Dreaming Someone Else’s Dream

I look up and I see

Buildings in the sky.

Elegant, immovable but... hanging.

Strangely weightless,
Strangely so concrete.

A city in the sky,

It is adorned with strange, 
Symbolic statements  

Unrecognizable and 
Unfathomable to me.

And yet familiar detail 
I just spot it...
In this reality unknown.

In equal patterns,

As part of the façade,

Are planted cameras - 
The all-seeing eyes.

Unmovable, all powerful,

All-knowing, incapacitating,

The cameras are known to me,

Familiar, too real.

Now it is not so strange.

I realize I'm dreaming... 

I know now, I am dreaming…

The dreams of somebody else.
 
Someone, somebody
Who is also sleeping 
In the future,

Into another realm.

A future not so distant now.

And in this future,

In this dream, to me bizarrely
The feelings now... so real.

Darkest Coffee

In the palace
into my mind built castle,
In a marble walled,
Marble floored one spot Cafe 

Heavy heart and,
Heavy minded,
I walk inside, 

To have another cup of coffee black.

Walking slowly,
On the chess board black
And white tiled floor,
I then approach, slowly siting down...

The only table in that place
Half white, half black -
It is my table
Where I sit - alone.

'I want my coffee
Dark and bitter please.
“Like my life was
Until now." 

The olive skinned,
Mysterious barista,
Existing here only, now,

She comes, she serves me and she disappears.

One more time
I'll drink... and ponder
On all the 'if's
And all the 'why's of past long gone.

One last look,
Last gentle blow
In the bitter earth' nectar...
I take first sip.

Now and here, there is only me,
The palace and the marble
One client only, exquisite Cafe,
A while cup, and the coffee... bitter, dark.

The first sip -
A liquid kiss,
Black fire scorching
tissue thirsty. My soul is free.

Now nothing doesn't really matter.
Nor if I'm having coffee
Or the coffee slowly
Is consuming me.

Crimson Fog (Lust)

I have secrets. 
In fact... I have a lot.
This particular, however, 
I love, desire, and despise.

Lust! A crimson fog that comes

To snatch my brain. 

Again. 

And makes it fly into a bleeding sky.

And lift it high 
Then even higher
To splash it hard
In pleasure, guilt, of fluid brain.

Perceptual, erotic ebbs
Of flesh and heat alive
And bashing, crashing flows of 
ends and halts and death.

Elevating all my flesh 
And all my soul's contents 
In screaming,
Maddening orgasms.

Depleted  
Out-of-soul
Out-of-body 

Out-of-matter.

Only where Sea of passions
Shore of Death explodes
The lust is gone.

And only where life

And death collide

And then, before it starts... again,

For a moment I am at peace.

The Pain (obsessed with it)

Pain is grey,

And pain is blue,

The pain is red,

And pain is... death.

Allergic to pain,

Addicted to pain,

Just fine with the pain.

Pain, Pain, Pain!

Give me more of it,

Let me drink of it,

Don't let go of it,

Get rid of it... No.

Allergic to pain,

Addicted to pain,

Just fine with the pain...

Pain, Pain, Pain!

Dive into it,

And dwell into it.

Run away from it,

Dig it, and eat it. Shit it.

Allergic to pain,

Addicted to pain,

Just fine with pain...

Pain, Pain, Pain!

Give me more of it,

Can't let go of it.

Allergic to pain,

Addicted to pain,

Just fine with pain...

Pain, Pain, Pain!

Lacrima, Lacrimosa (fear of tears)

The fear of tears

Is hard as a stone

Almost impossible, 

To tear the fear apart…

Time and again beginnings and ends 

Will meet and collide  

Tear down and build up,

Time and again.

Laughter and sorrow

Elation or love,

Pleasure or awe… somewhere among,

Linking together the powers of dawn

Fear the tears,

Denying the ends,

Or, let tears well up -

Abolish control…

Is the well almost empty?

Or the well has a hole…

Was the sun much too bitter?

Throughout a voyage so long…

Something might be missing,

Some things could be found.

Sometimes in the spaces,

Some place in time…

 

   

Haiku Elegante (Dance)

Mad dust in a gleam.

Sing my heart. Dance! No music…

The floor is now gone.

Of Healers, Witches And Warlocks (Burn)

One pair of eyes… yours.

Two pairs of eyes, three..

Fourth pair of eyes...  Screams!

Yellow, red, orange... Flames!

Bonfires, people and mud, screams...

I can’t see… I go deep.

I walk with a cane slowly. Now I see...

I’m there, Now I feel...

It’s a dark, cloudy, short day.

I hear a bell tolling…

“Tintinnabulum”, a boy shouts,

I don’t comprehend…

I turn to my right,

I understand...

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live",

The Dark one is screaming.

Three pyres, three wild bonfires,

Three miracles defeaters - light up three times by three.

One woman is screaming,

Her eyes are shut.

One woman is praying,

She is looking upward.

One woman, the closest,

She's looking at me…

Her face convulsing,

Her eyes are in pain.

Now she is smiling, she’s smiling at me…

Yellow, orange, and blue – Flames!

Fourth pair of eyes – Screams!

Third pairs of eyes, two…

One pair of eyes… you.

I sit in the chair.

You are there with me.

You look into my eyes.

I look into thy.

The room has returned,

The heat is still there.

Now the alarm’s on, and…

This is the end.

You smile, 

And I smile.

And we say

our goodbyes…

The faint odor of fires,

Disperse on the street.

I sip that dark coffee

Another cycle - complete.