The headbound, weaving, flowing streams of dreams
Reflecting against the firy stars of beams
Swirling around a continuous effervescence of miraged germs
Splashing spumes of turbulent terrains
Earthquaking nervously across our beings
Splashing much impurities to our already mattered faces
Eliminating our screams in between our snores
Inducing sleeping fears, housed in our subconscious stores
Stabilize our terrible dreams, please.

Flipflopping, thoughtless dreams crowding our retired cerebrums and cerebellums
Balling around our heads from nerves to nerves
Bouncing floats, roping around in curves
Rollercoastering in our sleeping minds
Casting fears and doubts
These dreams are terribly, powerful shakers
Such terrible, terrible dreams!

Dream away these terrible nightmares
That are flushing away our cares
Wake from sleep and make them disappear
Shake the terrible, sleeping stupor down your feet with a rigid stare
Let’s yawn awake to face our luring fears
Lest they resume disturbing our screams
Terrible dreams, terrible dreams.
(Written Wednesday, Aug 9, 2006)

(55) Reflecting

Reflecting on my life
Reflecting on my doctor’s knife
Pondering whether my children from this point
I will have to disappoint
Muscling courage to have these views, go out of sight.

Reflecting on my abdominal pains
Encouraging restraints
Singing, hoping and dancing
To the musical blues
Radiating straight from my perforated, digestive tubes.

Reflecting on my life, my wife
Our struggles, our frustrations and conflicts
But now for her dedication, she now in my eyes, is a champion
Regretting my numerous screams and steams of tantrums.

Reflecting on my dreams
Staring at their solid, weakening masses
Through my stained eyeglasses
Silently doubting but hoping
Hoping to sleep to maintain these dreams
Blurred images in my brain
I endeavour to remain sane.

Reflecting on my thoughts
Reflecting on my inbuilt wraths
Evaporating the juiciness of my tearful, weepy eyes
Ultimately leaving them scaly and dry
Questioning if it is now time for my bye bye.

Reflecting on me in the surgeon’s operating room
Endeavouring to eliminate the thoughts of doom and gloom
Reflecting on the above
And all whom I’ve loved
And even hated
Praying silently for forgiveness
Struggling to bind my happiness.

This surgery has caused great pain
But I had much to gain
It purified my body and soul
To make me glow.

From the solace, peace and tranquility
I have been made merry
Appreciate life and those in it, just that more
Reflections on my life.
(Written - February 24, 2007 whilst recuperating in hospital from surgery)