I must be dreaming

Floating through the air

I must be dreaming

Again of heaven

It was said

I was heaven sent

In the early days

My birth gave my family

The rights to things

That they should have had 

Anyways but some refuse

To provide unless

An obvious heir is apparent

I was also said 

To have been born

In heaven....

My mother made

No misunderstanding

That she despised me

The day I was born

Was the day she died

And went to hell

She had to finally

Confess to being an adult

To have actually had sex

With her own husband

To have to allow

Her parents to receive

Thier due 

And as for those grandparents!

She had a bad childhood

She was an only child.

Nobody undestood

She expected to be 

Given everything

She never wanted to share

Therefore she made everyone

Else share

By giving away 

Thier most precious things.

After all the fuss

About that other thing

Which was not even 

A real baby

She was only six months

Pregnant when it came out 

Not born and not alive

A dead nothing

Just a blob

A waste of time

And she had to have

A trail where she got 

To be convicted

But did not go to jail

Only the girls

Who were unwed

Went to prison

For having an abortion

The married ladies

With doctors 

Got infanticide

On their paperwork

And sent to a hospital

Where they learned 

To take care of themselves

So they would not have

It happen again

Lossing a fetus

Because of neglect

As it was thought at the time.

She also had to have 

All sorts of special things

She was an only child

Who got her parents 

In trouble

If she did not get 

What she wanted.

And then I came along

And it was all over.

We spent the rest of our lives

Attempting to not reconceal

She hated me for being born

And I could not comprehend

Why everyone allowed her to misbehave

Having brain cancer

Did not really answer

The questions of  her cruelty

Why would she?

Then there are those 

Other memories

Such as being put in an oven

By Betty Adelhead

Who claimed she did not know

After all she was retarded

Another infant

Has just been found

Dead with burns

I can recall

Those red things lighting up

And the incredible heat

As I had been trained 

Not to cry

Frustrated at the suffering

Then waking up 

In a hospital

With my burns 

It was not the first time

Nor the last time

My mother could not go

That far for some reason

She was perhaps afraid

Of finally going to jail

For real

Which is why I fought

For her not to be locked up

I understood she hated me

But also she could not take

That final step

But others did it for her.

Jimmy buried me more than once

And throw me off of things

I almost drowned 

So many times

Which is why my wise father

Taught me to swim

In infancy not jimmy

Why my grandfather

Also saw to my learning

To crawl and stand 

And hide and run

All the things

A small child 

Should not need to know

All because

I should not have been born

According to the rest of them

Somehow I had caused

Chaos to erupt

Since it meant

My relatives were

Now going to be given 

Thier way in their own lives.

As long as I lived

They could not do what

They wanted 

Which was to eliminate

Them from the earth

These Germans 

Will stop at nothing

Such as Betty 

Who keeps showing

Herself as an adult

Instead of a child

When I was born

She did not have tits

Yet nor pubic hair

She was not even there

After she kept showing up

When my mother would awake

With her firmly grasping

Her belly like an octopus

She had to walk

Into the police station

With the retarded child

Firmly attached to her body

Which is why her family

Sent her to Europe

To get away from these people

She went into labor

In Paris 

She tried to get a ferry

To England

So I would be born 

Speaking English

Instead they put her 

On one of those new things

A jet plane

Which flew from Paris France

Over Russia 

Towards California

Where we living in Perris California

We never made it.

Somewhere over Siberia

She went into a full scream

Brought down the plane

I am told

At some Artic base

Where multiple languages 

Were spoken including English

Then we went back 

To the French property

Now in Baja California

Where she laid down

On the beach

As if I had swum

Out of the water

Towards her

And she had not given birth

I have heard various accounts

But if someone is born

In Route

Then they decide 

Where they want 

Such as France

Where we took off

Or California 

Where we ended 

Or as some have 

Said in Russia itself

Although the place

Might not have been

In Russia

Only in the Artic

But then there is the other

Explanation

That I was born 

Up there in the clouds

In midheaven

Where the angels

Reside and were watching

Over us all.

Should i list my birth

As heaven

As I was most likely

Born in the sky

While the plane was flying?

Dreaming of clouds

And floating through the air?

