VIEdeREVE...( dreamlife )

Viedereve

'Tis when the orange orb

sinks slowly beyond the West

into the sea absorbed

that slumber grants our eyes a rest

Our consciousness leaves us as well

as we enter a realm of waveless tides

slowly rising on glassy swells

to carry our essence far and wide

We travel unfettered by time

hear echoes of words never spoken

conjure vivid scenes sublime

and linger in dreams begotten

We embrace the depth that conceals our reality

under the shimmering light above

as light sabers pierce our identity

and lead us into fanciful love

The creativity of our unconscious mind

concocts savoury midnight visions

that occupy the void it finds

with pleasures of innocent fabrication

Our slumbering trek becomes a pleasure

and pleasure illuminated in dreams

refreshes our spirit in full measure

before morning banishes our dreams ever so sweet 

REFLECTIONS...

Reflections

Mirror, mirror on the wall

grant true reflections to us all

I stare into the looking glass

with humility on my face

as reflections settle in my eyes

confirming the substance of my gaze

When facing a concave mirror

I appear short and squat

as my eyes blink and labour

to accept the reality of that

When facing a convex mirror

I become tall and skinny

I find this sight much better

but won't accept that view of me

Then, I stand between two ordinary mirrors

that sandwitch the substance of me

as my reflection propagates forever

and I see infinite reality

'Tis me over and over

flawlessly reproduced, never better

reduced to pixels growing smaller

that eventually vanish inside dark matter

My reflection solemn and serene

is alive in disembodied copies perfectly alike

that occupy the infinite depth seen

while my substance has no end in sight

The Last Supper...Revision #2

The Last Supper

'Twas a voice like an comforting pulse

that spread gladness upon us

who had gathered there to dine

and savor sweet communion wine

 We listened to presented thoughts in stifling silence

words rose to conscious level and enhanced

the barren shores of our vision stream

words marooned there in exile it seems

They floated on spiritual pools deeply calm

 they filled the solitude of our shrine

and exposed those unspoken desires

that surfaced at the midnight hour

This dream world strangely remote

took shape within cold grey stone

and existed in prayers loudly sung

in hope of obtaining redemption for forbidden fun

Incense filled air and organ music

crammed our souls with blissful bits

as altar boys guessed not their fate

while serving the providers of pearly gates

'Tis within this communion of holy men

pedophiles hidden among them

that participation in the last supper

is held in a crumbling church structure

Past sins float to the surface
like so much hidden garbage
and nothing will stop the stench from destroying 
the faith of those that the Church claims to be helping

Jennifers' Maple...

Jennifers' Maple

She stands shredded in her ravaged condition

as my heart breaks for her situation

her full leafed beauty

no longer is a calming sight to see

Her severed limbs on ground shaded

mark her elegance now faded

as the brutality of hired rapists

have mindlessly seen to this

Sweaty, bearded men mechanically erected

above her virgin canopy with birds nested

have savaged her priceless living bloom

and pilfered her beauty too soon

They have maimed her Summer crown

by chopping her appendages down

Now, her twinkling cover of green

remains in memory to be seen

Warm tears run down my cheeks

as this recurring vision fails to cease

and in my white haired moment

I can feel her silent torment

'Tis a sad but necessary hour

and I seek retribution on these violators

as her vibrant presence was cut down

by uncaring power grid clowns