wake

crumbs of sleep residue
crumble under pressing
digits
quickly liberate my sight
from dream halucinations
breaking into day with
unkempt hair
i dare not stare into the light
too bright is the sting
that follows
Good Mourning
realization dawning
that birds sing
and seagulls scream
pleased to be at peace
for once
waking up
and writing for once
lost, only a few days ago
and now
not completely found
but kept in the box in reception
to be claimed

Peas and loaf

Peace and one love.
Every man and woman
Aches for that one just
Chance at peace and love
Equal are we in our emotions
Amidst the chemistry
Never ending is the turmoil of those whom
Daren’t find that one just chance at peace and love
Lest we lose ourselves
Over a lifetime of pretending
Virtualizing our personalities  
Else we could truly find ourselves among peace and love