Dancing Thru Dreamland

Strange things dare to appear in dreamland with sands of time flowing above,

Somehow, somewhere to dare sleep slip away lest she have something to say,

After all, night is day in the fertile fields of dreamland as spacious as my soul,

Yet there is an ubiquitous emptiness in the fullness of the mystic meanderings,

Wanderings wondering where we are going in, around and through absurdity

As odd broken thoughts flit about here and there in the eclectic eccentricity

That only a sleeping psyche can conjure without conjecture in senseless beauty

In dubious duty to slumber so sanguine, never languid, causing anguish of mind

In binding it to such bizarre bazaars of mixed recollections and new tales told

Without rhyme or reason in the lullaby season in treason against rationality,

But this is dreamland, after all, where the banality of my reality is left behind

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Memory Bench, Accusing Board

Lying deep in dark forest keep is the bench of mocking memories

Holding tightly spellbound, painfully crowned with cursed indignity

In such place of beauty to please, and quiet to put the soul at ease

But the bench brings past to present to quench any delight of sight

And soft sound, so now drowned in melancholy that all seems drear

Far and near, as sleep steals over one who can no more see nor hear

And cheer is forbidden in accusing dreams, cream of hell’s theme

On Memory Bench, stench of regrets screaming from Accusing Board

Let Me Rise Above as I Lay Me Down

I lay my life down in your arms, O Beauty and Peace,
So be gracious to grant me rest and on life new lease

Crown me with your love in this forlorn town of humanity,
And drive away the insanity as I now lose all of my vanity,
And bold let me enter your fold for there is rest, I am told,
And there mold me and make me like you, ever so divine

And as I walk these paths and talk with pilgrims who balk
At the idea of any tranquility with hostility and no humility,
Let me not be ensnared in their claptrap, but rise above
Such fray to your love this very day along life’s terrible way

I lay my life down in your arms, O Beauty and Peace,
So be gracious to grant me rest and on life new lease

After such great turmoil graciously grant the best of rest
In your numinous nest, and to be gone with soul festering;
Let me find merciful safety in your hands and loving bands
While the sands of time slowly fall through the hourglass
Of heaven leavened with passion that shall not pass me by

I lay my life down in your arms, O Beauty and Peace,
So be gracious to grant me rest and on life new lease

And if at Night I Cannot Sleep

And if at night I cannot sleep,
Then let me write soul-deep;

Let me make my way to day,
Say what is much brighter,
And higher climb to a star
That does shine from afar

Let me endure and adore
Such quiet before me laid
As paid for by restless soul
With gaping hole to be fill

Yes, if at night I cannot sleep,
Then let me write soul-deep

O Dreamcatcher, Dreamcatcher!

O dreamcatcher, dreamcatcher! What kind of dreams will you capture for me?
Cream of cosmic adventure, stream of comedy, or some schemes of the devil?
Will you lead me to screams of delight in bright moonlight, or maybe to fright?

O dreamcatcher, dreamcatcher, what dream will you catch for me this night?
Will you have me running neath sun in unadulterated fun, or lying and crying?
Will you fly me up high in the sky with golden birds chasing wondrous words?
Or, perhaps, chasing herds of buffalo that flow across the plains unchained?

O dreamcatcher, dreamcatcher! Will you bring me a dream to sing in the dark?
Will numinous wonder be so stark that I mark the time spent as real reality?
Will you lead me into enticing sin or bring me to consecration in glorification?

O dreamcatcher, dreamcatcher, what dream will you catch for me this night?
What sights shall I see, and will there be sprites? And what shall I then write?

O dreamcatcher, dreamcatcher! What kind of dreams will you capture for me?
Indeed, what dreams will you catch me this night, mysterious dreamcatcher?

O Blessed Night

O when blessed dark falls, creatures crawl
And peaceful sleep calls with the night
When blessed dreams take free flight,
Any sight of waking troubles out of sight,
And I might climb the highest mountain
Or swim in the deep blue sea with you,
With me and together see the wonders
Under cover of sky high waves that save
Unknown treasure beneath their cloak;
I’ve listened to every word you spoke,
And poke my head into numinous cloud
So proud to see you again, beloved friend,
And only wait at your gate in anticipation
Of new explorations and sights to see . . .
While it is night and all seems so right;
O blessed covering neath moon and stars,
Soon enwrap me again in serene sleep
And keep me till Sol rises on far horizon

Waking Thoughts

Will you be there when I arrive?
Please don’t deprive me of you;
After driving so far from home,
Tell me I’ll be arriving in yours

Crazy thoughts flow in and out of mind
Still in bind of sleep, eyes keep closing;
Repair something, you say? But what?
With tender, loving care . . . But what?

Heavy heart vacant as an empty lot;
Except for you, so much is changing
And I strain to see how, where and why
But I don’t know where the train is going!

And what am I to fix in this mix?
There’re no tricks up my sleeve!
Anyway I didn’t break it!
Then how can I remake it?

I feel like crying after trying so hard,
But I just wanna know if you’ll show
What’s up ahead? Will I have a bed?
I tread lightly . . . now I’m so afraid!

What will I do? I don’t have a clue!
I just know I didn’t expect the blow,
And now . . . my heart feels ready
To explode; completely unsteady

Will you be there when I arrive?
Please don’t deprive me of you;
After driving so far from home,
Tell me I’ll be arriving in yours

Tell me I’ll be arriving in your arms!

Evening Song

As the day is dying in the West,
And I lay my head down to rest,
O give me of your best to keep
As my eyes close in deep sleep

Rest me now in your arms
Far away from all alarms
And safe from evil harms
And all nefarious charms

As the sun dips o’er far horizon,
My heart enlighten ‘n brighten,
So there’ll be light in the night
And no awful monsters to fight

Rest me now in your arms
Far away from all alarms
And safe from evil harms
And all nefarious charms

Stay here as day bids farewell,
For with you sleep will be well,
How comforting I cannot tell
But you are my one sure citadel

Rest me now in your arms
Far away from all alarms
And safe from evil harms
And all nefarious charms

Rest me in your best tonight,
And all will be good and right,
And all will be good and right . . .

Plough Through the Night

Dedicated with love and appreciation to Tati and Tony of Unbolt and Crumble Cult , two of my magnificent inspirations.

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Night comes with fright now and sweat on my brow
As I plough thru the starkness of thick darkness;
Fear grips my mind and in like kind my heart, too!
And I cannot allow myself sleep, to descend into
An unimaginable keep of dangerous dæmonic horde
To lord over my very soul, and so to make me drink
From bowl of victims deep in the layers of Sheol;
So I lie awake for sake of my heart, playing part
Of an unending battle ‘gainst the Watchers terrible,
But this is unbearable, and eventually I succumb
To dangerous slumber for dæmons to plunder and
Rip me asunder under moonlight fair and bright
That sheds her light, my plight fully known to her,
And it is in her sight I find they cannot bind me,
For she fights my soul to save as she staves off
Such demanding band of wraiths as sand of time
Passes thru hourglass till morning cock-crow
When begins again the show of life-way on another
Day as I arise again to say, “Good morning to you!”

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