Poetry

Dreaming

Dreams
They may be prophetic
Never pathetic
Each with its own meaning
Trying to teach you something
Hoping you hold onto one thing
Sanity barely in your grip
Some dreams cause it to slip
What’s with this imagery?
Oftentimes cryptic dark imagery
To teach you to cherish the light
Yet filling you with abrasive fright
Fall has arrived, time for rakes
Watch under the leaves for snakes
Betrayal and enemies in the air
Your dream warning, the only thing making this fair/
Terrifying thoughts of death
Maybe even material item theft
What do all these dreams mean
Are they just another bout of rapids in my mental stream?/

Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Heart Beat

Ba-bum ba-bum/
The calm heart beats/
A calmness in the air, a peace in the streets/
Silently the sun swiftly sets/
The dangers arise, evil places bets/
What are the odds you’ll live the night/
What was that sound? Was it your fright?/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart turns up the frequency/
Your body shivers, surrounded by delinquency/
Go left, no right! Not down the dark alley/
Turn the corner, only to enter death valley/
Stripping you of money and clothes isn’t their goal/
These dark citizens are after your soul/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
The heart now the star of a bloody thriller/
Your eyes locked on your would be killer/
Mind confused, do I fight or run?/
Either way he”ll cut you down fir fun/
Drop to your knees beg for life/
A smile breaks out as he licks his knife/
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum/
Adrenaline takes over as you plead/
The chemical fuels your instinctual need/
Rush him, fight to survive/
He thrusts for you to no longer be alive/
Struggle on until warm flesh meets cold steel/
The crimson life force oozes from the blades meal/
Ba-bum…. ba-bum….. ba-bum
The heart begins to slow/
With each vicious stab the crimson will flow/
This is the true end/
There is no way a severed ventricle will mend/
Lifeless eyes, the reaper has played his roll/
Ever so quietly, these are the final sounds of your soul/
Ba-bum……………. ba-bum

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