Upside-Down Dreams Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Shelter me quivers, Elhambra Malaysia; it’s Shangrila…!
Elusive pieces darned together; another weird “bon-voyage-.”
Guess dreams come in all multiples of delusions…
Coloured ones indicate one’s smart, with no contusions.

Distance, longing, Pepsi calling, would-be, may-be, or even falling…
How does one make sense from a sketchy dreams, of fun, frolicking?
If sub-con is under blanket and thinking be a front-top, non-reality;
Would that I were a sleep-walker, harping God’s divine sea…

That food was grown from seeds of love; and this the only kind…
And children young, and parents old, would ne’er inflict a crime.
Pray me sane, or think me ill, “dreams alone can be a scheme-.”
Some wake from dreams to live life’s hell; I-wake to live my dream.