Regarding a Few Symbols that Frequent Dreams

Aluminum—

                           Contentment, however small

You’re pleased with ancient things—

                  And all your ways are just fine

                  Cornet—

The kind attention of strangers

Dumpling…Dumpling, eat or make—

         And find your stress alleviate

                  You open your walls to guests unknown—

                                    And a renewal of friendships shall flow

Brown—

         Stability & security, in life, connected to nature’s vine

                  Eating the sweetest peach—

                                    Pleasure lies ahead

The Sentry waits—

     To protect you kindly, as life moves smoothly

                  Trembling—

                           The augurs of good health and happiness

The trout signifies a growing prosperity.

Of, and Pertaining to, the art of Sleep

Clotted signals from blisters deep

Emote sparks upon listless tongues

         The time of sparrows has come to pass

                  In hibernation, like the pharaoh,

                           The clock now sleeps

Tropical endorsements overheard

         Amidst somniloquy’s fragmented reverie

        

         Through distant visions clear here-now

                  Sedentary whispers submit the frame

                           To the turns of Solstitial dream

Of, and pertaining to, thoughts accrued

         During slumber’s folly evermore

Moonlight Slipper

Grappling the midnight oil

Bathing in its kerosene

 Alit, we light

As circumference smiles

Grasping

The moonlight,

                  with spoons

                           that writhe for

                                    submersion.

                                             Utensil deep,

                                                      The drowning ladle dies,

                                                               Suffocating in ecstasy,            

                                                                Each fatal moment,

                                                                Every tragic second,

                                                                Perfect slips from its

                                                                     Shimmering ridge.               

                                                                                          As     It                                                                                                 Seeps

                                                                                 Away from

                                                                                          The lip.

A moonlight slipper

Consumed with dew

Dreams of cosmic pools

To swim beneath,

To drift upon

Anima, persona

Unity, bathed in quenching light

A Game of Chance

Illusionism
Birthed by bartering-beliefs
For potential gain

Despite the council
Appendages turn
Sour with the decree

Sleight of hand, one, two
Holograms and gradients
Clouding an unknown

Tricks in games of chance
Gambling deceptions of man
Chloroform will dance

Macabre's stirring twist-
Back and forth, above-below
Calendars remind

Salted wounds grow numb
As roulette wheels cease tumbling
Pennies for your thoughts?

Who doesn't like chance?
A world without pit-bosses
Close your eyes, believe in dream

Haiku, Senryu, Renga etc.. are the stakes for the game this week over at D'verse, where Gay started a very nice lesson and discussion on Japanese style in this weeks Form For All.  Here I used a few variations to complete this piece.

Do you sleep or dream?

