A Dream Within a Dream

My head twists and turns 

With the rhythm of the drum 

Her voice pierces my ears 

Like a siren she calls to me 

Through the dusty speakers 

That mount my desk 

My body seems to stands to attention 

Eyes slipping to the dark and back 

I have to keep my posture good 

But it falters

When I forget 

What dream holds me now 

What place am I in 

A shoreline greets my boat 

We jump onto the sandy beach 

It crunches beneath my boots

As I look up

To the cliff-top 

Figures stand 

Singing out to the sea 

Their guttural song 

Gliding across the waves

Realm of the Dead

I found myself suddenly on a bridge. I stood there for just a moment. Taking in the atmosphere. I was standing on a bridge in the middle of a lake. The air tastes like early morning. I couldn’t see the end of the bridge, both ends were shrouded in fog. As I looked out to the lake I could see some large ripples appearing, moving fast towards me.

As the ripples came closer I could make out a large, shapely body beneath the water. The creature beneath the water suddenly launched its large body unto the rails, balancing precariously with its huge weight. It looked at me thoughtfully for one moment, came to a decision, then hopped onto the pavement right in front of me, shaking the bridge slightly.

“Tell me about yourself.” The creature bubbled, its flippers motioning as he spoke.

“I’m not sure there’s much to tell.”

“Nonsense” Its words gargled, forming foam from its mouth that slipped off its giant tusks.

“Am I dead.”

“Yes you are. Soon your heart will be weighed and judged.”

“Who are you then?”

“I guide the dead.” The huge creature posed it’s body upwards, stretching out its flippers.

“Why are you a walrus?”

“I don’t know. Why are you a human?”

“That’s actually a good point.”

“There you go.”

 

We watched the lake together. Time stood still. Does time even flow in a place like this? I heard a gargling of water come from the walrus as he began to speak again.

“So, who are you then?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Recent Activity~

I’m really happy to be posting again and writing. I haven’t writen any poetry for quite a few months now. It’s an odd sensation. For me creativity and inspiration comes in waves. Just like moods, and different ways of thinking. It can be really productive but also quite scary as to how fast and how much I can change, it takes a while for me to get my footing again, but I really feel like I’m starting to control this a bit better as I get older. Is that a good thing?

Lots of things have been going on for me over the past few months. I’ve fufilled my dream of owning an adventure bike. I’m yet to use it to its full capabilities! But I’ve been on quite a few day trips and over just a month I’ve done 1546 miles (2488 kilometres). I’m very much addicted to riding this beast of a bike. I got a brand new NC750X Honda imported straight from the land of the rising sun, Japan. Which blew me over the moon, being a Japanophile.

I’ve been thinking about this blog often, what I should do with it, should I solely write in poetry or should I use it just to write and post content on my “exploits”. Recently I’ve even purchased a helmet camera to catch some footage of the places I travel to. Catching a first person perspective of myself riding a motorbike is beyond bizzare but incredible. I’d like the idea of making motorbike riding music videos or just mini documentaries of places I visit, just having chats. Unfortunately the first video I’ve put on youtube, I’ve mounted the camera way to forward so there’s a frustrating angle to deal with. I’ve fixed it now but it is very annoying, haha. I suppose you learn as you go.

Many times I’ve been thinking, how should I express myself, how can I reach to people, how can I be seen or heard. I think a lot of us think the same thing. How we want to be known. Music, photography, video, painting, drawing, poetry, singing. All these things we do to be seen or heard. To be pondered on, on our unique point of view as a human being, our intellect and our minds.

I think I will just use this blog to post what I feel strongly about and write poetry as I always love to.

Anyhow, it’s nice to write, and it’s nice to be back.

Hope you’re all doing well!

If you’re interested in some of the videos I’ve made and will be making, then check out the link below:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCH8u8kQSphPcXFX_PNml8vw

me and dad 3

Night Terror

Fire!

Leaked from the stars

The endless night

Raged

At the thought of light

Awake!

Men of Steel

Stand sharp and tall!

A thousand teeth

Unsheath and set themselves

To work on flesh that now hangs from bone

The hot fangs melting steel to skin

Awake men!

Stand sharp and tall!

The light will come for us

In the end

Knocking Back the Wine

Have you ever dreamed

For someone else

Knocked back the wine

To the roof of your mouth

The fumes rising up

To massage the brain

In a red mist

Tantalising the nerve endings

Thinking of you

In a dream

Where I’m in a bar

And you’re sitting there

Under a spotlight

Everyone else in the dark

Everything is in slow-mo

Your laugh up and down

Your eyes dancing around with mine

Your lips longing

And hands wanting

I just want to dance with you

Clumsily, drunkedly all night long

Until the sun comes up

And we wait to meet again

When it goes back down

Because the dark

Gives meaning to the light

Knocking back the wine

Trying to get that dream again

 

 

Phantom Photographer

A camera takes shots of me

Whether I like it or not

I tell it to stop

But it takes another shot

Its flash blinds me

Unable to think

So quickly I run the taps

To fill up the sink

The waters cold

As is my heart

My camera is scared

I hear it shaking apart

I throw the lens into the sink

And give the body a nice cool drink

The cameras dead

Resting at the bottom of the sink

Heavy as lead

Yet the flash still goes off

Taking another shot

A Real Dream

Your words come to me

Slowly, as if it were a dream

Their muffled sounds penetrate me

Until the meaning becomes clearer

I can make sense of the dream now

“You’re a waste.”

 

It’s a sound I’d like to forget

But it keeps rolling around in my head

I keep dreaming it

Your laughter starts to become clearer

I can see it’s just good sport to you

But I’m boiling from the inside

Boiling, slowly erupting

Was it a dream

Did you really?

 

My Lighthouse

I can see her now, alight in the city

A moving lighthouse, guiding me

Through a maze of unrelenting waves, hitting my boat

I’m barely keeping myself up

I could let myself sink, I could tip right over

I could let the sea take me to its abyss

But she’d never allow it

It’s her light that shines through the waves

composed of many faces

Until her light is all I can see

All I can think of

I let myself become warmed by it

I let it hug my skin

I could take it off for her

I could show her the fragile cage underneath

Breaking, crumbling at the beat of my heart

Beating to the rhythm of this love

I don’t mind, I want to show her it all

All of this ragged body, mind and spirit

She’ll bring it all to the light

No piece left untouched or gripped by shadow

The mischievous rock

There’s a rock in my room

That floats around my space

It can speak to me, telepathically

Floating in the midst of my dreams

It tells me I’m no good

Dropping itself, repeatedly, on my head

I wake up

Put it ouside, for bad behaviour

But it keeps smashing my window

 

“Not again” my parents say

But it wasn’t me

It was the rock!

See what you’ve done now

 

It keeps smashing against my head

Until I can’t think

I think he wants to get in there

I’ll grab a knife

I’ll split open my head

And let you in

Just don’t tell my parents, okay?

 

 

Looking through

A repeating dream convulsing

Through my limbs

Digging, unrooting my flesh

Planting itself, right in there

Clenching my motor cortex

 

It’s a dream

Where my tear ducts

Are torn out

Where I’m dancing in black rain

On a white platform

In the spotlight

With the sea as my audience

The rain swirls around my movements

The clouds are clapping

I can see her face up there

Looking right through me

I can’t stop dancing