Of Deepest Dream II

Deep inside the deepest realms where I reside Were fragments of the day's holocaust Finds windows to darkest dreams So dark they can gestate resinate contemplate Sinister things and ancient beings were There be nightmares, my inner sight dares As days cast forms into thoughts Cresting deep into empty cluttered halls These crowed rooms of my disorderly mine They like briars from a windy shore where waves Roar along a desolate beach blares white fleeting Feeling something dark dire oily reeks I find it stuck… Deep in my mind like seedlings both of horror and divine germinate resonate with wild fantasies like tornadoes decimating my soul, my dreamscapes where mental hurricanes conspire. As deities flock like ravens at black masses the burning landscapes… Passes. They breakdown the daily images, the ethereal words, the feelings at play recycle it back to my decay… These things can be inspiring or insane but found in the deepest of my dreams… One can find new worlds to explore alternative realities… Were I may decide to roam, or to know different universes or to burn the worlds, my inner soul In the deepest of dreams or nightmares, bold! or annihilate this rarest of earth.