Blinders of the Heart

The reticent tongue does not speak of what lustful eyes see.
Feelings are released through unsolicited dreams —
where heavily she breathes through intimate screams.
Vividness of dreams seem so real that even the scent of her is remembered.
Chanel No.5 is not there when he awakens, but somehow its fragrance lingers;
he still feels the softness of her hair through passionate fingers.
He is with another, so he tries to forget her;
the torment of his soul is his heart’s unceasing desire.
To temper his raging fire, his heart must wear blinders,
for to see her is a passionate reminder.
The woman that lies next to him, is not her;
his secret desires she will never know.

Autopsy of a Broken Dream

The autopsy of a broken dream is started with the collection of the scattered pieces. The scene of the final tragedy must be reconstructed and seen through the eyes of the afflicted. The genesis of malady must be traced back and seen clearly; see the hope of the heart and its failed audacity. Glare upon pain in its rawest form, and with astuteness write down your observation. The thoughts of the oppressed must be dissected with precision. To properly conduct the procedure, the dream must be placed in a sterile environment completely void of contaminants. Notice the scarring of the organs denoting internal turmoil. They must be weighed as studious attention is paid. Record the various weights, and make general observations of its final state. It was beautiful in its formation but short in its realization. If you have to, step away briefly and ponder the beauty of what could have been, and then start again. The dream did not have any friends, so at the ceremony you will be the only person to attend. Make sure it is treated with dignity as it appears to sleep peacefully. Remember your duty and maintain professional reputability. At your own discretion, try to visualize what it couldn’t see, and in your memory remember what it wanted to be.

Peaceful Memories

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Peaceful memories, wrap me in warmth and calm my thoughts; send me to a place of tranquility and love; infuse my mind with fond memories of my childhood, and let me see my mother’s face glowing in light. Kiss me with the kisses of solitude; hold me in the darkness of night; be my guiding light in dark and stormy seas. Shower me with feelings of love, and deep emotions; bring me back to that place of safety that sheltered me from the storm. Revive memories of laughter, and of those wonderful nights in the summer. Cover me in a warm blanket of peace, and bring happiness into my dreams; take me to the places of endless cherry blossom trees and vast lavender fields; let me float atop lush greenery in the sunshine, and remember all the beautiful and wondrous times. Let peacefulness and joy enter into my heart, and circulate through my bloodstream. Peaceful memories, please let me touch Polaris, in a late summer’s dream.

Lovely Lilac

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In summer dreams, and beautiful thoughts I see,
Colors of lilac in beautiful splendor waiting for me;
In gardens lovely and rocky hills, peace overtakes me,
And calms my ills. O, lilac trees how gorgeous are you!
Your different colors are like a dream come true.
In spring you bloom till summer’s end, then the winter comes
And you’re gone again. I will patiently wait till the winter wanes,
And in the dawn of spring I will call your name.

The Worlds

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A barren and desolate land where tumult and disquietude pursues you to no end. A place of deep darkness in the vastness of the other world. Crows spread their wings and navigate their way through thick putrid air. Their piercing cries and calls can be faintly heard in the other realm; their dark feathers conceal them from sight. Only an occasional glow of the eyes can be seen. I can see the other side, almost touch it, but I cannot cross over. Invisible shackles hold me back. For years I have sought to destroy them, but most have proven elusive. Those close to me have witnessed the shackles. They see them clearly, and they have toiled endlessly to release me, but alas I still remain in bondage. Strangers jeer with presumption; I cleave to hope with frayed thread. My movements are controlled and orchestrated by unforgiving and unseen forces. They render me lethargic and wilted. Obscurity has been an unwanted friend and we have abode now more seasons than I wish to count. The portal to the other side grows smaller and smaller by the year, by the day, by the hour. As the hour is upon me, I am incessant in my pursuit to reach it, to break through the dark layers and let light flood in. Will anyone assist? Is anyone there? My own echoes confirm my plight. I am resigned to my fate. Miraculously, fire still burns within me. I must conceal it in a secret place, lest the crows and whisperers of the night gaze upon it and uncover my resolve.

