Dare to Dream


I dare close my eyes,
to be still and content,
despite the blackness,
threatening ascent,
almost instantaneously,
feeling rapid descent,
but it’s not black,
where was I sent?
it’s all so bold,
and lines are bent,
in technicolor,
with vivid accent,
non-linear and sharp,
the not-shapes torment,
rippling hues spinning,
a vortex of dissent,
hands and fingers paw at me,
a sea of malcontent,
a sensory kaleidoscope,
I’m overwhelmed, spent,
rapid breath in all blues,
but it’s stuck like cement,
I can’t feel my skin,
is this going to relent?
am I still sleeping?
where have I went?
if this is dreaming,
I don’t give my consent,
bring back the blackness,
this is not what I meant

-image via Pixabay

Longing

skin of sand
blown about
reaching hand
full of doubt
thinking errant
stay with me
peeling, transparent
want to flee
need your arms
invisibility cloak
safe from harm
the mirrors and smoke
your voice, I crave
my metronome
your pulse my nave
my haven, my home

Panic

thoughts flitter
wicked twitching
momentum gaining
time’s bewitching

hands bending
ticks taunting
face’s glaring
tocks a’haunting

quickly slipping
consuming blackness
self-made funnel
symphonic madness

rabbit hole
voice’s rotten
where’d I go?
self forgotten

~photo credit nakedhonest.com

Cyclical 


Clicking, turning 
‘Round and rounding 

Center burning
Mindless, drowning

Wreckage earning
Endless pounding

Thoughts a’churning
Screeching sounding 

Right side returning 
Yet upside downing

‘Round and ’round
And ’round and rounding 

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Un-being

leaden feet roam the foggy gray,

stuck in the space between this world

and a thousand others, 

in the shadowland,

where time ticks unevenly to an un-rhythm,

a continuum, 

all angles and edges in a world of flat lines,

and light traveling in just that,

stifled souls unable to allow it to pass through, 

this a lonely land littered with silhouettes,

a crowd of could-be’s,

un-being

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