Dreamscape’s Doorway


Waking to the bright sun shining through the trees

Realizing that waking is not at all what has transpired

As I push through the barriers of unconscious mind

To find priceless treasures of a most extraordinary kind


Sometimes the visions arrive as if beckoned by the night

Others must be coaxed from the shadows against their will

Strange realities await me as the clock ticks on the wall

I drift out beyond the edge and feel the shivers as I fall


Such beauty beckons me from each and every side

As hideous truths come out to dance along the edge

I hear the chanting from some age old weathered text

As I cross the threshold from this existence to the next


A contradiction of elegance and impurity abounds

Fire and water intermingle like lovers of long ago

While land and sky meet in a torrid, lustful embrace

And sun chases a moon clad in black leather and lace


These illusions become etched into my conscious being

To a point that I feel most comfortable within my dreams

I often anticipate the moment I can collapse upon my bed

And let confusion and clarity reclaim their home inside my head



The Dream Is Life


Floating not falling

Only to fall when the floating stops

Chased by the unseen

Running but never getting away

Time is running out

Yet I have all the time in the world

The sun rises

But is only the moon in disguise

Confusion reigns supreme

As certainty is the most real understanding

Castle walls

Crumble away leaving cardboard shacks


I possess the wealth of kings

Lack of choice

Creates endless possibilities

Pleasure abounds

As pain becomes unbearable

I feel alone

While surrounded by the masses

Darkness envelops

As rays of light pierce my soul

Doors close

As I race through openings

Sewn shut

I fall through a hole in the sky

Slumber ends

As this dream begins again