When awake,

Dreams I do seek

But when asleep,

Dreams I do hate

Wishing myself wide awake,

So I can wish again,

For another sleeping state

Dreams-Self Serving

Woke up this morning,

I couldn’t breathe,

Al the walls surrounding,

Suddenly entombed-At which point,

I gathered a glimpse, of my detractor,

Hazel green peering into me

As substance mixed is now lathered,

Smoothed by chisel- Brick by brick

Dreams don’t always serve us well

Which Way Shelter Runs

Which way shelter runs,

Upon commencement of a settling sun,

Daggers drip of melting snow,

Twinge in texture, organically ambition grows,

From red tinted languor to spite filled rhetorical cries,

Interloping between mosaic thoughts and layered tears,

The posturing of this arrangement blurs the lines, lines you despise,

Multi-faceted illusions begin to creep,

A blend of power amidst a violet much too raw,

Wild antics on display, the disease is active, the strains are deep,

The key to secrets that you keep,

Repress the visions that you saw, repress them, repress them all,

Which way shelter runs,

Along the subdivisions of crooked roads,

Deep amongst the cluttered dark,

Tattered motions provide the spark,

From refuge to those who follow blindly,

The moldings of the framework are alarmingly disfigured,

When comparing kings and pawns,

And thus one difference between raven and swan,

The once awakened pretty creatures weep,

For one day soon awake you will from your sleep

Correctional

Dreams are polite

Distant and far

Over reach

And come down with stars

Hopes are intimate

Close to the heart

Rely on too many

You may not get far

Goals and plans are levelers

Concrete systems

To get through the day

To-do’s, Charts, Graphs and Lists

So much planning

And still you miss

Do not fret over a failed task

Do not drown in self-pity

Or bathe yourself in diminished lights

Open up your mind and see

The lessons life has to teach,

The most instructive often hide amongst flaws and ruins

Changing and deviation are but two of the many alterations found along the path

The Endless Drift

Soft and sweet were the whispers

The neck exposed and her accepting me

A mirror affirming, all this a beautiful reality

Then a spark

A sharp memory

Piercing back

And forward I was thrust

Away and until

I woke up to this

A golden mask

Frozen long enough

For my eyes to face

His painted lips

And then came the iron fist

Asleep now forever

Never again to wake

She’s still next to me

Inquiring to where I’ve been

And pleading that I never abandon her again

I had no answer to give,

No response or recognizance,

My lips pressed to hers, the thing I wanted the most, was all I could do,

Without a single word I made those promises, never knowing the half of it.

Pied Piper

Crumbling Bleu rock of delicious

Flavor detour just past that next stretch of activity

Where the rain sewers overflow is mingling with the stagnant runoff,

Still, two days later, hasn’t found its way to the drainage ditch,

Perfect example of design providing useful everyday convenience and in this case,

An example of why roads should be designed to brush the rain water off towards the curb,

Silver flute-like device casting tiny tinny musical notes throughout the

Arborous wind, reveling in the moonlit sky, travelling alongside the clouds and constantly

Testing challenging each note to outdo the distance of the note before,

I hear the melody each evening, yet I hear it like a soundtrack to my wandering dreams,

Is it the sound that triggers the dreams or simply the dream is on-going, but easy going enough

To allow the sound the general ease it requires in latching on neatly?

I really don’t think it matters, but this imagined place my soul transports too, I believe merits attention,

I’m wandering the greenest field I’ve ever been accustomed to seeing, now that I think of it, while still

Resting freshly upon my tongue, the roads are non-existent in this dream-thrum, a green field of grass

Surrounded by muddy roads and clay built homes, so I’m dancing like a clown without a care in the

World, when all of a sudden, out of the sky falls this mystical, magical flute, and a boy just as

Spontaneously arrives at my side, he’s speaking Italian, which I unwittingly understand fluently,

He begs me to play him a song, play it loud so every person will awaken and the entire world will

Become my greatest fans,

The offer, too good to pass up, regardless of the obvious ulterior undertones, was promptly accepted

And that same tune I hear daily began to fill this make-believe worlds atmosphere, nothing happened

At first, outside this child jumping brightly from my left to my right, but then windows began to open,

Heads began to peer, the grassy green was no longer beneath my feet, buildings lined both my sides,

And I played, and I danced for quite some time before I noticed I’d left the village entirely, the little child

Was no longer with me any longer, but instead his companionship was cashed in for that of a million or

So well dressed mice, crawling, standing, dancing all the while

Razors in the Pillowcase

Exhaustion praises diligence

Of, he who rests his head,

Passing love-notes to those who clasp at comforters

Fawning over she, who lowers lids,

Time will pass during moments encased in the sand-man’s keep,

Rain could fall, ground may shake,

Luxury surrounds the captive

While mythic figures multiply,

Bowing in subservience, shedding homage for the breath they take,

Requesting permission for enemies to hunt and slay,

The cock then crows and lights pierce through,

Blinds and curtains,

Drapes and darkened tint,

Masks to wear or veils to cloak,

None shall survive when facing the break of day,

Inevitability is alive and inevitability always gets its’ way,

The mind shall leave pleasures wrapped,

To return, perchance another glance,

For now and every time hereafter,

Like razorblades within a pillowcase

As fate dictates, the flesh shall awake.