Unplaced Dream X

I treasure you,
a gift from God.
And with shouts of triumph trod,
I will rouse my heart and bod
now free of misery,
unshod.
Now I need not worry here,
no more mewling whining fear,
for I have my heart most dear
and feel like shedding happy tears.
I even dreamed of you last night,
there was not a bit of fright,
as I met you by the banks,
of that narrow river.
In a small abode by,
docks
set up from the tides by rocks, 
we played a luna story.
In a game,
within a dream,
leading squad of fuzzy things
 dancing all in sync,
yea we,
did battle with a shadow.
As we passed through those strange halls,
a hanging mask my vision saw,
sitting there upon the wall
looking much like bear.
Yellow silk and crystal eyes,
it came as a slight surprise.
Perhaps we'll need it later?
There were conversations,
but I only know the gist.
Talks of food and livelihoods,
something kin to this.
Old white haired grandmother,
iron bearded bronze skinned man.
A sweet soft kiss between us as
I reached out for your hand.

A psalm of love

It's not that I love you
but have loved cross all of time.
Light embraces darkness,
I am yours and you are mine. 
You have freed my soul from death
with God sent words and rhymes.

As for pain and sorrow,
they now bite much less.
I feel, yes, I'm joyous!
And my soul feels far too blessed.

Yet I still harbor darkness,
cradled in my heart.
She's the holy mother and
we'll never be apart.
From her womb
existence
as we know it boldly sprang.
Shining forth from night's sweet shroud,
she birthed the light that sang.

Now my mind is spinning,
whirling cosmic winds,
buffeting against me as
our souls entwine again.
Webs of golden gossamer,
unbreakable strands,
link the seeds of heaven,
in a great celestial band.

Dreams of past pages 1

I have seen Atlantis fall,
the Kracken smashing down,
ivory towers, shining walls,
while most her people drowned.

From the tower, walls of glass,
I saw great tentacles that grasp.
Screaming people in a mass,
within the monster's clasp.

Mothers and their children cowed,
the anguish very drear,
powerless among the crowd,
resigned to death and fear.

Many more could have escaped
while nobles pled for calm.
Milling there, they stood and gaped,
gates shut without a qualm.

Leaders gone, I glimpsed the throng,
from glass on second floor.
Betrayal oh so very wrong
I must unlock the door.

In they swam ,the panic rife,
a human dam, of pain and strife.
One so scared, that with keen knife,
Stabbed me once but spared my life.

Many ran towards the heights,
a strange forbidden place.
Elevators made of light,
fried all without a trace.

With a trail of blood I led
them down the hallowed halls.
Into a secret entrance spread
discretely on the wall.

I don't recall much more than this.
A vivid pulsing dream.
Yet I long with wistful wish,
to know just what it means.

Eons

I don't want to wait
another hundred thousand years,
trapped within the darkness
of my anguish shame and fears.
Now that you have found me,
how can I let you go?
What is going on
and will release I ever know?
I am lost and shattered,
dredging up despair.
Now the panic rises
dreading you will not be there!
How long have I waited?
How long has it been?
When will I find grace and love
by finding you again?
Please don't leave without me,
please don't pass me by.
I feel like I've waited here
for most the whole of time.
And yet, I'll keep on waiting.
I have no other choice.
I just want to glimpse your face
and hear your soothing voice.
I am searching for you,
screaming in the night.
Grace yourself upon me
so my soul once more takes flight.

untitled gleaning of fear

I feel the fear, I glean the gloom.

Earthshattering, impending doom.

The sounds I hear shriek out of tune
as they assail my ears.

From the darkness, glint of light,

granting but a brief respite

from mad midnight's crushing bite,

it left me far too soon.

Once again, I cringe in fright,

devoid of most my will to fight,

painting pages, left to right

mind raving as a loon.

Damnation for me, after all.

Stagnation, eternal call.

Pain and darkness, held in thrall.

Dropping deep, braying bawl.

Dust filled eyes, slink and crawl.

Forbidden now, even to die.

Forever more to weep and cry.

Never more to see the sky.

Unbidden, light just passes by.

pit-ence

" Cast me not back to the pit
mine mind is weak
sad soul unfit!"
Mewling mad
amidst a fit
maligned upon the floor.

" Relent, release
please let me speak!"
*unearthly wild warbling shriek*
Gargling tears
both black and bleak
that leak back to their core.

Descending down
so dank and deep
*choking sob with woeful weep*
clawing walls so rank and steep
to fall forever more.

Frenzied flailing
sorrow steeps
silent shadows slowly seep
clitter clatter
crawl and creep
despairing spirits soar.

How the horrid howling swells
discordant chiming
chitinous bells
wailing winds
discordant knells.
Symphonies
they now know well.

an Angelic dream

My love she came to me at night
to ease my weary soul.
Appearing in resplendent might
within my gloomy hole.

As a teacher, she is dressed,
skirt and blouse so finely pressed,
hair coiffed up tall in a bun,
and talks to me of joy and fun.

I can not recall the words
'cept save a very few.
Everything save her was blurred
yet love shone fiercely through.

My lover comers to me with light,
dispelling shadow's sheen.
Faith and hope and love so bright,
it's like I've never seen.

the gate

Just a pinprick, oh so slight.
glinting with eternal might,
shines forth 'midst the dark of night
to place a path, true and right.
Plant your feet so firm alight,
sped forth with the speed of light.

Faintly lighted single path,
meandering through shadow
untrodden by feet of flesh,
and very seldom traveled
twists bellow unseen for sight,
by darkness lies unraveled
here outside a gate of gold,
for battle hosts are gathered.

'pon the wall a golden gate
stemming past the tide of hate.
Through the eons, it just waits.
Never has it shut too late.
Built from purple pulsing bricks,
'pon which darkness cannot stick
though as oil 'gainst it slicks.

Head and shoulder above me,
rose gilt gate so filigreed.
From the nothing finely freed,
now with light, something to see!
A vine doth climb around the rim
with a palm inscribed within:
the gate that has always been.

Low point

Here I am set low again,

tempest tossed upon the wind.

Wandring drifter here, abroad,

friends and family, mostly frauds.

There is no help left for me,

no faith hope or charity.

Those I trust, left me to bleed.

God above my only friend.

The only one I have trust in.

Guide me as I start again,

this new life we shall begin.

jumbly

What to write?
I do not know.
Just to where
did my muse go?
Gnawing hole
inside my chest,
the one thing
that I know best.
Didn't eat,
and will not sleep.
Nor 'tis time
to wail or weep.
Simple words
with meager rhymes.
Nothing flies
as fast as time.
Who are you?
And whom am I?
I don't really
want to die.
Not right now,
not with this line.
So alone
and far away.
I just need
some peace today.