Byron Cornell Ford II
Dreamkillers - Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II
I live to die.
Lies kill dreams in the same breath that pushes them out
Gasping for air
I finally found My SELF.
Rock-a-bye baby on th...............
For a while I was lost in the depth of Seduction
Walking around without a clue, looking for nothing.
Tossing and turning in my sleep, damn those nightmares
Missing my Distant Lover, I almost booked a flight there.
I wish Freddy visited me in my sleep
I always get so lonely around the last stage of REM
Dreams tend to leave me in a state of insomnia
Nightmares always leave me in a state of relaxation.
Took NyQuill on Monday
Woke up Saturday Morning
Still feeling so Thrown
Watched some Toons, the Flintstones
feeling like a child, & I'm almost grown
Stuck in this Esteem Cyclone
Nobody better try and knock me off my throne
Matta fact, all hatred better leave me alone
Dreamkillers Could get kill't in this poem
Took a Recess with my mind
Got lost in time
I even spoke with Einstein
He said my life was 'paradoxical'
My 'written speech was stronger than my spoken'
I then felt outspoken by my mind's conceptions
I educate myself from cerebrates of self-thought
One plus One does not equal Two in my dome
Cause One could die off and leave the other One alone
Leave the other One in the Zone, Where all Hatred Brews
If there was a Life or Death situation, I'm not sure what'd One would choose
One's had it hard, sick of walking in them shoes
Tired of Reigning over these fools
Tired of having to play it smooth
I'm do what I gotta do
Dreamkillers could get kill't in this poem
Lyrical Manslaughter hurt more then two to the dome
You know the type never act different, society's clones
Acting out what they see from the Tv screens in they homes
2 late 2 atone
2 late 2 go home
Dreamkillers could get killt' in this poem
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