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DREAM VISITOR
DREAM VISITOR
Welcome intruder of my private world
visiting me at the twilight of my sleep
finishing with me into the deep slumber.
Satisfying me into completeness
dream visitor, you have come again
to ravish me and to make me shy.
I see your shadow, I feel your presence
about me, you live inside me, lay atop of
my nudity, arousing sensuous stimuli,
causing spontaneous imploding- and tremors.!
My senses go haywire, starting a-fire, I am now lit.
You then let me shoulder in all that you have
induced. I lie there, desire-ring nothing-
squirming in tranquility.
Upon awakening I am shy, As I appear
to you in reality, somehow you have to know.
My brain has scattered as I fold-up like a
Chinese-fan before your very eyes
I run away when I see you in the day.
Afraid that my eyes may reveal, or betray me;
You must know, you were there in spirit and it seems.
In daylight you mock me.
When your spirit visits my dreams, it is impossible
that we are not both inclined, to have arrive at this apex
same time; Are you my coitus ghost?
fulfilling me to the utmost.?
In reality, when I see you, I lose all my of my faculties.
I avoid you in the daytime too; Upon laying eyes on you.
I forget what I came to say or do. If I look at you;
Immediately sensations rush through.
The fact of the matter is, like a school-girl I am flattered
At the twilight of my sleep you enter. As you ignite and
quell fires in me, ecstatically overwhelmed- You finish me.
leaving me conquered by your rapture' visitor.
O' intruder of my slumber- O' Dream visitor of mine.
I gain control by staying busy all the day;
wanting to exhaust myself - Thus the only way to
prevent your visit, I must, and keep you beyond
the barriers of my deep slumber.
Tonight, I deeply sleep, becoming totally
in-cognizant; You will need consent.
I must not lose control of my dreams.
I cannot lose control of my dreams to
this ravenous intruder who satisfies me beyond reality.!
Tonight, your spirit will not demand my flesh-
I wild hide behind the sound wall of exhaustion.
Even though I have never known such contentment,
O’ prowess of Morpheus. O' dream intruder-
the morning after is too confounding!
He sits on the edge of the hill
his abode from a society
that shattered his dreams
he can hear the echo of thunder
in the valley below
see bombs of color burst all around
as he looks for a place to take cover
his mind is cocked
and fully loaded
he knows the constitution well
the second amendment
his right to bear arms
and his hopes of survival
he sees the tallies of bodies
of those that have fallen before him
as he crawls on the ground
like a lioness on the prowl
unaware the war has ended
through dissociation
of past and present
he sees the same scene
over and over in his mind
mines exploding,
soldiers imploding
planes offloading
guns reloading
his thoughts overloading
he lapses back
to the current moment
as the grand finale ends
and silence falls
the only sensual touch he knows
is from his faithful dog
who remains by his side
he pets his head
towers to his feet
as he wipes a tear
from his face
july 6 2019
Another Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
This once nation of peace and calm, lies in chaos and anarchy
It's Government in broken promises, imploding indefinitely
Students are the first to react, their future in tattered torn
Through barricades they implore, their resilience will never be worn
To go back on why you've been voted in, is sacrilege to them
Being blatant has been their response, from alleged honourable men
Days of protests abound, whilst the multitudes in gather grow
Anarchy is their cry, it's for you, whom we'll overthrow
A week has duly passed, as the masses rise in cities rife
They target Government offices, now lying empty in soulless strife
Stubbornness kicks in, by these trusted voted in
In blind they see no reason, to allow their lies to thin
We are now into the second week, enforcement officers cannot contain
Around their table the dishonourable crew, call in our fighting men
Through the barricades, dialogues from our forces gain
Brothers shout to brothers, through the same windows, mirrored are pains
For they have similar irks, to be combatant without their needs
Being posted to lands we don't belong, filling their Governments greed's
Barriers now in fall, amidst the students their brothers unite
No weapons are called upon, a non triggered anarchy strikes
Many cities are now affected, in education down
The anarchy cry kicks in, whilst the Government in place sits drowned
On the steps of No 10, it's aged door now lies ajar
I no longer speak for the people he says, our lies have gone too far
Voted in, now voted out, candidates step forward, in truthful elected cry
For whom now elected, be prepared for the reign, or future political die
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/political.php
The wild night awakens from the dream of an imploding inferno,
Stretching lazily, with tangled strands like waves of darkness,
Tossing aside the serene blankets of the full golden winter moon,
To dance barefoot on frozen floors, like a lost silhouette.
Stumbling over morning's remnants, where thoughts like shards,
Crumpled and cold, cling to naked windows, dressed in bareness,
Shivering, the night listens as hungry fangs jangle bells,
While gusts of darkness ravage the cradles of forgotten dreams.
Gnawing the jaws of desolate dreamscapes, thoughts rush in,
Through obsessive loops of the mind, amid inescapable storms,
Where night huddles, adorned with fixations and grotesque graffiti,
Despair masquerades as cyclones of deception, mania as solutions.
Whispers of wind, earworms, are born from the cold silence,
Intercepting the celestial voice, cutting painfully into the sky's heart,
While angels' blood stains the doves of their white flight,
Anxiety floods in torrential rains, as hours writhe in noise.
