(*) Breathe

Why do I create such shallow illusions
That only fol myself into believing
Things that can never be
Nor have ever been
If I care enough
I might breathe my last breath
Regretting not have done more
But what can i do
When they won't let you
Do those things you dream of doing
Simply to help others
Reach the best of their potential?

(*) Salamander Shores

Salamander shores
Creep past my darkened window
In a nightly dream

Unwaking yet still alert
For those thoughts that sometimes come
Like a lurking fear

Yet my mind ignores
Shadows castoff from real life
Like an old worn sock.

Or do I? No, I don't.
Enveloped by small, choking
Embers of daylight.