"dreamscapes" poems
Your stars glimmers
Belching, wrenching
Exposing my ethnic aura
A tape of heavenly bliss
The acoustic rhythm
Essentially subliminal
Satiably insatiable
Tracked traces covered
Your tree branching out
Railing through my bark
My bosoms blossoming
Tip-toe to my bareness
Your entirely arousing
A summation of beauty
A firefly to enlighten
Encased within to liven
A body I hold twinkles
Whistle magnetic presence
Sprinkle my mind to entwine
Assign your soul peacefully
A might, a light at sight
A whole in me,a one in you
Pluck, nip,smash,trap,stash
In dreamscapes and reality
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
I pluck the thoughts and memories,
That aren't remembered no more,
Shiny things in thoughts and dreams,
And babbles of treasure lost,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.
I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
My beak will tear and rip and pull,
And feed on memory's corpse,
All is food to the one who calls,
And walks the dusk and dawn,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.
I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
And finds lost things that none could find,
And brings them home with me,
The babbles I seek I will always take,
To decorate my nest,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.
I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
Up mountains so tall that no one can climb,
But I can fly so high,
Across endless plains no on can cross,
But I can fly so fast,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.
I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
Across endless seas where all become lost,
But I can fly so strong,
Through dark woods so dark no one can see,
But I cam fly beyond,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.
I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
And finds the secrets among all our thoughts,
And finds out all there is,
The paths I fly no one can go,
The treasures are mine alone,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.
I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
I pluck the thoughts and memories,
That aren't remembered no more,
Shiny things in thoughts and dreams,
And babbles of treasure lost,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.
~I am the Raven of Dreams, a Poem of Candlemas by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, February 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
*I listen to you breathing in the darkness
A sound that turns my lips into a smile
A soft rumble like the purr of the sweetest kitten
There is no denying that I am wholly smitten
So I listen to you breathing in the darkness
For just a little while
For just a little while longer
I am lost in the slow, steady sound
The sound that makes my stress falter
And I pray that life doesn't alter
For just a little while longer
I bask in the love that I've found
The peace that your slumber affords me
Is more than I have ever known
The hope that used to elude me
The joy that once seemed to exclude me
The peace that your slumber affords me
Makes it so I don't fear being alone
Tonight as I listen to your sleeping
I remember how life forges through
Embracing the unknown connections
The comfort in emotion's reflections
Tonight as I listen to your sleeping
I am lulled to sleep dreaming of you*
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
I'd paint you in dreamscapes—
visions of rolling hills
and fields of autumn leaves,
your form draped in grass
and sunset dapple—
porcelain, delicate beauty,
a work of art, the way I see you
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 8:55 PM UTC
winter covers the earth
in a requited slumber
dropping a bleak veil
of prolonged eventides
a sparse season's
dire landscape
professes a chill
of privation, across
frost crusted furrors
crowning cold fallow fields
resting from offerings
of a past season's yield
reaping passages
to the royal realms
the mystic visions of
this twilight nexus
germinating seeds
burrowed deeply in
recurring reveries
of future harvests
our dreamscapes
of abundance, sustained
in the deepest memory of
the advent of new seasons
Music Selection:
Paul Winter Consort: Icarus
Oakland
12/21/13
jbm
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
My mother always ends a phone conversation with ‘I love you.’
And she says that it is because you never know
When someone will be taken from you,
and I think that is true.
But her “I love you’s” have different levels;
One said in exasperation to my brothers
when they’re being particularly much
One said quietly to my sisters
as they drift slowly into their dreamscapes
and as she’s closing their door
One said matter-of-factly to me
when I am having a conversation with her.
It always takes me by surprise, and I know that it shouldn’t, but it does because the last level of her “I love you” is reserved for my father.
It is said, almost as an afterthought at the end of their phone conversations, said with frustration and almost resigned to her lot in life.
“— love you.”
The spot for the “I” is a glaring void of things left unsaid
It has given me a new greatest fear that I will grow so complacent in my relationship, in my life, that I too will end phone conversations with “—love you.”
Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 1:06 PM UTC
I see you here, now.
Phased out in dreamscapes.
