Just Another Dream

The night was eerie and cold

and then  the wind would  fallow

as the moon shining bright

 the wolfs began to howl 

in so far,

 silent remain the owl

as demons began to prowl 

amongst  the tall trees,

 where it was always shade

 the sun broke out

where the bees and birds

would cladder

because of light

thought they would shutters  

like vampire's to light

the demons began to flee

the ones  inside of me 

but before the currant

rise to see the light

i was awoken from a dream. 

Author's Note

i was drunk when i wrote it

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have been having bad dreams. I awake, hoping the world is still here. Hello Mauricio. I liked the wild thoughts in the poem. If I am lucky. I write poetry in my dreams but the new world. Leave us with more questions than answers. Thank you for sharing the your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Mauricio Montoya]

i have them all the time thank you bro

[Amber Stone]

LOL...still amazing, Mauricio..this is a beautiful, obscure but magical poem...so well done.
we all writers should get drunk time to time then. :) sincerely, Amber.

[Mauricio Montoya]

thanks Amber i'll have to read ur work sober then get drunk and reply, lol when i drink i'll get bad nightmares, one night drinking this came to mind thank you much for taking the time to sit and chat.

[barleygirl]

Words of Wisdumb brings up an interesting point for debate. I actually DO believe that I do my best writing when stoned on large amounts of marijuana. And I kinda brag about it all the time. To be honest, I still feel judgmental about you touting that you wrote this while drunk. We all have our misguided prejudices & assumptions about the old stereotype that writers need their various substances to do their magic.

Hell, why is it okay for cigarette smokers to write about the romance of a writer sitting with a pen in one hand & a cigarette in the other, yet I get flack for being a stoner-writer? Anyhow, I applaud you for just being yourself & not worrying about the judgemental masses. Your poem reads exactly like a dream feels, jumping around a little bit random in spots, but also drawing us in deep in spots, as if immersed in a murky liquid of foreboding (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Words of Wisdumb]

Altered states produce altered works. Both writing and intoxicants involve experimentation which is fine as long as we don't believe "I do my best work when I'm stoned". Great Poem!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Yeah I'll drink to that, thank you

[Crowley]

Sometimes drinking can bring about good writing...lol. Ritualistic and full of foreboding. I like the dark feel and the almost sage advice this gives. I really like this!!

[Mauricio Montoya]

thanks i had to re write this one, you made my day