With no Betty Adel

Around to disturb my mother

Still complaining that she

Was not yet bleeding

As her older sister 

Had begun to do

Which caused her to get 

Married so young

As she was pregnant

An unwed teenager

All those stories

And none of them right

What Betty is not is my birth mother

Nor my adopted one

Nor even the one

Who did not attempt 

To kill me

On more than one occasion

Even my last accident

I was flown by helicopter

To a hospital

Where for some reason

I was dropped

Onto a gurney

Which was not locked

It went skidding across

The top towards the edge

And then it did go over

The edge til it landed 

Down below

While I hung

Again in midheaven

With a bunch of men

Holding each other

As they tried to keep

Me from going over the edge

I was pronounce 

DOA

Dead of arrival

In the elevator

I tried to tell them

That was not true

But then I could not speak

Not til I awoke

In a hallway

With a sheet over my face

I remember Betty 

Trying to tell me about

This birth being done in the sky

We were on a plane

Were she opened the door

One used to be able to do that

And shoved me out of the plane

In that case

The stewardess and others

Saw her as she was going through

With her dream of getting rid of me

As she did on boats

And trains and busses

I had a lot of experiences

In figuring out how 

Not to fall and die

She also shoved me off

A few tall building

And bridges.....

What Betty was not

Was a lovable person

I have a split Ilium

From her tying me down

In a pencil factory

My mother went mad

Dealing with some ones else

Child who should have been drowned

When she was born

No reason to  keep 

That one alive

But then no one does

As they should

When they should

Which is why I keep

Dreaming of my families 

Property by the mar

A shipping mercantile

Family who had inherited

A place by the water

Someone cut down

All the trees 

And ripped up the roses

Destroyed the dock

And tore up the houses

I used to float in the water

And think of floating

In the air

My sister began to ask

Me questions 

That disturbed me

About her life

I had this feeling

That she was going to die

Something I tried to hide

From everyone

But she was guessing

What I was thinking

Betty had gotten older

Gotten her menstrual cycle

Gotten pregnant

Got rid of the baby

And could not get 

A drivers license

Even now she uses 

A false one

Which is why when

She has another accident

No one knows what to do.

Someone arranged for me to have

An auto accident

I should not have survived

Just like the one

My sister had died in

And I was sitting there 

Staring at this retarded woman

Who had been sent instead

Of an honest woman

To bring me some things

From my room

Which I left immaculate

She said it was messy

Which made me want

To hit her and throw her out

On her big ass.

Instead I sat there

With my eyes floating

And blood beginning

To seep through my brain

I have an aneurysm

Which bleeds sometimes

I could feel it flowing

As I passed out again

How many times

Has she stressed me out?

I had a stroke as well

About a year later

Probably after it was 

Discovered I had gone

To the FBI

Again to get help.

No good ever comes

Of seeking authorities

These people just take

Care of them

They say her mother

Killed a KGB agent

Who was after them.

No wonders I sometimes

Dream of floating

Somewhere else

Away from stupid girls

Who did not pass

Highschool

But believe they are specialists

When all they want

Is for you to eat 

Thier cupcake

They made for you

Or to be given your gifts

Those poor men

Who died in a plane

On their way

To see the Superbowl

Their big dream

Mine is to go back

To France and stay this time

They keep bringing me back

By the way

My mother spoke

French to me 

Thinking i would not understand

Instead I learned the language

Spoken to me

As most babies 

Now I cant speak anything

But this bad English

I was forced to listen

I keep waking up

Dreaming I am in heaven

A little place by the water

Where we were once

A family 

But stolen by a bitch

Who believes her family

Wont be murdered

Once she is dead

Home wreckers

Just to smuggle drugs

Across the border.

Just as betty 

Should wake up

In an oven some day

Such as the ones they use

At the funeral homes

They even want to look

Out at the lighthouse island

What are they imagining

That there is buried treasure?

Those stupid women

Who have no idea

Whom they are dealing

Who only want to keep

Up the trouble they cause

Wont ever get to heaven

Perhaps there is someone

Left in authority

Who can keep from being drugged

And finish the job 

They were assigned

Instead of allowing a woman

To have her car stolen

By a retard

In order i her mind

To be the one who gave 

Birth to a little hieress

Who was going to get the family

Back to where they had started

Instead Betty went around

Screaming as she drove

Looking and seeking

Someone to drive 

Her new now auto into

For the meanness in her heart

Over not being allowed

To just tell people

That she was royal or something

Poor woman who was driving

Lost her life and so did her daughter

But Betty did not care

If she had caused the accident

She just wanted her way

Which is why she now cooks

At the same oven

Where she laid me to rest

As an infant....

Dreaming in my sleep

Of going home to my families place

Without anymore deaths or disasters

Just dreaming in my sleep

Where it all began

While floating through the air

In the heavens

While the jet had to land

But for that moment

We were not in any land

But floating through the barriers

As god had originally intended

There will never be any mercy

Shown to those who care to harm

Just as the dragon

Is floating through the air

On his journey

Through the Lunar New year

Towards another year of hope

And fortune

Without the past catching him

As he weaves and dances

Through the crowds

While floating through the air.....