"somnia" poems
Aegri Somnia Vana (Latin): a sick man's dreams; hallucinations
In the country of the blind,
the one eyed men are kings
So condemn what you don't understand
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It's more alluring to feed the machine
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Is your life the masterpiece you dreamt of painting?
From out of the depths,
Comes Father Time to devour your /follie de grandeur
Your blissful ignorance
Your wishful thinking
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It's all I can do to preserve a calm mind
Or try
But I'd rather play follow the leader
I'm plagued by my cognitive processes
It haunts me
And my inability to bring luminescence
to the infinite shadows swirling around me
Don't you know by now your essence of life
manifests in the vibrancy of your frequency?
Philosophy or logic
It's a Love > Fear dichotomy
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
Spoke to a Baphomet
Down by the willow
He was watching the moon bathe in that same river
That dissolved everything in its way
He whispered:' This is your version of Aegri somnia'
I tell him that this is not a bad dream and that
I really am shattered in thousands of pieces
And that
I came to lay my burden down
So, he offers a rope and I suddenly see a brighter season
He plays me ***** one for the shepherd none for the sheep
I asked for my own Beatrice back
she burns in a pit
9th circle - still have her knife in my back
And only then he tells me the rules-the waiting game begins only when the lights go out
But
I
Can't
See
In
The
Dark
Game over.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
*dreams push truth alive
desperation and desire
hearts fulfilled as one*
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
We make it through the night
alright.
I'm never ready to answer
when tommorow calls.
I loved that single braid in your hair.
The way you fought against the morning.
How, you ensnared my senses.
Your carefree smile
that betrayed your defenses:
I loved.
Summer is setting in.
The time we belong to
is seeing further restrictions.
So it doesn't feel selfish suggesting
" maybe we can stay like this...a little longer?"
The blinds are closed.
Still the light out builds stronger.
And I'm a mind away from eyes wide open.
I'm unfulfilled.
The next few moments will be killing me.
They say dreams only last
when your mind isn't made-up
(honey you should stay,
if you are feeling this unsure...)
but the time has come.
This illusion: it is losing its allure.
The time has come to wake up.
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Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 12:33 AM UTC
There she was
An angel in beautiful words
Words found only in his dreams
In those hidden corners of lubriciousness
Musky shadows muted the sunniest of days
Like-minds grazed in intensity
And from those shadows rose her sun
Resplendent and bold
Illuminating every nook and cranny as she passed
There is no judgement as he reads
Those possibilities in her beautiful words
Could it be, there is another...kindred
But no, doubt fills a mind wrapped in norms and raised in terms of proper
Curiosity begs the question
Her truth answers his innermost lies
Looking for justification, a way out
Raised believing, too good to be true always is
Looking for a way to feed doubt and squelch a fledgling reality
Yet found his fantasies in this angel
With a face that made them real
What do you do when your demons become human
When your shame is no longer shameful
When you are accepted as you are, in all your seeming depravity
When your darkest yearnings are craved by another wading in the pool of lasciviousness
When your concupidity is realized
Crossing the line dragging fantasy into daylight
Holding on with both hands basking in the sun
There is a sweetness in this angel with beautiful words
A loving nature, a truth that cannot lie
And there is a gentleness in his heart that he cannot reconcile with darkest passion
So, what do you do with a dream come true?
You walk away into the norm and leave the joy to burn in her sun
Pretending her sweetness feels no pain
Hoping against hope, that her reality was never your dream
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
There commenced a prevalent day
A day that was my own
My head being full of insanity
For if only I had known
Ere I found peace hath escaped me.
Desire had complete **********
A desire which had for years starved
What quickly came an abomination.
For it had such awesome denial
And even asked for devotion
Before it or I could even think twice
I felt a change of emotion
Such a change that said failure
So hence it finally left
I came to thee, and checked around,
It committed a great theft
Before I looked into my soul,
And was blind at what was there
Now again in peace I find
Happiness, cause I care.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Drowning in the smell of transcendence,
I saw too many people,
from the days I don’t like,
the days I try to keep in the basement.
Between clutching toilets and empty talks,
I met everyone a second time,
and now I’m locked in a car alone.
I couldn’t breathe and was losing a war with my mind.
Trapped in this prison, listening to people’s voices.
It was a beauty of a sound,
like an orchestra from a muse,
with the crying face from abuse.
With my tears still hanging on the window,
you whispered soft sparks of fire through my ears,
when you asked me,
where were my tears,
and what were my fears.
The kind only a candle can hear.
The night we were ballroom dancing with blindfolds on,
every light was off and the curtains drawn.
Swaying into the dark, like an avenue of trees.
Your eyes were born in that tiny moment,
where you want to believe.
Your heart was born,
in a change of season,
where you gave me no reason,
but to leave.
You gave me the keys to your heart,
then changed the locks.
Our love was like a delicate dandelion,
and you blew away the seeds,
so they flew with their tiny parachutes,
into the wind of the past,
and to cling to a stranger’s boots,
so you could walk away from the start,
and peer at me through your window.
After your heavy breaths,
you told me,
you’d rather be part of my story,
than a work of art, in my worry.
Then I woke up at the Main Street Park.
Now up on my knees,
I glanced at one of the trees.
The words “I loved her”
carved into the wood.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
Why do you leave me when I stumble to your doorstep?
Why do you call when you know I am most unavailable?
When ever will we make our rendezvous?
I fear for the day we come crashing together and I find myself all tangled up in you, helpless on a park bench for strangers to pick-pocket me while I am lost and wandering in sweet somnia.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
Heavy sticky eyelids drooping,
mascara heavy lashes flicking out
in curls one by one, fighting sleep,
fought it last night until I could
take no more. Made it to
4am by white powder and woke
to a thin roll of red stringy Thai smoke
that stank up the house and helped
me forget for a little while.