Eclipse the conscience,
Those things lost in different states.
Screaming out my name-
Gentle lips, kiss my face
Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 10:41 PM UTC
Green giants swaying to a calypso melody
Cuban guitars nuance the springtime scenery
Beautiful Wisteria dancers and Dogwood musicians
Latino songbirds delivering ambitious acapella dreamscapes .. Caribbean percussive timbre in pitch perfect three point harmony ..
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
.
Starlit whispers
woven through sunset auras
upon a moonglow butterfly’s wings,
enchant the horizon
in uttered silhouettes
cascading ‘neath quivering heavens
As fireflies dance
creating flickering constellations
on a canvas painted
in evergreen breeze promises
and magnolia longings,
effervescent dreamscapes beckon
I follow silently,
gazing into the soft light
of yellow Jasmine’s reflective forevers,
breathing in fragrances
of a beauty that can only bloom
within your twilight smile
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
The morning sun inaudibly arising,
Yo-yo weather, blue skies and rainclouds,
The familiar view of the long awaited landscape, evoking memories of many a week spent here before,
The warm feeling of - ‘home’
Shadows cast by clouds hovering eerily above a ‘witch’s house’, high on a mountain top,
Two hundred foot drops and winding peaks,
Dancing streams and wide lakes, the deepest shade of blue
Pedestrian cows crossing a motorway bridge,
The timelessness of the ever nearing estuary, lying in wait,
Our second home – the tin house with two doors,
Our place of wild strawberries and happiness and peace.
The estuary sand and the shallow-deep waters, as inviting as ever, gleaming as I walk on by,
The delicate beauty of fresh scented flowers, on a fine summer’s day,
Endless winding roads, following the sun trail, leading to a place far away,
Sheep on the beach, curious and shorn as the evening sun fades peacefully and the serein falls,
Evening serenity and the swell of the incoming tide,
The mystery of the island in the distance, far, far away.
Blankets and dreamscapes and tea in brown mugs,
And dinner cooked on an open fire,
The lights shining in Portmerion at night,
The noceur of the night sky, the silver-white orb, dancing gracefully amongst the stars.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
I walk into a hospital and the hospital is a graveyard. A doctor stands with his back to me, performing a ballet autopsy on a bluish barbarian. A single salty droplet falls from the bluish barbarian's head and there is a tremor in his hand. "He is alive" I whisper. "Stop doctor, stop," I say but the doctor doesn't listen. I keep shouting louder and louder until I am making a huge racket. A skeleton nurse shushes me. I scream and the doctor jerks, his graceful movements broken. He turns to me and his glacial eyes take over my mind, stripping away my layers until I am barren, exposed. He speaks but his voice is a wolf's voice. A wolf's voice isn't like a human voice, it is ******* harsh. "Look what you've done" he growls. "Now it's impure. It's weak." I watch as the bluish barbarian becomes dozens of tiny screaming beetles. Then he is dust and the graveyard is an urban labyrinth. "You stupid thing," says the doctor but the doctor is now an ant. I laugh and walk into the labyrinth but the doctor-ant follows me. "Shut up" I say and I laugh and I cough and I walk into the phlebotomy lab and break my skull on a glove. "I told you" says the ant and it walks away and I cry.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
soliloquies of silence
interrupted by fresh dewed tips -
and subtle variations of tingling sensations
where do i start..
pressure before the storm.....
