Nightmare at Noon

Nightmare at Noon

A Poem by Jazmen
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Truth in dreaming

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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

© 2013 Jazmen


Author's Note

Jazmen
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.

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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


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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Very nicely written, i must just say wow.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Good tone, rhythm, and cadence. A seeming spoken spell.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 12, 2012
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Jazmen
Jazmen

Pacific Northwest, WA



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Studying Science and Philosophy Claim no religion and I have no categorizable political views. I am interested mostly in the new science sociocyberneering (The Venus Project + Jacque Fresco) .. more..

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