w o r k s " o n e "
The evanascence nights are too cold here
In this boring town painted gray
Colours fold beneath the dark ghosts who hover above the skies like ebony humming birds
The take the spirit away
Where silhouttes touch the northern lights
The luminous stallions gallop along a plane stretching across the ocean
We could hike the valleys of the sea
Discover new things at each turn
Our life could be a novel
The atlas of a bound partnership between the electric volts of energy
Divine sweetness, bitterly broken by fallen stars
Relinquish your doubt
Holding back your obvious tears
Don't falter your eyes so caramel brown
Pressing the nail against a hammer, headfirstly but into the crowd
And scream my name
And I'll look back and see you for rhe last time
And wave our goodbyes
But each dream that sets forth a new stanza
Reminds me of you
Gazing into the clouds and moons and stars and every celestial creature
We, hand in hand, ruled the monarchy of treehouses that cluttered our thoughts
Doodling hearts in looseleaf paper
With number two penciles that always broke
Passing innocent love notes to each other
Dreaming of days in the future
Forgetting the past
Still photos and noisy arcades
You sang
We were the explorers of first love
An adventure in itself
w o r k s " t w o "
A place that collided against the angsty wraths of my betrayal
Rattled the cores of my chilled metallic bones and entranced the snake circling my house
A place in which I burrowed my face in a hardbook cover of an unknown book
Each word, a crevice, unexplored, in which I pioneered
Each word a tale I had to know
A lesson, a history, a fable beckoned by the glittering tales of fantasy
Luring its readers, it being the magician of captors, in with a cover bound in paper wood
To each his own, but to I- an adventure.
Every new place I went, new emotion I felt, person I met, and thing I did- I did it in the moonlight of a rainy, lazy night
Joined by the stars underneath a blanket and a gaping wide sky, I laid the stars beneath my fingertips
I pressed each page with the gentleness of a feather
Ferocity of a thousand knights in shining armour
And the anticipation of a roller coaster
I- the owl
Who collected her thoughts in the upper pantry of her jumbled mind
Where they were laden with dust as a sudden spark sent them flying off,
Colliding into the ground
And found them in their place again, in the hidden treasure chest no one bothered to open
Time was not a word known to me, sailing worlds away in the skies of cotton candy blue
I, who traveled the path not taken, and wandered, not lost
Hand in hand with adventure.
w o r k s " t h r e e "
Roan, the adjacent triangles encircle the glittering iris of a rose
White droplets of tears spring forth from the eyes of a deligent destiny
Truth-
How the ivory keys of a piano dream of playing their own songs?
To reach the mountain heights..
And the eagle, to soar, the eyes mountains hungrily to devour its snow white crest
To encounter its fate and entrance its seductive dreams
Wishing, tossing copper pennies in the rusted bucket that refuses to tip
Koi fish swim in an angelic circular tesselation, touching fins that interweb the tangled hair of life
Why does light hide, is fear of dispute that enlacens its own destiny?
Why.. Is every ray of sun built over the refibilator of light?
The aura and musk of pain, of soggy tears soaking a white cloth
But to be brave.. Oh what a challenge!
To talent the fear that burns our black souls in the name of a fire
To be brave, to wander, to search, to do.
To be.
Brave.
w o r k s " f o u r "
Dipping,
diving,
twirling,
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Leaping in and out of darkness, casting shy shadows that slither through the doorway's
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The watchman guards his heart carefully, he rests his eyes on everything that ticks, not beats
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The moon casts a violent glimmer on the pool of bitterness
And all is quiet, abide a cricket's tearful jerk of song, in the midst of a silent murder
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Ths canary cries the innocent, the raven pleads to be set free from its binding catch
Interlocked in bright red string, the lives connect as they dip, move, and spread their illuminous wings
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Singing, as if the sky were here place.
Yet the clock strikes twelve, and still
All is still
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The illusionist breathes life into the demons of love, false deities circling in like a swarm of dragons as emotions that touch the human's heart
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Relishing cries of passion, caught in the embrace of flowers breaking loose from clouds
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Stones falling from the sky
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The illusionist weaves through the corridor, through the maze
He disappears
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The crowd watches his sillhoutte slowly creep away..
His magician trick yet unheard of, his days numbered in silence
w o r k s " f i v e "
Quoth the raven..
The screen says.
I adjust my bifocals scanning the milky sheet of looseleaf paper, casting the shadow against my robin's feather quill
A typewriter that clicks as it talks
Drives the quiet man insane
Like a clock, it tells time when no one wants to know it
It seems these days I've been illustrating my dreams in such an unhealthy fashion, I should be worried
I dream too much
Lucid dreams, sculpting miles of empty jewels that sparkle like the eyes of a thousand wolves
They prey on us, they stalk our footsteps, heads lowered, fangs bared
I attempt to control the wprld around, gasping for air.
Dark shapes of spirits follow me, bright lights of angels guide my footsteps
Bright lights watch me, they protect me against darkness as I, riding along with my golden mare, stumble through the winding forests unharmed
My head resides in a kingdom called the clouds, my footsteps trod among sandy steps, and briars found in pastures of wild berries
Muskodines gather like a crown around ny head, clovers create stairways that guide me along my venture
Lucid dreaming, conjuring the world around me and manipulating it into ny fingers, turning it around and around in my hands
Studying the world, every crevice and line and jagged edge- every colour
Fighting monsters, large giants with a stone, piercing dragons simply by announcing the words, "leave me be, beast!"
The darkness leaps, harmed and fearful, shaking in her footsteps as of a lost, cracked child
Making the world around me bloom, writing it leap of sentences, coming alive in vivid, screaning detail into the world
I create everything, the world breathing life from my pen
I lucid dream, I destroy everything in my mind but me- seep into paralysis where everything I want.. Happens
But, still, in the end..
I wake up. Every conjuration, creation, and animation falls down, lifelessly, into a heaping pile of ash.
Only to be returned to spring in the midst of a new night, where I can love who I love, dream what I want, and be who I am.
Lucid dreaming in Paralysis.
