Mimicked House

I now realized my house has mimicked yours

A sort of deja-vu.

Literal structure of a floor plan.

From the front wandering field to the back sun-room.

Dreams were built,
While nightmares destroyed.

Dreams of a remodel.

Dreams of a home to be built.

Dreams of moving in.

Dreams of moving out.

~[a hurricane, erupts]

Nightmares of turmoil.
Nightmares of ears ringing.
Nightmares of cheaters.
Nightmares of a future ending.

Filtering through eyes of illusion
one wrenching thing was true
that of the acts and ideas translated thundering defiance.
Let it rain upon my soul!

My shaky heart knows the bliss of this world
is more than what the ears have heard.
From the inside, I stare out the window.
A world that doesn't know an inside mind.
An inside mind shut out to what was --reality.

Reality brought sorrow, a constant frown.
Ambition turned to existential questions.
White collar tainted with the grey of defeat.
The only thing we have left to cleanse
our sleeves of tribulations
is the rag sanitized by self's tears.

~[a murder, recurs]

By the sunset, say, when did life being?
By the sunrise, say, when did eyes meet?
Was this night my drunkard did say,
"why have you come?"
Say I to he:
"yes, why have I come?"
--a mimicked love.

Our eyes did meet.

Wrapping my fingers
like the sharks of business:
Interested in projection
yet annoyed by uncertainty.
I'll never forget to keep
looking into those eyes.

We have a mimicked house
We have a mimicked mind
We have a mimicked stare
We have a mimicked heart

What more do you need
to explain to you
how dreams can become reality?
Even than, one day,
these houses will be buried.

While the words and souls
left behind will be remembered
because I was there.
The stars have crossed again this millennium
in all our hearts, eyes, and minds.
While our houses will only remain
just mimicked.