Poem – “Thirteen”

Thirteen

Pleading with time to halt,
The hours only spin by faster –
Yarn unraveled in a crumbling house
Thirteen rooms, a palm full of dreams
Scattered on the bloodstained carpet
Minutes that can’t have passed the spectrum,
A paranoia that leads to superstition –
Salt in the eye of a monstrous black cat,
And cremains on the roses of a witch’s crown

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Poem – “A Time for Rainfall”

A Time for Rainfall

A time for rainfall dawns when poison flowers bloom
In the cracks of the windowsill in an enclosed cell
Glaring with ferocity at the indefinite darkness

Do you see the vision concealed in the seed? I do, too.

A satisfaction of the heart teases the spires of reason
And soon we will forget the fruitful days we bury alive
Do you see the mist as it parts to reveal a barren dream?

Where am I? Well, I am in that darkness, too.

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Poem – “And a Blackbird”

And a Blackbird

And a blackbird chimes on the willow branch
Ten notes of a halcyon, or perhaps a tragedy
A riddle heard in our playground below,
Whose answer we can never acknowledge

And a blackbird dies on the willow branch,
Feathers on a skeleton, or perhaps a hollow soul
We’re growing older every moment and soon,
Another spectre unseen in the dawn light

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Poem – “Don’t Dream”

Don’t Dream

Better never to fear the abyssal and endless
Better to witness darkness than what it hides
Don’t dream, don’t sleep, don’t awaken
And you’ll never have to face seeing it
To speak in your head catches its attention,
To hear what it craves is to succumb to madness
Better never to fear the cloak that veils it

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Poem – “Upstairs”

Upstairs

Look alive, here they come creeping
Can you hear their parade of legs come skulking
Open your heart for the final hour of prayer
Here they come, better watch your little spine
Here they come stalking down the stairs with
Baskets full of heads, lullabies in reverse time
Look alive, look alive,
Playing dead in shallow corners
Here they come again tonight

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Poem – “Flower Crown”

Flower Crown

The triad of sisters crowned with poppies,
Twirling into the hour of the equinox
The spring of mother water spider
Crawling up from the guts of the earth
To rain upon heaven from the inside out
Gentle dream of the aeon before judgment

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Poem – “Somewhere Below”

Somewhere Below

An electric larvae that sleeps in our heart
Hear it gestate with the voice of a human
Somewhere below, deep in the cerebrum
Hear it aging, fed by the scarlet darkness
Infinite, but doesn’t know, never knows

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Musings on Dreams and Classic Monsters

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This is peculiar and specific, but it’s something I’ve noticed with hearing people’s dreams, what they often have nightmares about. I’ve noticed there’s always a certain monster that’s prevalent to that particular person’s nightmares. It’s usually a classic one, like vampires or werewolves, I think because there’s a form of those in most cultures, and a lot of this century’s generations have grown up around horror movies. Even if they never watched them, they saw horror movies everywhere in posters and references, and now online. Vampires seem to be really common. I have had some insane dreams that I recall having some kind of vampire before.

Everyone has their individual classic monster. My personal one is actually zombies. If there’s a threat or presence I recognize in a dream, it’s often zombies or mummy-like humans. No clue why. I don’t recall ever being scared of zombies. Mummies, yes, at least as a kid. But it’s more frequently zombies, and I used to think zombies were like an ideal beauty standard or something.

Okay, maybe not that far, but I did love the way zombies looked. Continue reading “Musings on Dreams and Classic Monsters”

Poem – “Barefoot on Dreams”

Barefoot on Dreams

The dunes of a dream appear as glass
Smooth as the diamond on a queen’s ring,
Pink as the hollow of an oyster’s mouth
Shall we dance barefoot without once slipping
Until the stars reach the underside of the sun?

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Poem – “Suspicion”

Suspicion

Shadow against the window,
Shadow framed within the screen
Shadow at the door’s edge
Shadow stalking in a dream

Who are you, I never ask
Who am I to be your vision,
Who are you to be the hunter
Who am I to sense suspicion

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Poem – “Bodies Without Faces”

Bodies Without Faces

For a casket lined with cricket hulls
And a tomb dismembered by age
Ghosts with the reverse of a name,
A body with a featureless face
Time spent on that which cannot be seen
All for a burial in gold which is worthless

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Poem – “Soured Dream”

Soured Dream

I discover you when your flesh has paled to blue
And I forget you in the glisten of the sun
You arrive in the hearts of a crowd of zombies
You depart in the wings of an eyeless crow
A muse without name, lyrics without reason
A sing-song voice found and lost in the darkness

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Poem – “Evolution”

Evolution

Wake the will to control your nightmares
Descend into the arms of the dark
As you fear approaching the promenade
That will lead your heart to sanity
Shield your eyes not from the blood moon
Cower not from the coal-brick sun
The eclipse reveals the vein that has been
Since the first vein flowed in the reptile

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Poem – “Ebony Sun, Bones of Willow”

Ebony Sun, Bones of Willow

In her slumber
She carries the cradle of the sun
The weeping goblin atop the peaks
Laced in snow like the spider
Weaves a film across forgotten toys
His horizon bears the ghost of a smile
An ephemeral face rich as the soil
That mothered the gods’ orchard
Bones of willow tortured by the wind,
He waits and she never wakes
Believing he has lost her, simple goblin
Unravels his tattered body
And becomes an island on his mountain
Where flowers will never flourish

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Poem – “No Laughter”

No Laughter

The hive usurped my home
I practice no happiness,
I produce no laughter
I am the embodiment of painted phantoms
The paper screen containing shadows
The reverb of their voice recalls insects
And I struggle to see them as humanoid
I cannot fathom their patterns,
Not quite animal, not quite man
The alternating space between dreams
Unveils the truth behind their skin
I pretend not to remember it

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Poem – “Last Siren”

Last Siren

The girl from the mouth of the hospital
Awaits the siren in the wisteria bower,
Weeping in ringlets like a wedding veil
Like a funeral veil, like the phantom veil
The forbidden creature of the factory calls
The girl has no heart in her chest
A grave portent takes its place

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Poem – “Undreamt”

Undreamt

Love is evil as love is kind
Love is an incomplete tattoo,
A dragon across the spine missing scales,
Missing colour in its tail
Always in love, something unfinished,
Unspoken, unwanted, undreamt
A little whispering skull between two lovers’ ears
Telling them secret lies they don’t want to hear
Love is dishonest as love is true

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Poem – “Black Acid, Blue Scar”

Black Acid, Blue Scar

Burning the reality off a plastic midnight
Laughter hidden by shy hands won’t hide the
Acid that comes out, electric black like the galaxy
Careless and resigned, the dying girls go out
Killing another set of hours with neon lights
Abyssal and inhuman we become beneath
Concealed like a razor on a lost body
In the garbage – we’re not far from it now
Dreamlike but barren under the bones

Berry-indigo is what I seek in the machine
Lurking just under my nightmares I see it
Underground, even below the squalor we see
Every night when the stars unveil its truth
Somewhere I need to be is the indigo blue
Cold and locked in the depths of forgetting
All along, suffering the wrong time, try to
Relax as fluorescence dims down to black

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