Thursday, September 3, 2015

GRAVEYARD COFFEEHOUSE - "Giving New Life To Dead Poems"





My dreams they cry out to me
Supplying within illusion what reality
Cannot and will not give
In reverie I meet you half way
Cavorting within the realm
Between Shagri La and the paradise of the heart
Seeking your majestic kiss like the full moon
To turn back time and relish in what cannot be
Grasping fate by the throat and making it relinquish
A respite of passion and desire
Choking the life from truth
Long enough to break free from the ugliness in your stare
Running away to a sequestered room
Making love with furious intensity
To live this erotic vision until first morning light
And tearful goodbye
Opening my eyes and seeing only ghosts in a splintered mirror
Yesterday's forgot and disinterred
Phantoms with painted faces and garish masks
Trying to deceive as I await sleep again
In my dreams I am shown the path to salvation
I am invincible within the soft caress of memories
Even the nightmares call me friend there
For I know what is real.







The irony of being immortal
Is watching all you love and care about
Die in front of your eyes
Slowly fading and withering into dust
While the memories remain fresh and alive
Dancing with ghosts in a ball room of the mind
Becoming a relic lost and confused in the present
As time drones on
Without passion, sensuality or purpose
Draining your desire even as you lust to feed
Wondering where is that reincarnation of the woman
You loved so long ago
Can she be that attractive clerk in the store
Or the lady walking home late at night alone
Under the pale blue moon light
Maybe she will always be gone
Forever lost between a moan and a sigh
That first kiss and the ecstasy of making love with abandon
A picture post card from the past
Bundled with love letters and birthday cards
Coming to life again in dreams
Smeared with the blood
Of innocent babes
Fighting for their miserable, insignificant lives
Screaming.

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