Best Dreamtime Poems
Dream schemes play across the screen
And third eye examines them,
Ever so closely; tonight,
Another etheric flight;
Will show me new horizons
And the beings that dwell there;
The archetypes and images.
Scenes play out in colors,
Shadows weave their magic;
I am inundated.
Visiting spirits came,
Just to bid me adieu;
My guides know what I need.
Somewhere the light starts,
To glow; a pinpoint,
Growing as it moves
Toward each scene, shines;
Revealing wisdom.
A dream is an
Education;
Dream and wisdom
Will come to you.
Dreaming mind,
Subconscious,
Library.
Dream long
And deep;
Dream.
I heard my name from shadows spoke,
beyond the place called time
where thoughts begin, from deep within
where names have never been
It's there I found the driftless peace
upon the sunlit glen
far from the distant cloudless nights
where hope has never been
I felt the tears of morning dew
the Angels left for you
I'll shine a light upon your path
that sunrise never knew
There are those who will not hear the siren's wail,
But will know the wheat has turned pale.
Winds will sweep up from the south and the west,
His chorus of trees swaying bravely are Blessed.
Shields aside, faces lit in harmony,
Destiny, homogeny, all God's Children once more free.
Lightning, earthquakes, tsunami seas,
Herald His Coming while evil flees.
Shooting Stars, like hail from above,
Will cleanse us from sin on Wings of the Dove.
And balance in nature will sweep o'er the land
With God in His Glory
Grasp all in His Hand
12/12/21
after Ivan's wake, later that night while I slept,
I had a dream..........
suddenly! I was in a parking garage below ground,
it was dark and oil-greasy, I was standing near a car,
a big old four-door
and on the other side of the car stood Ivan
motioning me to come to him......
I started around the side of the car,
but my feet felt like lead buckets......... I could barely move
I couldn't seem to get to him.......
and reached out to him.......
exclaiming "Ivan your dead! do you know your dead?"
.......with that peaceful smile Ivan always had,
he replied "jimmy! (he always called me jimmy)
I know, I'm ok, come here, I have to tell you something"
he reached out his hand to me,
.............and disappeared
I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream
My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence
Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"
Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape
Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and
Activated the sensory-absorbing module
Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed
I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me
Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!
Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to
Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!
04.16.22
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepyhead
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mother knows what’s best
Mother knows what’s right
Underneath the moonlight
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy nose
Right down to your toes
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mothers lullaby
Dreamtime waits shut eye
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy arms
I love you sleepy legs
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
I love you sleepy eyes
I love you sleepy ears
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead
Mother knows what’s best
Now we have a rest
I like to put you to bed
I love you sleepyhead...
moonlight
wakens
ancient yearnings
in
my
soul
setting free my spirit
to
challenge
destiny
dreaming
arc's of infinity
fueled by the light
coursing the sky
searching
the
glimmer
that bends time
and
whispers
what lies
behind, ahead
or
inspires
bursting atoms
shaping
strings of life
.....shifting
my
evolution
alone....
in a vast meadow,
silently counting ruby explosions
of
rare, lion's tooth orchids,
hidden
under tiny royal cloaks
of
elliptical emerald leaf canopies,
so
beautiful....
I'm
briefly
blinded
Dreamtime: Future
I knew it once / and
dreamed it still / to
lie awake and wonder
when the breeze within
will light the torch
that leads the way
through broken hope / when
simple joys evoke the
truth / that time
has passed as seen
by stars / when all
that's blurred can clearly
see the trembling distant
waves of change /
I knew it once / and
dreamed it still
RARELY IN TIME
DO WE SEE WHAT BEHOLDS
I saw her standing there, sobbing uncontrollably
in heaving spasms...her nose crimson-raw,
her whole being convulsing against the
savage memory....replayed with every beat of her heart
...and nothing I could say or do
GLIMPSES OF SPACE
DEFILED, YET BOLD
I try to become part of the place with others,
but...they don't see me I'm there,
I'm not there I'm in a different place
.....they don't know me,
I'm allowed in, but
....not welcomed
they want me to keep following the path,
I'm not ready....
BRIEFLY WE FIGHT
SURE OF OUR STAND
o precious rest
o merciful sleep
pray lift my soul
and free my dreams
LINGERING IN DEATH
FAILING TO LAND
and onward ever onward,
all through the sleepless night,
still searching for the other,
half of self to make it right,
but soiltuide is virtuous,
dream-time bring her might....
thanks Mikkie 'melancoly'
Don
This is the good ship Dreamtime
And she sets sail every night
Weighing anchor for her cruise
With the fading of the light.
Her passengers are all dreaming
That they are all still awake
Suffering from insomnia and waiting
For the arrival of daybreak.
Her crew are all phantoms
Spirits of the sleeping brain
Watching carefully over
Those on this ethereal main.
There are screams and moans
And some of them quietly weep
As they journey through the night
None realising they are asleep.
She drops anchor to disembark
Just before breaking dawn
Transporting the travellers home
To their own bed early each morn.
Where they awake exhausted
For each of them still think
All through that long long night
They’ve not slept a single wink.
The good ship Dreamtime then
Fades quietly from their sight
Until the next dusk when She’ll
Reappear to cruise another night.
Every night She cruises
Answering their call
And no matter how many ask
She accommodates them all.
She is the good ship Dreamtime
Who, in her own special way,
Helps sleeping insomniacs turn
Each sleepless night into day.
Dream-time companions
Animal guides bring wisdom
Follow them to truths.
Revelations of
the future you will behold
pay close attention.
Dream-time companions
Will never deceive, betray
The dreamer or trust.
In my dreams I wander the corridors of mind;
twisting. turning corners into dark places that
when awake, I dare not go.
Into strange places with distorted faces;
full of ethereal spirits and ghosts.
Ghosts of mistakes, long past; errors made
on a conscious road without thought for the ends.
How they haunt me; those things so well tucked
in my subconscious...where I wander.
Yet, within my dreamtime state I crave the search;
for within, I find answers to questions and sometimes,
poems and paintings...
in my dreamtime wanderlust.
1.
A red helium balloon
I float above myself,
Watch the ritual unfold:
Gather the sharps
Lay them out
Roll up the sleeves
Enfold the world in silence.
Then, with infinite concentration,
The Not-Me begins:
Draw the lines
Open the flesh
Let out the hot red
Pain and Poison;
Inscribe another testament
To survival.
Then the balloon drifts down
Sleeves roll down
The Not-Me steps into the balloon
And floats away,
And I become myself again,
Purged and Whole
Until the next time.
2.
A wraith,
I live on air
Insubstantial as the Winter's mists.
I am colorless
Blank as perfect ice, as cloudless sky
Yet I command all appetites,
Control my ghostly shape
Against all outside assault.
My Will is wind,
Invisible and Absolute.
A reed,
I bend but never break.
I may be fading, fading...
But the steel rod within the mist
Shines true and will not yield.
3.
Peel back the flesh
The flowing flesh,
And see the Void within.
I am large but I am empty,
Hollow as a gourd, a husk.
Tear me and the taut surface
Will collapse upon itself.
I hunger, ever hunger
For the things that fill others up
To keep them satisfied.
And so I eat.
I eat Love, Acceptance, Self-Confidence.
I eat Hate, Loneliness, Rejection.
Ultimately,
I consume myself.
After all,
Who else could stomach
The taste of me?