serene streams and lakes
Where no fiends cash
Takes credit
set it into motion
Have to laugh
When a raft
Appears in an ocean
Just because I needed it
Things happen cuz I'm dreaming swift
Solutions proceeding with pollutions
To my subconscious
Making or breaking
Situations from some bond of sense
For the logic in there
Raw bits compare
Laws which slip unaware
Through daily life
To the absurdities
That a churning me
In this learning tree
Of night
Of course they don't match
But the source is under the same latch
My mind sense of time being the only patch
On the untapped gap of space
Slapped on the map
And snapped back
And trapped up between either place
Well I could fly before
But now is that the case
Life's been moving too fast
But I guess now I'm on the chase
This land of sleep creeps into wells where I weep
Searches the depths deep
For the rewards to reap
From sadness or fear
In madness my ears hear
Exactly what I am
So that my eyes see clear

VS 3

Coming to
From running through
A funny few seconds
Memory review
Sent to me views
Inventing new impressions
Now I'm second guessing
This dimension is pressing
My third eyelid down
The words I said drown
Blurred by a disturbed cry in my head
A dreaded sound
An alarm triggering
An ear harming
Shitty ring
Causing an arm to quickly bring
A slap to the snooze
This interaction I choose
Snaps the last bits that fuse
Any faction that proves
That I was even there or knew what I was doing
Painfully unaware of what I cared for
Or was perusing
I knew things that mattered
But now they've all scattered
Like scared scurrying scavengers
Having heard words splattered
In a different context
Which dismiss the tense of text
Meant to imprint what comes next
Inject my reasoning
From a new start point
Like reassessing how I see things
After smoking a joint
No matter how convicted
Things seem lifted now
Through this dreamworld drifted
Gifts of mystic vows
Of what the plan is
I can't demand this information
I can only hope for a cold store
Of a subconscious equation
That adds one to the sum
Of hours that I subtract
From the previous day I leave
To the next that I come back
With never a true sense for how long its been
Or just how far
Maybe one day they make a mental VCR
That could track down my travels
And unravel the trip
A brain wave radar with some accurate blips
That help me locate the state
In which I created it