The wild night wanders through midnight, caught by hurried tornados,
Eagerly awaiting the first light of resurrection, a promised miracle,
A sunrise of lost tranquility, like a promise of peace and solace,
And light to pierce the darkness, like a dream of rediscovered hope.
From birth,
I,
and perhaps others
from rebirth,
seek a spiritual master
With profound male maturity
to connect spiritual mastery
with natural sensory mastering events,
narratives,
non-verbal
and verbal relationships
bonding
double-binding
birthing
and rebirthing co-passionate story,
mundane
and cosmic events
integrally felt and known together--
impossible apart
With mature disciple
disciplined reception
masterfully given
potential for mutual pleasure
to please me,
compassion's please
pleasing perpetual integrity,
A journey from local
through global,
back
and forth,
in
and out,
rising
and falling again
Immensely deep
and dark
wide multiculturing explosions,
preferred master powers
imploding copassionate integrity,
Of felt sensory awareness,
sensually touched consciousness
spiritually grasping enlightenment
sexually gracing co-empowerment.
Once upon a time... a child celebrated
Colorful lights of Crackers...
Fluorescence of Fireworks.
The black powder bonfires in sky
Illuminated his darkness ..
Sprinkling showers of acoustic pops.
And then...
Demons ignited black powder to enslave his mind.
His cranium was detonated with guns and bullets.
Blitz of Bombs ticked his reverberating Time.
His black powder infested blue vest
Now singed and scorched..
A belt of Bioluminescence garlanded his waist.
How smart he looked.. ready to blow up the Cafe.
Aha! That Black Coffee Powder
Was Exploding Love of Joy
Aha! That Black Gun Powder
Was Imploding Hate of Joy.
Soon there will be...
Scarlet blood spilling in smouldering slag.
Broken Glass and Bodies in pulverized roofs.
Screams of Resurrect Dreams...
He hears a faint whisper..'Son, please don't die'..
But wasn't he a Martyr.....a Superstar?
A Black Hole full of Black Powder...Near and Far...
The Supernova* waited.... to be a Dead Star...
*A Supernova Black Hole is an astronomical concept: They form when a very massive star (at least 25 times heavier than our Sun) runs out of nuclear fuel. The star then explodes as a supernova. A black hole is born when an object becomes unable to withstand the compressing force of its own gravity.
Dated 14th November,2018.
Submitted to the Black Powder Poetry Contest
Sponsor Anthony Slausen.
PLACED FIRST IN CONTEST
Grand Slam
God Damn
What a Sham
Devoid of a Plan
And who will be left to hold the Can
When we have shot everyone in the Foot
And none of us can walk to the well
To Tell
The Robots
No 1 is listening anymore
We have reached an impasse
The glass houses are imploding
On the corrosion of self
The mirror's are stuck reflecting
Mental health in skin so thin
Long passed caring
Thanks for sharing
My toe's are done curling
The shedding thread
Caught between the window ledge
And garden hedge
The blown washing
Has come to rest
Trying to escape the slam
Of every door that shut before
Come what may
Letting up
Is not giving up
It is progress
In costly
Designer Dress
The Reflex
Of the Prefects
A glimmer of light
A path so bright
A beautiful light
In space and time
The darkness finds
Such a glimmering sight
Such a voice, such a choice
A blast so slight
A righteousness sparkle spectacular flash
Exploding imploding out
A ray of hope through the darkness
Expanding commanding a
Travelling light
.
09/26/17
We're all fighting the war internally & it manifests
before our eyes
This spiritual battle is apocalyptic, the one that so
many prophesized
We live in a time of revelations witnessing the lifting
of the veil
Liberation comes when you see you're the reason
that you're locked in mental jail
We're still failing to see that we've been blinded & duped
into fighting with ourselves
Friendly fire comes from an enemy we never expected,
the lower nature of ourselves
Realizations hit like a bomb that's unexpected as we destroy
the physical mentally
This war with the self is a projection upon a screen, there
for all of us to see
I wish all of us could see that we're more alike than one
would think
Rise above the obelus that they've inserted & see that world
is on the brink
It's only the mind we see imploding, but we think the world is
crumbling outside
Realize that we are more powerful when in sync & not divided
inside
"The Other Ocean'
She’s on the other side
On another Ocean
The colour in the light
Hides the burning
fire in her eyes
She’s slowly falling into line
Clock keeping time
Days bleed into empty pages
failing Blank Verse Rhyme
Sugar from her lips
her song becomes
her sweetest crime
On another Ocean
She sings her story
with such addiction
such syrupy devotion
no idle victory
just pure
innocent emotion
Her loneliness cries
Deepest Bluest TRUTH
radical,
hot coal commotion
King Marlin
jumps high
in his other Ocean
Puts down his sword
he’s swimming somewhere
out of time with
other hearts imploding
white horses capped frozen
on another ocean
Her heart’s cut
out of time
needs metronome
with his blue reprise song
his opus, takes this,
her Love’s bleeding opium
his immolation
snow falling
on another Ocean
someone waiting for you
in your boat
on another Ocean
The morning
arrives too soon
on another Ocean
lying in her boat
a distant wave
she is waving
she is drowning
On another Ocean
Rocking boat
on another ocean
Runs her fingers
in her ocean
dreaming she’s
in your Ocean
She’s on the other side
In another Ocean
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018, Jan / Lyrics)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f77SKdyn-1Y
2. José González - Veneer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v80KTAmltC0