Morbid Dreams

Morbid Dreams

“i lay down my life that i mat pick it up again . . . 

for i have the power to do so” JC

hence . . .

Morbid Dreams

i sit here now in my attempts to transcribe death

and it’s supposed illusions

when faced with such a thing

all logic flees reason

they no longer proclaim themselves as truth

they relinquish their espousings

to the chatter of fear

hence . . .

Morbid Dreams

at this juxtaposition

where all that we think we are

and all that we dreamed of being

is confronted

there are no real smiles

just their distant memories

we, in but a moment 

can examine an eternity

and as we do so

surveying all that is meaningful

we become full of the absence

that which is held by an unknowing hand

hence . . .

Morbid Dreams

the people who are around me

do not seem quite real

and i do feel something

yes, something looms above.

there are no voices calling

no white light

just a certain uneasiness

that lets me know that i am still here

that epiphanic moment with no ample description

still yet dances in and out of my awareness

and the taste of it is sweetly unknown

each breath expressed

though not counted

is deeply appreciated

as they are now

all the years i have asked “why”

and such things as . . .

“what have i come to do”

could i really be that simple

have i come here but to die

to lay down my life

and in doing such

watch the illusion of life as we know it

flow down that cyclic path

from the River

to the Ocean

in a continuous undulating motion

i had no notion

until now

that life begins

in the face death

hence . . .

Morbid Dreams

i am reminded of the Genesis story

where life began in the face of darkness

as did light

and we, man has clung to this as his truth

and in our Cosmic youthful exuberance

we that have been able to describe

the Essence of God

and we have done so that all may follow their direction

and in the derelictionous ways of our leaders

we too have ascribed to the poisons of death

the Soul - Death

in so many ways

yes, we have been affected

and we believe it to be our Solemn Divine Duty

to contaminate other Souls  . . . like

of our Brothers

and Sisters

and the Mother

hence . . .

Morbid Dreams

when i ponder upon “hence . . .

Morbid Dreams”

i do know that nothing is what it seems.

could this have been but an invitation

to peek behind the curtains

of home made delusion

well in my conclusion,

i know it is not time yet

even if i must pen this past verse

and disperse this request

to trust in naught but what you see

if you choose to trust in words

be able to see them

if it is thoughts

see them feel them .  .

if it is Dreams . . .

live them

if it is God

Kiss Him

every day

for without You

actualized beyond the veil

this will be your living hell

hence . . .

Morbid Dreams

(c) 11 March 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.