Lavender Dreams

In lavender dreams I see you, and I am lost in your love. Your sweet scent intoxicating me in my subconscious, calling me to lavender fields in the warmth of the sunshine. My love, in those beautiful fields you walk barefoot, a product of nature and divine creation. Your smile is beautiful and indescribable, causing my being to feel a sudden warmth and deep feeling. Your long hair glistening in the sun is a sight to behold, it is a glory and gift given by the creator. I had fallen in love with you instantly upon beholding your countenance. Adorned in all white, you looked as delicate as a flower; as gorgeous and sweet as a pink rose bush in full bloom.

Darling let us walk slowly in your fields and converse about the heavens. Let me prove my love for you and toil in your fields day and night. At night please stare out of your window and cast your gaze on me, for your eyes are heavenly and loving.  Three seasons ago I would have never thought that I would have needed you; needed your love. You had been visiting me for some time and I played the fool; I had taken you for granted and you had stopped visiting me. What a fool I was. Day and night I slept like I hadn’t slept in years, calling for you, begging for you to once again visit me in my dreams and comfort me. I cursed myself for being a stupid and foolish man, to take for granted such a wondrous being of love and beauty. Where are you? Where are you O, woman of the lavender fields? Come back to me for I was a fool and I now fall on my face and will wither away without your love.

You came back to me and rescued my failing heart and weakened spirit. You rejuvenated my will, and gave me purpose once again. Be me wife lovely woman; let me make my solemn vow to you right here and now to always love you. I cannot go on without your smile and warmth. I refuse to be a fool ever again. Let us walk the lavender fields together and enjoy the fragrance in the evening. Let us have picnics with the finest samples of cheeses  and the rarest of wines. Allow me to prepare a fine meal for you and then bathe you with the sweet scent of bath oils. Such a natural beauty; such a wonderful woman of love and laughter. I had heard of other men contending for your love, and trying to steal your heart. Who are they to understand the complexities and the true nature of you? Who are they to sneak into your fields unannounced and harvest the sweet fragrance of your lavender flowers?

Darling they were too late, for I had already stolen your heart on a warm evening in spring. I had already vowed my vow and poured out my heart to you. I cried in your presence and released my emotion like a caged bird is released into flight once more. It was then that you held and comforted me. You held my hand and guided me back into your fields once again for a midsummer walk. I looked at you in glowing light and I could not hold back my feelings and my love for you. I held and kissed you as we stared into each others eyes and whispered our vows to each other once again. I love you woman of the lavender fields. We will hold each other and dance once again in my dreams. 

Ode to Dreams

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O dreams, you visit me in my sleep,

And infiltrate every hidden part, 

Of my unconscious thought!

You lull me with pleasantries, 

And induce fantasies of all varieties;

Lovely dreams, you take me away

From my wretched reality,

And cause me to ride on the wings of the angels.

In heavenly bliss, high in the clouds I ride!

The moon and the stars glaring bright,

I glide by Polaris and give it a kiss;

The clouds lie underneath me in peace and tranquility.

You oft have visited me when I least expect

And grace me with your presence:

Sometimes I beckon you to come,

But you come in your own time.

Your vividness enthralls me,

And gives me reprieve

If only but for minutes or hours;

I try to grab hold of you,

And keep you permanently,

But you always slip away.

Before you go this time,

Why don’t you think about it and stay?

You should know how I feel about you by now,

For my endearment for you is like no other:

Last week, you even made me dream about

reuniting with my mother!

In warmth and visions you wrap me up,

But dreams, why do you end so abrupt?

Even so, every time you leave

I hate to see you go.

Dreams, you have been with me since my childhood,

And in a world of hell, you are a temporary escape;

An invigoration of hope and aspiration

to be attained in the real world.

You cause me to have visions vividly!

And make them my reality;

Your unimpeded excitement is like walking on glass,

Across the vast sea!

Please visit more often,

You never have to knock,

For the door of unconscious thought is always open;

Turn on the lights and let yourself in.

I look forward to our next adventure,

What could it be?

Maybe the woman I am to be with forever?

Will she be beautiful and have long hair dark as a raven’s feather?

I will ponder these questions as I now go to sleep.

Old, wonderful and trusted friend of mine,

In my unconscious thought

Is where we again will meet.