Oh I wish I could dream

It's just a damn poem....................

 

 

Oh I wish I could dream

 

 

Oh I wish I could dream

neath a nightscape disaster

frowning entanglements

formed in these eyes

Fractured endeavors

from here till tomorrow

born of this heart

atop stagnant steam skies

 

Dripping of sense

never once fond of finding

answers in deep

as the quicksand holds on

Sinking this man

into unknown decisions

raking his soul

crossed the oncoming dawn

 

Painting a picture

in oils on canvas

clear as a bell

ringing quick to it’s toll

Clutching this throat

deterring all breathing

dropping the fear

ever hard on his soul

 

Grabbing a thread

and a rusty old needle

stitching this mouth

so to no longer speak

Draining that blood

pulled from fingertip prickings

crimson expense

slowly rendering weak

 

Watching the fall

from some higher up places

chuckling loud

at the sound of his scream

Checking a pulse

in an emptiness feeling

waving goodbye...

Oh I wish I could dream

 

 

Author's Note

My friends, this is not about relationships, or talking or love or anything at all...It's just a damn poem. Geez.....Kind of how I was feeling at the time....

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Jack your other half is on his own, this piece is different from your style of writing..however I enjoyed the read......

[Jack...]

Thanks my friend. Strange things happen when I actually think.

[A. Amos]

Keep thinking my friend

[SyberRose]

Nicely dark and a nice change from your sweet romantic pen...enjoyed reading as always Jack...Rose:)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Rose.

[BlackRose]

You're a great writer who can be human too. We all are. You have come to terms that you are if this is the case. Life is never perfect, and we just have to come to the realization it won't. Just don't beat yourself up about it. We love ya like a friend, and want to know we have been inhuman at some point and have regreted it. And this great write as always. Dark yes, but you never disapoint me when you write and express so well.

[Jack...]

Sometimes I wonder if I am human at all. Thanks so very much my friend. I appreciate your kindness to me.

[BlackRose]

What's to question, we're all not perfect by any means. Just because some handle it differently, still doesn't mean we all are or give anyone right to act like they are. Pleasure, your very welcome. :o)

[Chris]

Readers get into their "readings" and when they "see" - well, how is the person who was simply the Author to argue with THEIR perception of subject or content?

[Jack...]

Oh well Chris, I'm just an a*s that's all. Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

[Chris]

having a "tough" tongue-in-cheek moment are we? Get over being human and remember that is what all of us as Poets always deal with... and YOU ain't even half bad Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks Chris, it's my other half I worry about....

[Chris]

that's what we all say! I made some fresh coffee - there's a mug there on the counter if you need to pause...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, this is dark...this dream is an eternal one...

the wish to escape what is real and fall into that deep perpetual sleep...the next life.

love the wording.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Jacob.

[s y e]

Woah Jack, this is deep and dark my friend. Definitely a powerful write. We all make mistakes and sometimes we need to wait until that person is ready to talk it all out and forgive and move on. Sometimes time can heal... other times you need to just move on.

// Dripping of sense
never once fond of finding
answers in deep
as the quicksand holds on //

I nearly drowned in this..... be strong Jack.

[Jack...]

Yes my friend and sometimes we look in the mirror and say...who the hell is that? Thanks so very much.

[s y e]

I do that every single freaking day, Jack. I relate and you know it.

[Jack...]

My friend, if I was as pretty as you I would have no problem facing that mirror.

[s y e]

Nah Jack, trust me you'd be avoiding them and then when you make mistakes you want to jump into the mirror.......

[Sami Khalil]

We all make mistakes and we fall or stumble in relationships. We stitch wounds with old needles of the past and at the same time look through windowpanes for higher places than this existence. Some watch us fall and some give us a helping hand. As your friend I will give you a helping hand if you ever need it...Be strong dear poet...An excellent write...:).............

[Jack...]

Thanks Sami, but we all stumble and we all get back up again, brush ourselves off and learn from the mistakes we make...well I do.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So true...You are welcome...:)..................