Caught In A DreamScape. (An Original Poetry)
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Here we lay,
breathless and waylaid,
by our nemesis.
perturbed by screeches,
of beastly beasts,
echoing like telephone calls,
in our bloodstream,
as it drives a vehicle of fright,
into our garage
like the sailor of death
anchoring in our backyard
In a jiffy,
we're smeared in jittery,
perspiration
dripping off like water
off crispy flowers.
as our heartbeats
hits a new run,
clapping like the waves
and thrusting in us
new fears like a javelin.
At light's first sight,
darkness looms,
as the moon cowers,
a stage is set,
and nervy gawks
of endless terror,
rings through the night,
as slumber begins,
as trypanosoma
driven into the bloodstream,
Bloodshot,
life is a but death,
to those who lives,
in endless wonder,
of how it feels to wander
aimlessly in realms
filled with beings with
frozen lungs and dilated pupils,
death comes,
and life is truly born
as a tutor firmly grips her pupil
Here we lay,
breathless and waylaid
neighing like chariots
caught up in endless pursuit.
our vision
blurred by opacity,
as the heart remembers,
our consciousness,
pinned down in gory caves,
a sacrifice to faceless gods
At the end,
we're clasped in supplication,
like praying mantis,
our mantra, torn
to shreds,
in daze of adventures
that took place in the mind
Written by @Josediccus
31/1/2021
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So difficult when thoughts won't let go. Happens to all meditators. I think.
Fantastic write:)
I'm glad you enjoyed it, it was one of those beautiful things you conjure when you seem to lack the inspiration. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. Cheers!
This is a somewhat dark poem, but deep, very interesting. Thanks for sharing it with us. I found this stanza particularly shocking:
"Bloodshot,
life is a but death,
to those who lives,
in endless wonder,
of how it feels to wander
aimlessly in realms
filled with beings with
frozen lungs and dilated pupils,
death comes,
and life is truly born
as a tutor firmly grips her pupil"
Greetings and blessings.