Amid the blending shadows of night,
we liberate reality's sight.
We seep into a realm of no boundaries,
where we feel fear, lust and misery.

We are now entrenched deep within,
a dimension of our mind called REM.
Where meanings to the visions snake,
into past and present, til we wake.

We stand aside as scenes play out,
while sanity, our id's, now doubt.
Where colors leech, yet blood runs red
and all inhibitions now are shed.

Rewinding moments and memories past,
watching how it was, our lots were cast.
We see those that are long since dead,
we stand before doors, options of dread.

That twist of imaginational delusion,
that gives rise to philosophical conclusions.
We were in a place, that never was.
But to our horror, exist, it does.

And in the dawn that follows dreams,
is revealed the truth of what we've seen.
In that lightening moment of lucidity,
we see within, our own frailties.

Mystical tension allures understanding expressed
wondrously, dimensional exhibitions of meditational
rhyme, executed knowledge of unseen destruction
forcefully performed, without attention of lunar
intellectual thoughts of mediational telepathy taught
from the universal planetary of assumption knowledge
collapsing remarkably in density, assuming supplied
questions will be dismissed without explanations
without where it all begun, before the big bang appeared
through knowledge of universal intelligence complicated
and acknowledge without answers from the planetary systems
formed from only atoms and more experimental attachments
located among the inner-dimensional universe.

Through meditational rhyme pronounce in a second of united
time, separate atoms in three seconds multiplied double in
volume escaping miraculously through infinity, doubling over
again, creating new dimensional worlds, moons and spheres
shooting seeds of life through the universe creating bacterial
growth attaching to more bacterial antibodies.

Through thought patterns of our super-consciousness inner
mind, we know intellectually, what makes life exist and move
through circles of explanatory blacks holes, of other dimensional
escapes of time travel as we may believe.

Life as we know it, will revolve again in different forms of deep
imaginational energy, where it will transform into objects of
thought progression of creation.


By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

Emotions burn deep, catching a glance
of inner fire, savage fire burning without
release, pain without knowledge!

Welded-in spirit demon force rages forward
like a vessel tossed in the sea, flames
burning, no ultimate healer.

Thick with denial, comfort seduces acceptance
upon arrival of fire laced in the noted realization
of each illusion materializing.

Illusions die hard when loves turn
away without a warning, truth should
be everyone's friend when it comes down
to love, go away false Illusion.

Dreams reinforced, collecting thoughts
of today, perfect love gone bad in a
second of time, savage fire burns, no escaping
it's useless to pretend life was made for your
liking, you're the savage fire, making you
stronger with determination, force, persistence
of heart, soul, power of love irresistible energy
among all who have made it happen.

We are the creator, imaginational power stronger
than knowledge calmer than realization, we are
the creator of illusion.


ByDerenaBree
© 2019 DerenaBree (All rights reserved)

Walking down the stone brink path
I saw it, a castle, it's beauty made me
stop and stare, amazing stories
behind this castle I thought!

Flowers outlined the old gray walls
bars covering the windows, behind
the high trees, mountains stood brave
like forbidden mounts, of snow and
green, accented from stars shining
brightly from above.

Lovely! just standing their, taking
in it's beauty, from a hard day, now
strolling in the woodlands of sheer
delight, collecting natures art free
of charge.

Fragrance from flowers stood still
not a breeze, only sweet smell of
perfume that brought thoughts
creeping in, of times, when kings
queens, roamed these paths so
worn with history.

For a instant I floated on the cobble
stone path, in a gown sparkling
like the stars, veil draping down
my shoulders, as I drifted among
night blooming jasmine, mesmerized
from the tremendous beauty, and peace
of my imaginational movie in my mind.

In the background the sounds
of flutes and laughter of children,
echoing through the air, till the sound
of traffic and horns broke the spell.

By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)