Scapes
The slope of wings
Stands out for me, before me
A machine that’s not a machine
I’m not saying it’s a person
Or a robot but it’s here
It assists me when needed
Passes me more ammo and maps
Helps me find my way
Keeps the enemies off my back
Till I’m at the top of the peak
With my gun ready to go
Locked and loaded on target
Finger trigger ready
For we are now at peace…
from LIZARD SNAIL 124K Nick Armbrister and other writers OUT LATE 2021/EARLY 22
For I awake within a dichotomous dream,
I ask what is real that the eye may gleam…
Realities regulate as the heads at the helm,
As dimensions deliberate a deceitful realm…
I walk through forests of faceless feeble time,
Nurturing nightmares of a calamitous climb…
Confronting creatures, succulents of the soul,
Upon Quantum quicksands of a nightly stroll…
I then Nova with the numinous sacred suns,
Ethereal explosions causing sacerdotal strums…
Decoratively dancing divine where Angel's trend,
Reaching the edge where some decline & descend…
All this within a differential devisable dream,
And idol illusions resonate and reign supreme…
For what is a dream without its raging reality?
Reality without dreams a sacrificial silent sea.
Feb.17.2019
I Dreamed a Dream
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City scapes
Street lamps awake slowly to its rhythm’s
Silver neon’s reflecting electric cold heat
Phosphorescent shadows echo from
The still night off the black streets of tomorrow
Blighted tenements amidst the
Bleak gardens of despair
Naked piles of broken lives left wayside
Remains of our deadened pasts
Between the worlds of life and death
Extinguished invocations of here and now
Amidst the ashes of hope and doubt
Life persists in life itself
Ceaseless humming of the buzzing drone
Trapped within its trappings
Pedestrian dwellers callused in their sleeping wake
Attracted flies move toward
Mechanical waste of dying dreams
Alienated silences self destruct
open itself amidst the banished slums
imploding disorder within the vortex of empty thoughts
left to their own devises crystallized memories
come alive again
you
dew drop
filling my existence
culmination of an experience
your absence
dreams are drifting away
i am
searching
for the deep caverns
hidden in your
harmonious
soul
torrents of your passion
drenching me
i am
exploring
my
internal landscapes
aug 8 2016
monday 8.51 am
Sometimes to your surprise you
find yourself in a landscape, or city-
scape you've created in a former dream.
You've been here before, there a sense
of deja vu, but it's a new script the night
world brings. You are like a homing
pigeon who only knows the way
through his wings.
Melting snow on the far distant mountain
Multitude of different wildflowers in valley
Bees and eagles share the glorious bounty
Cold stream of water that flows, waters all