Nightmare

All watch in the rising of great will to population; a caressed gentle nightmare in which dreams are made. He scurries about the roam, which falls away to hollowed night; away, a smooth confused child with thoughts and dreams, bent through misery of divine suffering.

Eternal and lonely, the road continues. What a great sage of mystery, ever to reap soft sorrow. Tragic and endless, death smiles, his warm hand guiding beside the hour. It will be never or forever, but undersevered and awake! Shake fear as water droplets, never hold it close.

What begins is propped in cool stage surroundings. A voice begins, without censor; without mind or body; cool, it chooses amongst the frolly of young nightmarish creatures. The dance begins; a recital to interpret. What lies amongst the crowd? A vast underdone enclosure amidst orderly chaos. Dance or don’t dance; do or do not. Must we wander in such sleepless mistake?

Subterranean Still Life

Seared and unspoken, ritual and cannabalistic

Fury’s knights consume the deserted halls of Akruyn.

Led to wander about the nightmare, engulfed in magic and a bitter spite. 

They relenquish all guardians of placid stillness, loose and deranged in one mesmerized still life.

Subtly, they light the dim caverns; a luminous divinity reveals the vastness of surrender.

Painstaken and unmerciful, obliteration is emminent.

Take what you will, but leave your souls!

A heroes ghost is caged by desire.

The curse becomes embraced

They Feast

Momma, I just had a terrible nightmare.

The ditch contains snakes, long and slithery in their serpant coat.

They feast upon young blonde innocents , blue in their shiny pearls.

In the corner you’ll find their den; pictures of green mystique they had painted all over their walls; as I look closer, they turn to leaves.

Summer drained as ashes transform winter

Did you know the stars exist to unlock the secrets of the ancient worlds? Glimmering and subconcious like a great shaman snug in his practice.

Wait, I hear another cry, but what may she be bothered by?

I watch as she pulls a dark blanket over her head.

“In shadows!” She cries

Dark mysterious figures emerge, one like a fish, the other a lizard; both slimy and scaly in their unique presence.

I turn to her and shout, “Wait a minute!”

she slithers off.

Dance the Fiord

Can you hear me, softly calling

Drowned beneath where rocks are falling

If you need me, I’ll be singing; just close your eyes love, you will see me

Dancing through the fiord; The sunset cascades the door

See me floating, the skies surround me

Travel on my love, we will never be together

Apart forever

So swim on through earth’s shallow seas

Feel all nightmares turn into dreams

Brush the blue from your face

Wash the red from your dress; let your thoughts rest

WAKE UP! Our dream is over……

The Show Must Go On

Loose and unkindled, the show must go on.

We’ve placed lights delicately upon loose altars

A curtains glare provides a glimpse through brilliant masked monsters.

They watch bitter and anxiously, raged and bothered in anguish of forsaken parallels.

A new experiment begins, trapped inside a calling of knowledge.

Holding form through devourment, they grin, thier mouths oozing with tampered fuel.

They grow silent as the lights dim. As brightness turns they applaud.

The host explains the program in which forgoes the last night.

“And the show must go on!”

A New Age Begins

Can the sea be drowned in slight taking?

A candlelight basks beneath the still fluids; a great orgy of herdsman undertake the mistaken illusion.

Bred to wander in hopeless night, they cast reflection of sanctity in delusionary burials.

They ask one for the riddance of light, for a solemn purpose holds true.

A giant council comes to hear the gentle plees

Soft and mad, they sacrifice a nocturnal fleet of warmongers as night approaches.

The time has come to freshen feasts of  promised lands!

The sands of riddle denounced to man form a lighthearted gathering through perils of unknown atrocities.

Undo the candle’s flame, for night comes again in velvet legions, re set to unmake the light’s creation.

Night will break with universal laws, scarred and helpless, it flees as its predecessors.

A new age begins……..

Refuge

Forged in refuge of ancient minds, their crystal perception remains frozen in time.

One of the universe, though a multitude of being, forever finding unplacement amongst strangers of the night.

“Why?!” It cried, through its airless flight

“Must the ground be hard and the night be night?”

“What are words, and what are letters? Why wear skin while birds wear feathers?!”

Awake

Awake my beauty, amongst the night we’ll stare. We’ll bring light upon the darkest night and in the hour share. We’ll break all limits, all walls, and all ways. We’ll run amongst the creatures that in the night will play. We’ll sit beside the ocean as the water hits our feet and watch the rising of the sun as the night begins to break.

Will of reason

The will of reason swiftly evades the slow re birthing of consciousness. A traumatized creation slowly

taking three-dimensional likeliness; a harsh disruption, as a wheel well turns in an infinite, undisturbed

lake without will of boundary or perception. Scattered thoughts /Remnants of ideas re coursed upon a

new journey.

A Claim to Be

Slow a knock she enters

“I’ve seen you before” she claims

A nod indeed, a claim to be, I say “I saw you yesterday!”

“Not like this!” She took my wrist

“From beyond the way, I relived today!”