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Rabiu Ameen Aug 16
Weird as it may sound
You come and go, round and round
Your duty's time-bound

You! Nocturnal keep
Creeping into deepest sleep
Guilty when you peep

Mounts a frail device
While our minds skate on thin ice
Be gentle and nice

Sleep is lame and cold
Casts astral beams of pure gold
My soul! Please, be bold

Flicker images
One from a thousand ages
Tales from few pages

Mold them still with clay
Playbacks that trouble my day
Keep nightmares at bay

Lost souls on a race
To a ****** embrace
Dream's name must be grace
#spirituality and sleep
#mind-body-spirit connection
My Dear Poet May 24
.
all sleep
some fall into it
few enter in
.
neth jones Feb 2023
the world is flown
       and i sleep beside you wed
 our mossy appetite has become cleaved  
                                   a sleeve running between us on this bed
      a warm hum     the pores  pipe open
    intimacy issues forth    traversing the gap
  intelligence sliding    slack and froth    
        like moist candy-floss   icking and tearing

our shared dream
     our powerful phantom
         gussy travellers
       ravelling in sheets of smoky sea
 grey/green misting of the memory gland
gathering up dead celebrity
tuning structures to our jubilee
re-creation in a vibe theatre
we're partners conducting our behaviour
                         for a grand flotsam revelry    
                                      dizzed up and narcotic
         no doubt ; we are unreal

it is the neon hour...

i flicker
           feeling the rushing of your warm system
         i feel weather speed over our bodies
                               striping and refreshing the energy
            in the oil light blinking   i see you
          scar beauty over the berths' landscape
           you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes
          you are if to say     "plug back in to our shared motion"
           "we could be imperishable"
         "i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse"
          you brush my hand which fizzes
                                          and i clothe my eyes
           re-enter our developing potion
          
          within   our great mouths feed alike
          our dual nature is a shared gratification   within
guided evolution of a somni-lucid state
Syd Aug 2019
A- Always
L- Lucid dreaming
O- On
N- No Specific
E- Evening(s)
روبرت Dec 2018
You’ve awoken my heart
So wake up please
I’m getting sleepy
My lucid dreams smother and inject terror into my heart
They terrify me
Wake up please
I cannot fall asleep
Is it really 11:03?
Aaron LaLux May 2018
Can’t escape her,
not even in my dreams.

Last night she was there,

in my dream,
I was crying,
these eternal tears,
& instead of running away from me,
she took my head placed it on her shoulder,
& told me she was there for me & always would be.

Then I woke up.



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Lili Oct 2015
I’m too sober for those dazzling eyes
                                                    Fangs on my bleeding neck
Piercing into my darkest places
I can feel everything
                                                    Is­ this pain or is this beauty?
From your eyelids clicking
                                                    Am I here or am I nothing?
To my heartbeat prancing
                                                    Will­ you medicate me again?
Temptation
                                               ­     Paralysis
Fear
                                             ­       Fear
I can see you inside out
                                                     Numb
                                                     Nothingness
Numb
My brain again
Your face in my lucid dreams
                                                    Touch me again, haunt me again.
Last night I woke in a cold sweat.
Heart slamming against chest,
facing sharp, hard regret.
In my dreams I was in bed with you,
in a great white house.
Just across the hall, was the King of the Jews.
A petrifying dream. I had a ******* while Jesus ate the last supper across the hall. I was filled with lust while he begged me to walk with him.

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