Morpheus !

I call unto thee
God of sleep
God of dreams
If thy power is mighty and true to its turbulent history ... Then
I .. Humble servant of thee
Request only
To let me linger upon these memories
Let me inhale and moan to its soft touch
Let me feel the whips of its unrealistic guarantees across my back
Let me dive into the unexpressed feelings of appreciation it serves

Oh morpheus
Show the god of reality that u r stronger
That u r nobler
That there is nobility in clinging to that which the god of reality cannot make possible
But possible is the sweet clutch of dreams
Like the condensation milk that explodes like miniature bombs of satisfaction on my taste buds - this I find in sleep

In this sleep :
Possible is the reliving of the realistic and unrealistic of what I feel in my memories

Possible is the gentle touch that rescues my conscience from the reality that conflicts with my desired real

Possible is the temporary erosion of hopelessness , hopelessness only derived when eyes are no longer shut

All possible because of u

Morpheus
God of sleep
God of dreams

God of a real unreal - an unreal that reveals endless possibilities of what should or could possibly be real - only when in deep sleep

God of sleeping pills ... Like pills I drink .. Capsules of my tears I drink every night ...then I slip into a sweet coma
Enter the unreal cafe - eating the french toasted crossiants of fantasy
Drinking the strong black coffee of the impossible that I crave to be possible ... I sweeten it with the sugars of a deeper sleep

In this unreal cafe I begin to tap my feet , to the harmonies of anita baker in this jazzy slumber ......... Tapping my feet in ecstasy .... Forgetting these very feet are bruised and scorched by sun of the real reality

Oh morpheus
God of reality envies u .. I pray
Let him not try to mimic ur power by swaying is broken wand ..
To make real a ghost of my memory ... Ghost of an unreal reality I seek ....
Let the god of reality not get an opportunity to play with me

Oh morpheus let my eyes remain shut ....

God of reality is but a devil ...
A shakespeare teasing me with the best plays of possible impossibles ...

Only serving lies of a reality - a cotton candy of a real that melts too quickly when tasted ... Melts before u even savour

The god of reality is the ultimate deceiver
Makes the possible impossible to attain then gives u a sweet nothing of the impossible to taste

Oh morpheus with u
My unrealistic reality lingers at my desired pace...stretches , pauses and expands in my delight


Show this impersonator of a god that u r the supreme

One day my king I know that u will hypnotize the god of reality

So that in time even as ur servants may enjoy their kind of real in sleep , into reality there dream will flow like a schizophrenic wave
So that even with eyes open
Dreams have a real chance of being real ....