Vague Dream

Vague Dream

By: Duane Kirby P. Medico

The bright smiling moon now rose

 And the dusty windows were closed

I’m on a bed preparing to doze

Hearing noises of closing doors.

So I slowly closed my eyes

Hoping my awaited dream to be nice

I asked: What’s in for this night?

And hoped that it’ll give me delight.

Then suddenly I found myself walking

And all I see is something black coming

But all I know is I’m dreaming

So, what will this dream bring?

What does this thing mean?

It appears to be uncertain

It’s as if I’m having a horrible dream

Oh, I badly want to scream.

I touched the thing hued black

Then suddenly a pair of wings grew on my back

But I was awakened by the cock

And found a feather on my back.

Bizarre Sensation

Bizarre Sensation

By: Duane Kirby P. Medico

There’s this someone who weakens me,

Is this kryptonite that I see?

I’m trying to be strong as I can be

But this someone is the reason why my strengths flee.

I don’t know why but it seems I want to cry

Because I don’t’ have the guts to try

And I’m not that tough to identify

I can’t understand this emotion, oh my.

I know for sure it’s not love

But why can I see myself as a dove?

Like a caged bird that cannot even groove

That constantly hopes someday I can rove.

I see that this feeling is somehow bizarre

Because I don’t know what the causes are

This situation of mine is truly weird

If so, then I’ll be forever a bird.