Nightmare at Noon

Truth in dreaming

Instincts in sanctum.

Ventose voices.

And a wetness between my thighs.

Damn the weight of desire and the conscious fire inside.

In a war of tug and pull

Part of me is slithering through the keyhole.

Daunting. Like black spiders in our made-up bed.
Unveiled like inkblot blemishes with eight hellish legs

I’m cringing at the forthright extortion
Of the battle within a great muttering distortion.
And the ignorance toward key requisitions
And the bruised pretty soul faltering the use of intuition
…..I’m spinning in convolution of techno color and black and white. Dizzy with the daggers in and out of sight and I’m spinning in a whirlwind, reeling through the night, twirling, twisting before the sickening blackout below; coiling. Spinning in a vortex until it leaves my mind..

Before
There were the cures for poison and a voice that sang in tune.
And dreams of a predator tongue lapping at my wounds.
And the weight of a wild spirits body pressing on my own.
Like an orgasmic ride for a soul,
Like acquiring a blessing from the wolves

And Now
In my slumber there are the others

And they’re merciless and hungry.
Howling in packs and circling fierce and idly.
Unprotected as confusion does; I am watched by yellow eyes
In a world without a sky -
In delirium as nightmares do devise
I fear they sense corruption
I fear I am powerless under they’re sneaking destruction.

Paranoid,
I ponder juxtaposed 

Unnerved, unarmed and exposed.
Moil the salvaging against the pain in death they’re dealing
Divulged nihilistic sabotage versus said instinct to keep breathing
First I hide my precious things behind dirty glass to keep us safe
Unconcerned by time out there they pace

And though I did think to seek our refuge in hiding
Little precious beings stagger to me midst their dying
Their flesh impaled, bleeding entrails, punctured by their savage jaws
I comfort it crying, curling up in my arms
And I look outside unwilling
To watch the small world keep spinning

--Awakened--

To the wettest of days
Blinking in the high noon light rays
Lying still, on my belly I enter
The place in me that knows the answers

These are nightmarish creatures
Alive within me as my lucid story tellers

And the merciless ambushing crumbles at the sight of the dawn
And the curiosity about a remedy manages to respond.

Go on as the day would so intend.. Waiting for the night to come again

Author's Note

Based 100% on a nightmare I had, in case some things sound off putting (or strange), it's intentional, this poem is just a description of a dream.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I love it , although I am not sure I have the background to understand your words here .... its powerful and deep , I wish I knew more :

Before
There were the cures for poison and a voice that sang in tune.
And dreams of a predator tongue lapping at my wounds.
And the weight of a wild spirits body pressing on my own.
Like an orgasmic ride for a soul,
Like acquiring a blessing from the wolves




And Now
My dreams there are the others and they’re merciless and hungry.
Howling in packs and circling fierce and idly.
Unprotected as confusion does; I am watched by yellow eyes
In a world without a sky - In delirium as nightmares do devise
I fear they sense corruption
I fear I am powerless under they’re sneaking destruction

[Ragin Cajun]

Wow this was great... You have a special gift. Keep it up.

[B-poet]

Wow that's great intransigence. You've found your niche. Your creativity is contagious. Great work.

[Kala Benfield]

chilling. I loved the vocabulary. Powerful and also very deep. I liked the part when you were talking about the spiders. anyways, i loved it !

[EYES OF MY SOUL]

You have talent and your a story teller but if i had to say the line that capture me for some reason was

These are the nightmarish creatures
Alive the curiosity about a remedy manages to respond.

Good work..

[Devons]

Ironically, after reading your review of my last poem I fully expected to find the first thing I read of your own to be lucid and comprehensible.
I was attracted to this poem through the power of its title but I'm sorry to say that was the first and last thing I understood. I'm afraid this poem suffers rather from a severe attack of verbosity. The structure of the piece is interesting; and the atmosphere is deeply heavy and Gothic, but the wording is over-complicated and therefore the theme and meaning are lost. It sounds very good but it doesn't communicate.

PS. When reviewing I don't engage in 'tit-for-tat', I merely give my view - so forgive me for sounding negative in my critique.

[Autumn]

You have a great talent to chose your words, the imagery is impressively smooth, deep and vivid. Simple and complex at the same time, the emotions are felt even more.
Amazing.

[The Pain Stays Fresh]

Amazing. It gave me chills. The imagery is very vivid and it is so well written. A wonderful poem.

[The Empty Hour Glass]

This is just amazing! I was left with chills running down my spine. You're an excellent writer - your use of imagery and the structure add to the overall effect the work has on one's emotions. All I can say is I hope to be half as good as you and please, keep writing!

[Kenneth Ring]

That was really good. I wish I could write poetry like that. My skill is in short stories though

[Remember Courage]

This was really terrific and i loved the parts were you labeled something then had corresponding things beneath is. Your imagery and detail is refined and endless. I truly enjoyed it a lot. A wonderful poem . My favorite stanza was
Before
There were the cures for poison and a voice that sang in tune.
And dreams of a predator tongue lapping at my wounds.
And the weight of a wild spirits body pressing on my own.
Like an orgasmic ride for a soul,
Like acquiring a blessing from the wolves

This was really a nice write and over all very enjoyable. Thanks
-Courage