A Face From The Ancient Gallery

face

 

 

(Inspired by a Welsh poet who refused to go gentle into that good night)

 

I was King of the evening

Time was my mistress

So many darkness’s ago

Life beckoned my call

I was the survivor forever

Fortunate dreamer

Age clutched me close to her breast

A pillow of confidence

Embraced me in endlessness

Swimming side by side

A vast ocean of pleasures

Drifting in her grace

Filling my vessel

Warm compassionate smiles

And enough comfort to keep me asleep

As she whispered promises

So many promises

Whispered dreams

So many dreams

Visions of greatness and grandeur

Oh the potential of those reveries

Dreams she only leased me

Mine to pay back

 

Endowed with dominion over the night

Writhing in the passion filled light

In darkness of nights

When my world needed observing

She shone her light across my obscurity

Her torch to my ear

She whispered close

“Dreams yet to come will burst with elation

Don’t rush past them in your haste my love

Live inside them and breathe deep

The brass spiral is yours for the climbing

And the world yours to embrace

While you keep your dream alive”

 

 

Time held my hand close to her heart

Laid my head on her shoulder

Tenderly caressing my soul

Her hair smelled of sweet promise

Of vows once confided

She murmured into my core

My prophecy is a life of bliss

With condition

Embrace them together

But heed this warning my love

Do not close your eyes or blink

Never let your lamp grow dim

You may also miss precious moments

She looked past me into the horizon

Eyes hinting of sadness

Sorrows of mine yet to come

Foretelling misfortune

Our eyes once met in an embrace

Together we shared a teardrop

And a moment

A precious moment

 

Time is a calculating prophet

I wish I had paid closer attention

My prophecy I was bound to fulfill

Blindly I continued chasing the air

Sunrises and sunsets came and then left

Leaving me lonely and tired of eye

Until her prophecy emerged full

I shut my eyes too tightly to see

For only one brief second

Moments morphed into memories

Both time and I grew older of age

As time got more distant she added some pounds

Placed the weight of the world on our backs

Stripped me my carefree title of midnights

Made me slave of my own 9 to 5

Stresses of lifetimes pulling me down

Gravitationally held in a rut

My dreams collided confused

Love or success?

 

Please I begged her spare me the onus

No longer can I bear the demand

I was offered beverage of self confident stupor

To lighten the load of spiritual bricks

Took more than my share

Far too many times

Filled my lungs with wisps of contentment and joy

Laughing my way past my life

In constant search

Found euphoric fulfillment in carnal release

Seeking out intimate solace

Passions moaned softly under silken enticements

Blissfully groaning in tandem with love

In the midst of salacious confusion

Of blind indulgence I blinked once again

It was gone

 

 

 

I stood still as my dream ran right past me

Forgotten moments tucked under its arm

My eyes became heavy with lost opportunity

Too much weight for my tear ducts to bear

Dejected I blinked once again

In an instant I was again abandoned

Leaving me alone to negotiate the forest ferocious

Void of strength to fight

Unable to flee

Unwilling to enter the brawl

No longer able to face the dangers I once braved

Behind me trailed ashes of my yesterdays

Billowing smoke of pale ghost dreams

Time left me for another

I’m old enough to care now

But I’m too tired to cry

 

A face from the ancient gallery sang her plea

“Why must it take so long,” she inquired

“Why must it take so long?”

Time blinked

Confused by her query

Once more she offered dreary supplication

As we waded in my teardrops she spoke

“Why must it take so God damn long to die?”

Time held me tender caressing my head

“Close your eyes my love, and let me hold you a while ”

She sang a song so soft and sweet

A warm embrace

Her lullaby was like a dream

So I slept

 

 

Happy Mothers Day Mom

Wasn’t I?

wasnt

An ominous and frightful howling shattered the fragile windows of my tranquil dormancy forcing my eyes open to experience a reality. Without looking I knew instinctively that what had recently appeared real and lucid was abstract and artificial. I took a deep reassuring breath to take stock of my situation. Thank God I was just dreaming!!!
Wasn’t I?

Begging for mercy my face full of fright
Over and over night after night
My plight
A most unsettling sight
Someone else destroyed her soul
I’m not the one in control
Some other asshole
Asshole on patrol patrolling my brain
Inside of my brain putting ice in my vein
Hidden in the lining between crazy and sane
All of my rationality circling the drain
What have I done to her
Made the blood run from her
Life spilled from her
Fear chilled in her
Fear filled her
I killed her
I know she’s dead because I heard her stop screaming
But I was just dreaming
Wasn’t I?

Pools of crimson filling the space
Entrails and blood all over the place
But I’m still sleeping is that so off base?
Looks like someone tore off her face
It’s a disgrace
A putrid ogre from the depths of hell
Inhaling the fumes of a flesh decay smell
Her vile death vomit present as well
The pain in my head is beginning to swell
Stop that screaming it’s so demeaning
We need intervening
But I was just dreaming
Wasn’t I?

She vomited silent during the tussle
I twisted the knife through her hot leg muscle
Her thigh bleeding out I kicked her she fell
Never knew how good someone’s blood could smell
This is the true glory of living in Hell
The steel blade shone gleaming
Her fresh corpse was steaming
But I was just dreaming
Wasn’t I?

Rattled gasping lungs begging to die
Beg for my mercy for the end of the ride
But I filled her throat with linen and lace
Laughed at her God and spit in his face
Set it all on fire I won’t leave a trace
Her life and my deed have all been erased
No more planning or scheming
The light of her Jesus still beaming
I guess I should ask for his hallowed redeeming
But I was just dreaming
Wasn’t I?

