The Vicious Wicked Cuts of Dead Dreams and Reality

The Vicious Wicked Cuts Of Dead Dreams And Reality The lake, its long, wide sandy beach, called to me urgent messages, saying feel this in my seeking heart cryptic signs, splashing in stormy moonlit swells that vision, that jewel, pure beauty walking on water a ravenous goddess sent to Love and set me Free- not the courage for which my prayers had begged nor that massive strength this body so dearly craved not even the power to deny death's grip, its final knock just her and a body that drove this soul stark, raving mad her lustful body and a kiss that had slain lost empires- how could I such exquisite treasure ever dare to deny refuse its promises, gentle touch and enticing smiles its moans and solemn promise of happiness to come vows that swore eternity would be our bountiful reward and how each new dawn our bed would be our golden palace- then the calls stopped, the waters dried and searing pain falling heartfirst into a deep, dark and roaring void the vicious cuts and stings that ate into crackling bones dreaded nights of agony's loss, icing large poisoned cakes and daybreak with its dying moans of soul ripping lights- the goddess, the lake, the beach all had just disappeared and from the new abyss, came that horrible beast named Reality- R. J. Lindley, May 27th, 1976 Dark verse, ( When The World Delivers Its Most Heartbreaking Blows )