what we had
together
was but a pleasant dream
real
only while asleep
yet merely
a phantasm
upon waking
your perfume
forgotten
a nightly fancy
turned nightmare
the stark morning light
now
smells grim
upon waking
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Erotica, R-18+
I dreamt a past
That could have been
Embraced seductions
That went unseen
I said yes
To her advance
This time
I gave love a chance
A fantastical story
With a dreamlike plot
‘Tis a shame I woke early
Because teasing’s all I got
I tried to return
To her ethereal embrace
But I was trapped by a different
Aspect of the dream space
This time I was the hero
Of my own epic adventure
Fighting demons
And going where most don’t venture
I saved the realm
And rescued my liege
Oh what glory!
Oh what prestige!
As reward
I was promised eternal bliss
Lands and luxuries
And a fair maiden’s kiss
Humbly I approached
And gently lifted her shroud
When I saw her face
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud
It was her
The girl from my past
The dreams had melded
I have her at last
What good fortune have I
To get another chance
To live and love
To play and romance
A fairy-tale ending
We lived happily ever after
I awoke refreshed
Having dreamt of hereafter
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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the toxic nightmare
the dream that traps you
into believing you’re awake
that lets you live your fantasy
for just long enough
to taste heaven
but not long enough
to be satiated
before you are wretched
back into reality
by a chiding laugh
laced with criticism
for being so gullible
as to believe
you deserve
happiness
let alone a beautiful dream
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Last night
I dreamt
Of my father’s death
The slow pathetic decline
Of a worthless man
Was reformed into
A noble sacrifice
A resilient stand against oppression
An act to be proud of
I knew I was dreaming
Yet I preferred to remain
Bamboozled and blinded
By the beautiful facade
In the dream
I wept freely
For a man
I understood
Cared about
And loved
In my memories
I grew distant
From a man
I didn’t understand
Care about
Or love
I woke conflicted
Are my dreams
Telling me
That my memories
Are fiction?
That the feelings
Felt in the facade
Are more fact
Than the fear
And confusion?
Or perhaps
I’m only questioning
Because
My reality was retched
And that dream
Like others of it’s kind
Are a requiem
For what could have been
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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The toxic nightmare
The dream that traps you
Into believing you’re awake
That lets you live your fantasy
For just long enough
To taste heaven
But not long enough
To be satiated
Before you are wretched
Back into reality
By a chiding laugh
Laced with criticism
For being so gullible
As to believe
You deserve
Happiness
Let alone a beautiful dream
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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