illustrious clouds break open heavenly showers of golden light rainbow water droplets
and i’m coated in the elixir of a thousand sunset,sunrise,noon time clouds
painted by the colors that these mischievous droplets of water have been ,
it is dreamscapes luxuries that escape in mid afternoon ,
mid night time
at invitations glance
and slight brush stroke of hand leads to quiet moan from lips escape the mind pleasantly tied up in a pearl like haze
invisible fingers wonder yonder and invisible lips bite at soft spots
yet
the experiment continues for the transference of energy cascaded gathered up in
chakra centers with bounce between head and root three times then down to earth then up to crown the energy returns electric.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
To become aware of the single moment that needs interpreting
To be jolted from sleep between sheets creased in the tribulations of dreamscapes
Clammy hand pressed to neck you remember yourself
And before it slips and crumbles spiraling up to the cosmos it is captured
Pinch your eyes together and draw the cool water from the well
A friend’s arm around your shoulder; a sweaty smile, meandering through
The crowds of faces, each one drab and still, motionless for you
Tendrils of tenderness wandering o’er a body consumed in secret greed and corrosion
And the cheeky faced attached returning curiosity masked in love
Flitting up and down the stem of the one you knew to be yours
Yearning for her to open her petals and reward arduous labor
The repose of correcting ages of missteps and the satisfaction of
Correctly placing lost experience
Enjoying the rhythm pounded out by drums of progress, and then pacing
To one all your own
Reasserting brutal individuality in spite of legions upon legions of conformity
Then ironically setting the trend
Once seized, every vague trapping melts down weary head, past hunched back
Beyond knees bend to reach toe tip
Revitalized by the comfortable shade of your whole self, the parts unwanted, unseen
Usurped, intangible, inconceivable, and most illustrated purely glow
A self if surely sacked, a reanimated soul now softly speaks, and sexuality is assured in
Each slow step
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
1.
Sweet love
Oh, such sweet love.
2.
Stick into the pincushion of hope
Gentle pins of far-off dreams,
Holding wispy threads of desire
For which time (as a heading) is never enough.
Push down and drown all thought
Which beckon expectation -
And trust to want less.... or nothing;
Thus reduced, we get no fails.
3.
All up to the sky
We cry,
Agonising -
That waiting of footfall.
Then.....
Lovely flow.
Yes, let's dare to increase
Irregular patterns of abdicated pain.
To fulfill what is so held back.
4.
Because of you
Three days can last a lifetime
Full of affection and delicious warmth
Within the bearings of your arms.
5.
Dreams in the coffee whorls
Willing spindles now
Turn as they eddy...like happy tidings
All around my head.
Dreamscapes thrive
In dulcet whirls inside our core.
6.
No shipwrecks here,
No abandoning of esperance.
No deserting,
No dereliction of love.
No grief,
No castaways on hopeless coast.
These proffered crumbs on palm
Become sought-after......and precious gifts.
7.
Sweet love garnered over time
Poured slowly.....into sacred cup.
Where phantoms run to hide away
No abode for wicked despair.
Oh, for lovelorn hearts and broken dreams
To find such gladness in a cup
We hold hope, ever bold....so deep in heart
And sink away in woven bliss.
Capsule of infinity.....
8.
Come, let us drink
From our coffee-cup.....
Of love.
Oh, come......
9.
Time to kneel and give thanks
Place forgiving wafer on tongue.
Take none in haste
Accept only when ready.
To....
Drink sweetness of sky's nectar.
10.
Of pastures plain
And meadow green
Swift do echoes fall
As moments slip away....like clouds.
11.
Oh, and....
One sugar....
(No analogy needed, surely :)
Hot.....
(Nor here!)
And BLACK, please.
S T, 11 April 2013
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
*Deep within Sleep
Gleam in the beautiful Dream
Attract the mindful Abstract*
Pleasantries of meadow breezes praising my soft warm skin, Rows of wild green stemmed roses sway silently to zephyr's sonata, colorful floras bless the land with vibrant violets, blues, reds such desirable scenery to take in upon the moonlit Earth, Distant sounds of soft howls barking at the pale blue moon
**Dreaming free__________warmly touched breeze
Vibrant roses__________colorful scene**
**Moonbeams mend__________Earth's dreamt surface
Blessed soft howls__________restful meadow**
**Pleasantry__________pristine dreams flourish
Violets, blues, reds__________Zephyr's song**
As I open my pale blue eyes the land I possess inside dreamscapes, divinely flourishes with deep beauty, The happy sun makes its presence known by sharing its gifts of growth and warmth with the Earth's den, while nature dances with glee at full blooming process, The birds sing their illustrious praiseful songs unto the newborn life that Mother Nature produced for all to share
*Endearing sun
Growing beautiful flowers
Rebirthing nature's bounty*
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
my lipstick
on the mirror
stretch fingertips
toward truest feels
jar the numb
as I smear
the color me
from wrought fists
wringing heart
cheerleading
through conjoined
memoir dreamscapes
forged with helix lips
spinning ourglass
to shift the sands
while I stifle
these cries
steeped
in stab
for the
greatest good
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Here's to the ephemeral nights carried away by the sounds of birds.
