she felt her body go limp
her head was down
her hair flowing toward ground zero
but did she wake up?
no. this was not what the gruemeister had in mind
and he was in charge of her
for it was Halloween night
the eve of the Day of the Dead
he was here to enter her dreams
manipulate her feelings
terrorize her in the ways of the old ones
ancient being, dark with rage, was the gruemeister
he reveled in knowing she would feel terror
when he decided to waken her to her predicament
nightmares would follow her for many months
maybe years, and this delighted his evil heart
he heard a baby cry which angered him greatly
if she woke up now, he could no longer anticipate her horror
he went to the crib to shush the baby
Categories:
wakening, scary,
Form: Narrative
In life I, alone and
untroubled, sought
company and solace,
in equal proportions.
The more I found,
the greater the want.
Impetuosity replaced caution.
Mistakes were many,
successes so seldom.
The thrill of the game
became all important.
Rush headlong further
toward disappointment
Ignoring well intended advice
Now, intent faded,
resentment settles,
as a storm. I dream,
I recall friendly days,
and need my Love to keep me warm
Categories:
wakening, life,
Form: Prose
Imagine wakening up and not a single sound to be heard
No chirping of birds, beautiful visions now become blurred
Imagine wakening up to find all the colours have gone
Then you start to wonder did you hear them sing their songs
Imagine wakening up not knowing who are all around
The closing in of the abyss consuming your common ground
Imagine wakening up into a world you just don't understand
Strolling down what you think are memories, ashen grey and bland
Imagine wakening up, and having to see through my eyes
You are looking into my heart the day before you arrived
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-15.php
Categories:
wakening, history, hope, life
Form: Couplet
In wakening grooves
When you try and control it
All falls apart
When you forfeit control
All is bliss
In wakening grooves
Do what you love
Dew it as often as possible
In wakening grooves.
Categories:
wakening, life, love,
Form: Free verse