Half past deliverance ~

_wicked nightmares, perhaps_

Where the moon sets

     and crimson darkly rises,

living color in helter-skelter

      dreaded dreamscapes 

deafening core truths are pitted,

  inflamed hideous creatures

show their true nature's twist, 

posh ghosts reintegrate from dust

  reenacting on frosty terrain's 

     biting master plan scenario, 

haunting reverberation's, escort 

  splintered runaway strangers

     to have their own way

       free falling from the skies,

startled shortwave shocks 

   half past deliverance's aberrations 

            never to be assuaged

    in smoke and mirrors evocation, 

wounded eyes blink circumstance

      whilst incriminating prisoners

      strike as chord's regrets

          locked under surveillance,

appeased at the gates 

    of bloody damnation's incrimination

 reality's dawning light wavers subdued,

burbles of denial's bubbles popping

    fractured in existing frailty

    breathes contentment 

       in wakes allayed suspicions,

             daybreak filters on chance sanity 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Frontier]

" runaway strangers
to have their own way
free falling from the skies" - wonderful line! Love what it says and the flow.

You and Kubla have such similar styles, was this a coincidence or do you inspire each other haha.

Lots of good sinister imagery. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Frontier, I didn't think so but many people have said, that's quite the compliment since I think Steve is genius. :)

[Rene Salinas]

It is intriguing to see how the world that surrounds you literally hits you Frieda. It must be something to behold the way you have grown accustomed or not accustomed to see the people you see and feel through the things they say and the evocative nature of what situations represent in you. Yet for some unknown reason it felt in control as if it was the observed rather than the one that was doing the observation. Which shed light in a objective way. The painting of the language as per usual a delight at times soothing yet a lot of strength and might. And you suspect of what the true intention behind some is.

Mrs Marple can help.

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

Something alright, why do you think I write, it's my therapy, or I'd implode. I think Jane was a spinster by the way, so Miss Marple to you. :) Thanks Rene.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wicked indeed… it rolls of the tongue and hits you right in the darkest part of the soul. Now my mind is mrs twisted then it was before.

[Frieda P]

As if that were possible. :) I meant thanks muchly Dale....

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Anything is possible Moonbeam.