DREAMLAND

Dreamland

 

When strange visions appear in sleeping eyes

Alive is the land of dreams

with purple horizons in twilight skies

greenish ocean swells and crystal streams

sparkling as they flow on randomly

the vision following shadowy borders

that twist and turn softly

as golden rays illuminate wild flowers

flooding over mountains far away

and etching the fog-shrouded slopes

revealing another priceless day

born to renew your spiritual hopes

as souls encased in vessels of flesh

can feel and see and hear

natures' gifts during their eternal quest

experiencing earthly beauty everywhere

stand in fields blooming during summer gales

feel the warm rain on your naked body

walk in shaded fragrant vales

where pleasures only live for today

as strange voices floating in the night

whisper lustily in sleeping ears

only to open the vaults of earthly delights

filled with some regrets and lonely fears

awake as salty tears on glistening cheeks

form rivulets flowing senselessly

and gather on soft bedsheets

as you nurture visions that stay

for a moment in eyes shut loosely

in shadows and colorful scenes

living in mindful momentary stay

during life in the land of dreams

 

The Times (part 9 ) Perfidious Rapture

The Times ( part 9 )

Perfidious Rapture

When minds' meadows are tempered

by life's turbulent breeze

and flashes of solemn joys are shattered

by events that truly displease

creating images of spells and power

that in the prophets' vision eclipse

the rays of our limited hours

as words of doom flow from trembling lips

falling hard on personal horizons' rim

where faceless multitude gather

basking in the light of senseless whim

and for a moment cause impending disaster

when pitfalls lurk in the pictures painted

as the prophet speaks his mind

about shaded gleams of tomorrow tainted

and lost hope in the future unkind

'Tis time to turn love on full bright

make it everlasting deep and loud

fill life with realities colorful and right

and rend the darkness in your life's clouds

The Times (part 8 )

The Times (part 8)

(2011 Mississippi flood)

Mighty rivers' silvery train

swollen by incessant rain

natures' hand tore Midwest skies apart

pouring a deluge in the countries heart

the Mississippi bulged and roared

as rushing waves swept nearby shores

advancing torrents quickly crested

striking homes and devouring lives' invested

merging with countless streams swollen

and purging nearby lands of houses broken

churches and temples crushed and overturned

as prayers shouted are never heard

homeless families with teary eyes

silently turn their faces to the skies

pleading with arms outstretched in vain

seeking the end of drenching rain

river wide broadening to sea deep

spares nothing in its watery sweep

painfully, Louisiana hearts beat

absorbing the blows on flooded streets

swift currents in New Orleans town

move towards the Gulf on down

as muddy flows test grief engulfed residents

but will not defeat them during this incident

The Chest

The Chest

The chilled winds screamed like a cat fight

as I rummaged the attic that night

an old chest partly hidden from sight

sat in fleeting shadows gray and stark

it drew attention by its graceful form

mysterious presence in darkness cast

drawing one with temptation strong

heartbeat rising quickly fast

as sprung latches let the lid open

would it reveal ingots within

would candle light shine on fortune

I paused with deep breath taken in

then, found the chest filled with words

short ones, strange ones, long ones abound

some nouns, adjectives and adverbs

also in the mix, verbs and pronouns

enough to construct sentences

and gather them into chapters

words of beauty and fragrant essence

words worthy of human rapture

'twas a treasure greater than gold

seeds of consciousness and wisdom sown

grown into stories and poems of old

and woven into fabrics of fantasies flown

The Times (part 7)

                                                 Osama Bin Laden  

                                Broken is the spell that held us long

                                    our view of terror observed with scorn

                                          Osama Bin Laden is dead

                                              with a bullet to the head
 

                                     Justice delivered finally

                                          on the second day of May

                                             ten years after the evil deed

                                            that planted retribution seeds
 

                                      America did not forget the innocents

                                        murdered in that cowardly event

                                    our Nation now rejoices in the moment

                                            mental relief at last joyfully spent
 

                                     Forget not that ideals never die

                                           the evil torch will be carried high

                                              and spread the flames of terror

                           in America, far beyond those flaming towers
 

                Stay alert, remember always that the towers burned

                        protect your land and lifestyle earned

                             for they will not relent in their hate

                               of our great democracy, the United States

                                  relish in the land in which we dwell

                                         and resolve to guard it well