What am I doing waiting for your call
so late because I need to be held
and can't sleep alone.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
Tantum tempus temporis
quoniam aliena femina in meo cubiculo dormivit;
ecce illi quantum dulce somnus est.
Quanta etiam libera somnia sunt.
In alia aetate mundum certe rexit
vel optimo regi in matrimonio fideliter ducta est
qui iuxtus flumen psalmos luce lunae scripsit.
**** me iri foras egressum et spatiatum
Nihil occurit hic, nihil umquam fit.
Praeterea si incedat iam volat me narrare;
habeo nihil, praecipue erga quicquid erat.
Viam cepi aviam
qua celeres non superant;
dignis praemia sunt
qui verbum veritatis distinguere possunt.
Hospes solus me docere potuit
praeclaram orem iustitiae contemplari
et videre oculum pro oculo, et dentem pro dente.
Nisi duo homines in mansionem,
Est nullus in viso; verem exspectant,
proinde quasi ver plaustro accederet.
Mundus deleretur ea nocte
sed meae amicae aequum esset;
illa meo cubiculo dormiret *** revenirem.
Meridiano me promoveo
adhuc in obscura parte viae;
in angustos corruere
et constans manere non possum.
Alius mea ore dicit
sed solum meo animo audit,
calcas omnibus etiam tibi feci
quibus tamen careo.
Ego et ego
In creatione quo ingenium alicuius
nec alicui ignoscit nec excolit.
Ego et ego
unus alteri dicit nullus et videre
imaginem meum et vivere possit.
From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
this house is cool and dark,
occupants in the meleé of sleep:
outwards, peaceful;
inwards, facing demons and dark fantasies.
Morning light ushers through glass and open panels, gently probes,
but to no avail....they lay rest in quiet.
I greet her at the window with a tired smile.
we know each other well.
awake, I am.
dreaming, I am not.
but who's to say it isn't an illusion
since no one else can tell me so?
stuck at crossroads. urge to feel and taste outside air.
Morning and I will leave the quiet residents to sleep in,
and I will run my restless bones
until I know the world once more.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
In Somnia
We don't sleep at night
So we tend to dream in the day
Never fully knowing
If we're ever fully awake
Today
I felt an earth quake
And it made my life shake
& I wondered
Is this
My
wake?
I heard whispers
On the wind
Of a tornado
As it spinned
& I pondered
Are these my sins
A tsunami
Came on me
And it calmed me
As it thundered
& I wondered
Am I really
A
W
A
K
E
In Somnia
We can't sleep at night
So we tend to dream in the day
Never fully knowing
If we're ever fully awake
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Lying in my bed
Looking out the window
Staring at the moon
Silverlight caress my room
Feeling light like feather
Floating in a haze
Frozen pillows above my head
Confusion fills me instead
Wandering illusion
Wallow in the light
Serve me right
Eloquent dream
Dancing in the night
Hold me tight
Sleep silently falling
I'm slowly drifting away
Take me to a place
Where I can stay
My soul's fading away
Like silent screams
Deep into slumber
Gracefuy going under
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Silence!
The field mice have scurried off,
With the last of our sinister seeds
In their spangled, spiteful masquerade
Now the reddest of rivers carry wistful reveries
Out to a cold, callous sea
Tomorrow, the sun may climb once more
But where peace sleeps, war dreams
Coveter!
Dwell within your own spirit,
For these souls have wretched memories
And their willful, wanton deeds
May yet still sunder sons and daughters
From mothers and fathers
Tonight, we stitch our children back together
Because where peace sleeps, war dreams
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC
My mind is a pin spinning on its head.
Round it spins and round it goes.
Left alone it would spin forever, left alone it would be content.
But the world is cruel and nothing is ever alone. And so it wobbles at the breeze and it wobbles when blown and it wobbles sometimes by it’s own to-and-fro. It wobbles, and wobbles, it looks like it may just fall. Topple over and spin no more. But it never does, it always comes back. It always recovers. It always wobbles back.
And it keeps on spinning, round and round it goes.
My mind is a pin spinning on its head.
Maybe this breeze will be the one to push it over the edge.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
I still can't sleep
but I keep everything I need inside my room
I have some food to eat
and I'm surrounded by neat old jars for me to *** in
bad air seeps in
slowly creeping
I board the windows
and tightly saran wrap every seam
and duct tape over every vent
and jam some towels in between
my only door and wooden floor
and now it's me, and only me
secluded air is all I breath
and all that's left is my own scent
a heavy stench of human being
now I rest
I end up dreaming I'm asleep
but things start seeming sort of fake
and then I wake, but not at home
I'm still alone, but things are different
If I shift it
to my room
will all this dreaming still resume?
I'd rather board this place instead
create some safe air for this bed
it isn't home, but that's ok
perhaps in this place I can stay
and stay awake
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
up _ too _ late:
isorarelyknow
what's
good. for. me.
[it's so easy]
to lose min| hours| utes
}wrapped{ in thoughts
of what-could-be
& des Per aTe
to k>now
¿ who you are
thinking
>of< ?
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
and there were days when your kisses left hot imprints on my skin, smoldering.
i would shove my head under covers and hope to keep the glow effervescent, my fingers tracing the pieces of you left in me.
a deep sleep would try to pull me through soft linen, it whispering
"chase dreams here and not while you're awake."
but a hum in ears and a missing dip in a mattress,
cloth pressing against my skin, wrapped around my ankles:
a reminder that you were still not there.
and now i still shove my head under covers, chasing a heat that envelops the places between my thighs and shuns my feet from frost-
yet,
I can never find the warmth that you'd provide.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC