Fears that come to life, in one’s own WORST nightmares, translated…
Like an Eavesdropper, Ears are, Glued
Focusing on the Conversation of John and Maye, Recollecting of a Decade Ago
Sorrento or Naples, the Blue Eyes of the Mediterranean
The Emeralds of Vienna, Once Fallen, You Can’t Get it Out
Careful! Do, be Careful There!
not my picture…
The Gondola Lets Out its Constant Warnings, the Small Boat Entered into a Cave
The Water So Clear, You Can See the Bottom, Like We’re, in a Dream, Surely!
Ten Years Later, We’d, Sat Across from Each other, Gazing
Our Eyes Prodding, Dodging, Not Connecting
Maye is a Very Patient Woman, Kept Waiting on Him
John is a Man with a Conscience, Withdrawn Indefinitely
Don’t Know When Disaster’s Hitting, Feeling Ill at Ease
The Trembling Came, from His Heart
That Couldn’t Block Out the Unsettledness, the Worries
Maye Was His Only Lover
Not a Lover, But Full of Empathy, Not a Companion, But Someone Who Knew Him Well
Her Virtue of Tolerance Was a Fierce Beast
Striking Out, in the Darkness, Ready, to Attack
Crawled on Silently, with the Back Legs, Ready to Pounce, Tolerant, Precise, and Beautiful, What He’d Feared, the Most
Listening in Became, a Survival Skill, Which Allowed Her to
“See a Wild Beast Hiding in Ambush, in the Jungles of Life……Trembling, with the Air, Getting Back Up, Humongous and Fierce
the worst nightmares come to life here, not my art…
Ready to, Pounce on Him, Then, Devour Him Up…”, Like the Foreign Hometowns, Familiar, But Undependable, Like How the
Lover Next to Him, Changing Suddenly, Pouncing, Hounding on Him, Suddenly Becoming, Gentle & Mild Like a Cat
Giving Hugs, Patting, a Man, and a Beast Too, the Good People Died Hard, the Bad People Lived Long, the Beasts Couldn’t Predict Everything that’s to Happen
He’d Accepted the Shames, the Twistedness, Pretended that He Knew Nothing, Admitted to His Own Failures
But Couldn’t Accept His Own Identity as “Nothing”, Turned Around to Leave
nightmares come to life! Not my photo…
But Lost His Passions Ever Since, without the Ability to Love
Fought Hard in His Dreams
Blocking the Machetes with His Bare Hands, Working Hard to Defend Himself, But Failed in All His Attempts
“The Beast is Closing in Now, in Order to Evade it, He’d Put Up a Fight, Yet, the Beast Still Caught Up with Him
“With the Beast Nearing, in Order to Dodge for His Life, the Hallucinations Had Him Turned Around Instinctively”
Since the Nightmare Rolled Off the Bed
What He Saw Was, Maye’s Whitened, and Beautiful Face
Like a Pure, White Paper Flower that Grew from the Weeds
someone’s worst fears…not my photo…
So, this man is having a nightmare, and, somehow, he’d become the character he’d dreamed about, and, you can see the trials he was experiencing in his own dreams, which probably reflected the stresses he was faced with in his waking hours, and, he ended up losing the woman in his dreams, which probably symbolized his own biggest fears in his waking hours, losing something he couldn’t live without…
Life, the Obstacle Course 