What Dreams May Come

A spoon traces reality's wake,
leaving behind ripples of that material you hold of so dear.
Lazily bejewelled spectres drift after,
all consuming behind veiled greed.
Lavishly they take their fill
of your ill dreams.

Never Ending, Ever Spiralling stairs send you
to the places where hope begins.
Ghostly dancers reside on pedestals of jade,
serenading in place amidst fluted rose pillars.
Beneath cigarette filters
their feet beat out a precise rhythm.

Disapproval splatters like rain. Soaking discarded the prom dresses
of desolate angels, resplendent in their despair.
Ebony Eyeliner runs ragged down pale cheeks
as rain pelts lifeless eyes, from whence tears come to mingle.
Abandoned, they trace their sorrow in imperfect blue lines;
emptily they wallow in forlorn and forsaken dreams.

A glib word and beautifully turned phrase
glow forgivingly in soft dawns light.
An ever expanding, all encompassing feeling
hits you like a pillow-padded train.
An ember inside of you turns to conflagration
at the mere mention of Her.

Pigs root about, in suits of finest silk.
Reveling in sties of rotten lettuce and mouldy bread
they eagerly eat up all that’s thrown into the trough,
whilst basking in the degradation of a species.
Weasels happily bring more to the table
entrapping countless thousands.

Trios of eyes glow softly atop clawed forms.
Deftly growling at passing children,
they stalk out of closets and into nightlights.
They creep along after frightened children
hoping to grasp succulent bits of flesh
they merrily snap jaws at ankles that pass.

Fists pound flesh as combatants quickly change stances
lightning quick. Anger clouds eyes providing an addictive anaesthetic.
Feet rise precisely in an attempt to break an opponents guard.
Blows are gladly exchanged with grim smiles. Teeth fa-
-ll like blood. Smirks replace common sense
as anger dies out along with a combatant.

Hopeful Maryrs lie in wait, looking eagerly
for a victim to save. Super powers mingle with good intentions,
creating an imbalance in self-sufficiency.
Capes fly high to fight Godzilla and other monsters of yore.
Titanic battles are won and lost with a rude awakening
as super heroes falter in mid-dream.

Arms encompass all the worlds that could ever be
as you find yourself closer and closer to her.
When emotions find their exchanges
angelic cries will gleefully pierce the cold nights,
hypnotizing all those who listen. They are
testament to love shared, tantamount to everything held dear.

A spoon floats in realities void,
bending that material you hold oh so dear.
Shovelling you full of your illusions till you burst.
Surrealism gives way to sadness even as sadness fades to love,
quickly transfigured love falls prey to greed.
Fear of the unknown brings about selfless sentiments.
Salvaging your soul you try to help others,
only to fall prey to fleshly trappings.