While you were tracing constellations in your popcorn ceiling
I was drowning in the midnight blue, thinking of love,
And how the shape of water reminds me of you,
I packed a bag of dreams for the bus ride down your memory road
To keep me occupied in your dreamscape world
as I chased remnants of wished-upon dandelions
back to the backyard where our laughter still circled with the wind
only to find you waiting with our two-handed promises still knotted together
the dreamscapes shed around us
and sunrise glow burned through our souls
shoulders hunched by weighted confrontations
night escaped hours ago, but I, desperate to hang on, drown in day-glow
My memories and dreams have melted into motion blur
And thoughts of you carry them away to the moon.
I am back to where you left me last, taking reality on a walk,
As a long summer day saunters ahead.
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 4:40 PM UTC
Under these hushed, tranquil hours,
I bid sweet dreams to you and the night
pulsing this love through my veins.
Into oceanic dreamscapes,
I take us,
as the stars omnisciently bleed through blue skies heaven.
Your silhouette plays exhibitionist to the moon, its' light dimly casting over our sweet lullaby.
Wrapping you in the solace of nighttime wishes,
You bathe me in a sweet sea of serenity,
our bodies swimming in harmony.
Seeing you so close, I bend ever closer, whispering,
"sweet dreams, baby", as my rains gingerly bleed through pink petals heaven.
Come morning's first sweet ray of sun, we'll serenade a new ****** as I bid you a good day.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:08 AM UTC
deeply swaddled
in troubled sleep
covered in
blankets
soaked
with woe
vast crushing stones
of daytime vexations
wring out
the very last
drops of aching
night sweats
a constricting
conscience
strangles
the possibility
of rest
eruptive
violent
struggles
subverts
a desperate
restoration
this damnable
listless sleep
yet in the
nadir of torment
as another
bleak daybreak
creeps closer
a fluttering
voice
hovers
to whisper
courageous
dreamscapes
into my
drowsy ear
"don't be afraid,
I am with you
commanding
the help of
an army
of angels
10,000
strong!"
these are
the days
of miracles
and wonder
don't cry
no more
Paul Simon:
Boy in the Bubble
Happy Birthday
Paul Simon
Jacobs Dream
Marc Chagall
jbm
Oakland
10/13/11
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
The menacing shadows weave silently
Inching their way into my once tranquil sleep.
Tentacle like visions invade
The placid Dreamscapes of my slumbering mind.
So tired of having to want;
Only needing what’s required to truly live.
Despair well nigh devoured hope
Engorged on trepidations, I find
That solely for loves sake
My resolve of spirit toils
As the uninvited shadows languish,
Succumbing to the dawns gentle light
I arise to hope another day
And I smile
With my twisted heap of naive heartstrings broken
My soul filled with the bittersweet essence of
All the hollow passion since faded into fantasies
Hardened, steeled emotions never asking favor
Forever willing to face the edge of loves abyss
Just to take the plunge once more
And I still smile…
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC
You're cold, and so am I.
The bundles of black tree stalks tower.
Their short ice-coated limbs puff like smoke,
Such naturally produced chimney stacks.
But this wonder inspires madness.
This magical world with you and I
Can only be measured in the real.
Why cloud ourselves with synthetic doubt,
When we could cherish what we can see?
The morning sun, squandering for heat
Has yet to overcome the winter.
The right recipe would ruin sight
Of something so much greater than warmth.
Nurturing open landscapes with you,
Our esoteric dreamscapes break free.
Your smile is what warms my cold heart.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
sleep
is just a metaphor for
deep dream seeking.
chasing dragons & demons
through a seamless sequence
of events which
defy all weakness
with tongue in cheek
& grinding teeth
toward bedsheet beacons
bright light beams
that scream through
bleak dreamscapes.
but better your head
than these streets & freeways..
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC