My face.
Lucid.
The dream state where envelopes are unsealed without a sound.
A hard hat on me, nothing strikes me.
Reaching under the sink because I can feel my ghost arms.
Then I bounced around.
Lucid and curious.
Being.
But I’m sleeping as brushstrokes are my dreams.
Faded.
My face.
Honestly,
I left the bedroom door open that night.
Woke up to a portal whisper.
Enchanted by your voice, I almost fell asleep,
in a field full of sunflowers, dreaming reality could mirror dreams.
I followed you so far, unconcerned by the fatigue,
walking through danger just to keep my place beside you.
Loved you so hard, when I saw you I missed a beat,
rational as I am, I was startled that I lost my breath.
I carried it to wake with you beside me,
wondering at night if an angel could be disguised.
Hearing you, I learned that dreams could also become scary.
Seeing you near taught me vigilance.
Loving you moved me across worlds — but I had traveled far enough.
Carrying it this long, I saw our colors — bold and subtle — filling the canvas.
Now.
My ears can listen from afar, but I cannot hear you.
My legs could cross layers of hell, but not to reach you.
My heart now beats fast as falling leaves, but not seeing you pass by.
I still carry it — but it no longer shines the same.
Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
I had a lucid dream.
And got caught.
Horrible.
You go to sleep thinking.
The thinking collapses like lines on a road.
Collapses like eternity.
I had a lucid dream.
If you die in that dream, you’ll know.
Feels like a factory place.
Or my bedroom or mumbling places.
It caught onto me.
Thinking.
You don’t plan it out that way.
The way they scramble.
I had a lucid dream.
Died again, remembered how I died last week.
The buzzing, and whirling are seen all around.
Turned me into zombie bones.
At the end of the graveyard, I saw it all.
I had a lucid dream.
Knew all the flavors of dying.
Woke up too easily.
Wake Me Softly
~~~~~~~~~~~
waking in a dream
again and again
discarding the shell of what was
for a figment of what is
distant vista eagerly awaited
the naked truth, dearly dreaded
show me not what is real
show me what could be
when you are a dreamer
you just never know
imaginary dreamscapes
fantastic lucidity of delusion
prestigious fortune of grit
when blood, sweat, and tears
and mere passion
not only fall short but
they will never be enough
blind faith in the gamble
my hand is strong
but one shy of flush
a bell pierced the haze
in my wake all that I see
is the awkward silence in between
a furrowed brow and dirty fingernails
the mind it boggles
that when the ground floor hits
I've fallen asleep
5 more minutes
then wake me softly
Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven
I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone.
That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy
Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price
A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise
I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my eyes
I see babbling persons in white beyond the blue skies
The weak are made strong and magnified
I see pride and vicious man crying
In a fountain of lava together with a morning star
For a millennium enduring pain without getting any scar
I open my eyes and hear a lucid voice
Eternal dearth is your choice
The hour to reconcile is now not later
The holy son is returning feckly now not later
haiku : van Gogh
sunflower souls speak
we hail our genius, true sight ~
lucid mind coloured
Slipping into sleep, we see the tumbler fall,
poised in stillness, remaining fully aware,
surfing astral realms, standing within them tall,
single eye seeing through illusions threadbare,
whence we pause flow of thought causing this dream squall,
that Self as living light, with God’s love may pair.
We then come back the way we went, stage by stage,
as begins a new day in mind-body cage.
Your treasured memory flashes like a falling star from my mind's eternal sky
It creates cosmic time loops where spirits from the tomb gather
While old conversations, like white snow, falls
As time no longer flies
With such glitz and glamour
And whenever I see your face amongst others again in that time loop
As in, you swagger
I always remember why I still love you
For like the mystical everlasting sea
The wild magic of you and me
Together
Will forever flow and run free
Like a lone siren's love song once whispered
To try to hypnotize
Ulysses
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Abstractions rely on the manifest,
as immanent souls too seek transcendence,
providing for presence a merry fest,
realising life’s interdependence.
Negating nothing, embracing the all,
in is-ness of the now, we just allow
influx of bliss mists wherein we stand tall,
knowing, not naming, the eternal Tao.
All mental concepts to us are the same,
for we are now poised in the vibrant void,
awaiting the fulfilment of life’s aim,
to merge in God’s light, pure and unalloyed.
Let each intent wave be a work of art,
causing within, bliss ignition to start.
Given that spirit can assume any form,
the manifestations that in dreams appear,
may conceal intent, appearing to be warm,
revealing their true colours, as they draw near,
so be it a placid lake or a dark storm,
if our eye be single and heart free from fear,
God in us embraces, God in shape beheld,
that so emoting love, darkness is dispelled.
In a lucid dream, which seemed so real,
atop a hill I saw monks, in deep trance
and although their eyes were closed, I could feel,
dance of living light, in their bodies prance.
Wonderment being my heart’s undertone,
silent bliss thunder pervaded my form,
etched deep within my core, so mine to own,
thus in timeless time, I became the storm.
I woke up from sleep, looking for a sign
and sure enough I felt my spine aflame,
in as a humming pulse of love divine,
which has since remained, as my claim to fame.
Now ambling along, I sing a love song ~
Blissful, joyous heart, taking all along
Last night I dreamt that I was dancing
in soft foggy mists designed in
pearly bows, frolicking from
thin fluffy silver waves-
blanketing moonlit
skies within hour
less hills and
jasmine
fields
free
flowing
through blue bliss
lakes, in lucid
motions, as seamless
ripples reflect a sweet
rhapsody of a golden
rose sprouting amidst glistening
rays, as I name mauve stars with your love
My heart throbs fast while panic does linger on
beholding child who frees himself from wheelchair
there soaring high toward triumph against pain
devoid of spasm midst sweet smile, running gladly…
then I awake to thank the Lord* for peace-glow.
*Psalms 136:1 136 O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
October 5, 2023
10th place, "A hypnagogic dream" Iambic Pentameter Poetry Writing Premiere
Contest; Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 10/6/2023
If we be complete,
bliss drenched, head to feet,
why then do we choose,
to betray our muse?
From heaven to earth,
opting for rebirth,
to replay refrains,
that heart love ingrains.
Life’s a dream of course,
yet we feel remorse,
so descend to feel
hurts that we may heal.
An easier way,
is to sit and pray,
letting go of thought,
that’s ego begot.
Sans thought, ego dies,
soul flies to new highs
and as living light,
frolics in delight.
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