The Dreamers Lament

lament

(Inspired by a Welsh poet who refused to go gentle into that good night)

I was the king of the evening
Time as my mistress
Many darkness’s ago
Life beckoned at my call
I was going to survive forever
Time clutched me close to her breast
A pillow of confidence
Embraced me with endlessness
Swam alongside me
A vast ocean of pleasures
Awarded me her grace
Filling my vessel with
Warm compassionate smiles
And enough comfort to keep me amused
Whispering promises
So many promises
Whispering dreams
Dreams of greatness and grandeur
Oh the potential of the dreams
Dreams she only lent me
Endowed me dominion over the nights
Left me to writhe in the passion filled light
All of my nights

When my world needed seeing
She shone her light across my obscurity
Whispered close
“Your dreams yet to come will burst with elations
Don’t rush past in haste my love
Live inside them and breathe
The brass spiral is yours for the taking
And the world yours to embrace”
Time held my hand to her heart
Laid my head on her shoulder
Hair smelling of sweet promise
Vows were confided
“My prophecy is a life of bliss
But it comes with condition
Embrace them together
And head this warning my love
Don’t close your eyes or blink
You may miss precious moments”
She looked past me into the horizon
Eyes hinting sadness of that yet to come
Foretelling misfortune
Together we shared a teardrop
And a moment

Time is a calculating prophet
I wish I had paid closer attention
To the prophecy I was bound to fulfill
Blindly I continued chasing the air
Sunrises and sunsets came and then left
Leaving me lonely and tired of eyes
Until her prophecy emerged
I shut my eyes too tightly to see
For only one brief second
Moments morphed into memories
Both time and I grew older of age
As time got more distant she added some pounds
Placed the weight of the world on my back
Stripped me my carefree title of midnights
Made me slave of my own 9 to 5
Stresses of lifetimes pulling me down
Gravitationally held in a rut
Please I begged spare me the onus
No longer can I bear the demand

Time offered me beverage of self confident stupor
To lighten the load of minutia
Took more than my share too many times
Filled my lungs with wisps of contentment and joy
Laughing my way past my life
Found euphoric fulfillment in carnal release
Searching for intimate solace
Passions moaned softly under silken enticements
Blissfully moaning in tandem with love
In the midst of salacious confusion
Of blind indulgence I blinked once again
I stood still as the dream ran right past me
Forgotten moments tucked under its arm
My eyes became heavy with lost opportunity
Too much weight for my tear ducts to bear
Dejected I blinked once again
In an instant it they were all gone
Leaving me alone to negotiate the forest ferocious
Void of strength to fight
Unable to flee
Unwilling to reload
Not one second longer can I face the dangers I once braved
Behind me ashes of yesterdays
Billowing smoke of pale ghost dreams
Time has left me for another
But I’m too tired to cry

“Why must it take so long,” I inquired
“Why must it be so long?”
Time blinked
Confused by my query
Once more I offered my dreary supplication
I waded in my own teardrop
“Why must it take so God damn long to die?”
Time held me tender caressing my head
“Close your eyes my love, and let me hold you a while ”
Time sang a song so soft and sweet
Her lullaby sounded just like a dream

Dream In Flight

dream

Cute little puppies we rocked the world
Initials etched into tree bark forever
Eternity we sought in a quest of true love
Sweet young romantics we dreamt oh so clever

I promised one day a world written in gold
My thoughts floating in love on bound papers
But she wanted everyone to know her by name
Misplaced our dreams in a haze of false vapors

She searched for a place to build her own statue
A cherished monument on the hills of the stars
Spreading her wings reaching out to the coastline
I stayed right here reaching across hometown bars

She bartered her dream under sheets of white satin
Empty promises traded into evenings untrue
Fell victim to parasitic gold digging gourmands
Dined on of her spirit before turning the screw

Stoned on the journey all alone in the crowd
Salted droplets of blood running into her veins
Nursing her hopes with the scars of the dreams
Innocence and love had been circling the drains

And I was unable to nurture my dream as well
Story never written and name yet unpenned
Advised by the man with a rag and a shot glass
Shifting through ice cubes in search of a friend

Exchanging my keyboard for some bottles of faith
To erase the initials etched deep on my soul
Tree bark and memories are all I have left
Forgetting my past has been taking a toll

Two lovers in evening flying unbound in sight
Two dreamers not knowing nor touching their fate
The hopes of the lovers passed by without witness
Separate misfortunes that fate to never equate

No dream can soar without wings of aspiration
You can have whatever you want so they say
Beware when your dream takes off in the night
It doesn’t grab your soul as its flying away
Peace

Left Behind

left behind

The measure of the soul
Hidden from sight
Bleeding its dreams
Of one erotic night

The range of my love
How much I gave
All of myself
No matter the crave

Imprisoned by love
Tenderly bound
Unchained emotions
Veiled on the ground

Searing desires
Glazed in moonlight
Dipped in sensation
Committed in fright

All that I have been
My love enshrined
The measure of my soul
Is what I left behind

Graveyard Of Dreams

dream

Shattered promises and wishes once believed real
All need a place to lay down
Somewhere to collect them when everything falls
Hidden way deep underground

Planning and scheming the optimist dreaming
But life is sometimes bizarre
Blood sweat and tears through so many years
All that’s left is another deep scar

Dreams and desires are left feeling low
Wondering if when and where they should go
When all hope tumbles over torn at the seams
Its buried alone in the graveyard of dreams

Spirits get crushed as ambition deflates
Its just the way that life goes
No matter how hard you try to keep it inside
Disappointment and pain always shows

Back on your feet to gat back in the race
Sometimes it just isn’t fair
John knows I’m a dreamer but dreams always die
Leaving a wake of despair

Dreams and desires are left feeling low
Wondering if when and where they should go
When all hope tumbles over torn at the seams
Its buried alone in the graveyard of dreams