Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations
Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream in there back pockets
with horses following them
It's beleived he awaken from
the dream inspired to
to build an under ground amphitheater
there he'd televise shows
across the world
November moon,
dangling pearl
trailing the face of dusk
like a brooding tear.
Morpheus leads our way
through luminous sleep,
through stained glass shards of
our multiverse.
November moon,
you languish unrealized,
in somber slumber fog.
Our mortal arousal,
our wounds are reopened.
Morpheus leads our way,
through lustrous ruminations,
through spiraling remnants of
our Megaverse.
November moon
We hardly notice you
in our narcoleptic cloud,
our emergent consciousness,
our collective imagination.
Morpheus leads our way
through refulgent recall,
through steep sleep stages,
where we are unified
as one.
intent in heart
births thought in head
ego manifests
claiming ownership
birthing delusion
rooted in ignorance
back to the heart
resting therein
in tranquil quietude
identity disappears
but consciousness exists
confronted with the truth
which is inconvenient
for the ego
we are in denial
the puppet
wants to become
the puppeteer
so what will it be
blue pill or red pill
choose
Nightmare's foul bouquet,
Effluent of restless slumber,
Ochre smog, mind bog,
Cleansing chill breath from newborn day
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Sleep, perchance to dream, the poet wrote,
Rest in the arms of Morpheus.
To dream of places you have been,
Of times you lived and sights you've seen.
But sleep won't come no matter how tired,
Your body is wracked but your brain is fired.
Counting sheep is no help, so you reject,
Counting backward, the same effect.
Wonder now, should I take a pill?
Or do I have a long night to fill?
Soft breathing wife, in slumber deep,
Into a book I decide to peep. Sleep!
Morpheus has gathered me up at last.
© Dave Timperley April 2016
Morpheus`s Kiss
I knew something was up, the love of my life
Was there smiling we were together again?
But I was dragged into a deeper sleep one
That has no morning exit; my sister called me
Tried to pull me into this dream I resisted
With all my might I called out to the night but
No one heard me the Morpheus embrace
Would not let me go, in anxiety, I threw myself
On to the floor, this woke me up, I was free of
A powerful pull, the lonely had tried to drag me
Into their endless night, I had won but didn`t dare
To go back to sleep again made a cup of coffee
Waited to hear the cock`s caw and saw Dawn`s light
Sending a message of a new day.
MORPHEUS P3 – THE CREED
We are the Galactians of Orion.
Constellated on the equator east of Taurus,
we are one world diverse.
Our people are multifarious.
We are unions unified.
Our missions is to remain distinguishable
from all others.
Strength of our brothers is strength to all.
Solidarity is domain, which includes woman and child.
Diversification must form.
Mixt we are colors all around.
Amalgamation is a twilight zone.
We are the Galactians.
Once discovered, we embrace.
Conformity is our aspect.
We informed with a straight face.
Life is not lost here
.
Our horde will segment.
Our ways must be sought.
To those that come, whether by choice or coincidental, we inform.
Our creed is our belief that anyone can be a Galactian.
Within a dream, we may live.
Within in a world, we are.
If you are the choice or the coincident, we are your protector from enmity.
We are the Galactians.
We warriors and We are man!
MORPHEUS [P2]
We have conquer multitudes.
Delegation to our land we deploy.
Emissaries formed
and our people adhere.
We rejoice over our victories.
Measures are not require.
We know who we are.
This is our empire beyond the stars.
Galactica bears as named.
Galactians are woman, man, and child.
Our minds are affixed; our hearts are forbidden.
We are not forsakes of love.
We are the image of unions.
Neither he nor she achieves without some form of unity.
Here is our belief and our creed.
I am the hunter with belt and sword.
I am captivity and desires searched for.
Great my name has become.
My dynasty is vast.
I stand for truth and honor.
Many have tried to defeat me.
Many I have defeated.
I am glory and shame in a world devoured.
So overwhelmed that we sputters to speak but overcame undefeated.
I am Law and Justice.
My government is Monarch.
I am the Emperor and Judge.
My engagements are that of Poet and Philosopher
edification to instruct my people out of darkness.
So obfuscated they splutter to speak but I am there as their teacher.
Mystification is our world.
Those who find us are forewarn that we are given life by God;
therefore, we are sentient to what is said.
If he or she sojourns, he or she must learn our ways.
So distinguished we are.
I feel as though I am lingering in the shadows of life, and whatever it is that plagues me. A mystery, unfounded within the confines of this body and mind now possess my every thought. I hold my hands towards the shadows wondering if it could be death's hand grasping for mine, waiting to take me through another life. A life beyond my comprehension.
I see stars, not of night, but of confusion and the grasp of reality as it sets upon me like sun at dusk. I am flushed the same shade of crimson beneath the surface of this pale-mooned skin. My appearance as gloomy as a spring morning, yet the morning clears more frequently than me.
I feel my heart, not beating on a normal path, but pounding, as if it's trying to escape without me. It speaks to me in a faint whisper by daybreak, yet I have no answers.
My hands are held above me in desperation and despair alike, as I feed myself several little pieces of bottled hope. I sigh within my frown, not knowing if it's a new beginning or quick end, but I edge on, lurking in the shadows, still feeling ill.
Let us learn
what we must
before going into
the temporary death
which is sleep
The world continues to
to turn on its axis
When you
see the dark angel
approaching
Don't hesitate - greet him with open arms
Let us learn a little
form each descent into shadow
Let us learn the power of light
Which gives us life
Which gives us life
Let us learn about the source
which gives us life
IN THE ARMS OF MORPHEUS
Sing a sleeping-song to listening bundle in my arms:
Large dark pools, pupils’ unblinking gaze.
He sees in me what I saw in my mother.
Eye-bonded, soother sucked harder - tsih - tsih - tsih.
Make a funny face, wiggle my tongue:
Slight smile, tired, resisting -
The darkening windows of his soul glaze, roll up, swing back:
He’s slipping in and out.
Rock my tight arms: a tiny yawn,
Arms and legs cease to struggle,
Lids lead-heavy - close - open - close:
Half-open pupils roll up.
Tickle his nose: half-smile, lids close -
Keep rocking, singing a little more
To make sure he’s under,
Then lay him in his crib - asleep.
It is dusk: his is tranquil peace;
His is absolute trust and security;
Mine is delight to give it:
He is why I have lived my life.
Dreams are lived throughout our lives,
cutting through our skin like knives.
clouding up our every thought,
we see our skin begin to rot.
we dull the pain and sink to bliss,
falling in the black abyss.
we sink to rage and rise to hell,
the bleak depressin starts to swell.
we gaze into our shattered dream,
and see our splintered mind, and seem
that all of our infinite mind,
was never there for us to find.
the dream addicts we have become,
as wasted minds grow ever numb.
we welcome synthetic sandman's face,
as morpheus gives his cold embrace.
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