Dreamscapes and Nightmares

Red Cum
On the butt cheeks of the savior
Lying on the rocks
Weeping softly
Sobbing gentle as the forest brook
Station after station
He fell and he rose
Now he’s lying there
With anal woes

Who done this to Jesus
Son of the true God
Who hath forsaken the Christ child
On this unholy Monday
Jesus reads my thoughts
With his holy telepathy
Like Charles Xavier with hair
Who fucked your savior?
Shall I tell thee little lamb?!?
He slipped me a note
And vanished in smoke

I woke up in bed
With a crumpled up piece of paper in my hand
From a yellow legal pad
Written in red crayon
There was but one word to read
“Walmart”

I dream of dolphins trapped in nets.
I hear the echoes of beached whales,
driven ashore in confused sonar delirium
I feel the warming of the earth,
and I shed a tear inside.
I see the indifference,
the ignorance and the opportunism,
I see the Eco credentials of Companies and Parties
exploited for capital gain and cynical votes.
Green is the colour of today's collective consciousness,
an admirable cause, to save our sacred planet.
Mother nature has been raped and beaten,
our garden of Eden has been slashed and burned!
And for what?
Cheap fuel for our polluting machines?
Cars to take us the walking distance to our consumer palaces?
Planes to fly us on our cheap rate package holidays?
Desperately scrambling to "see the world" ... while we still can.
Filth and fumes, sulphur and smoke,
a toxic cocktail of fire and brimstone in our very own "Hell on Earth."
Each plastic generation has spewed their poison onto this world.
Consumer excess and hamburgers for the masses have left us paranoid and afraid,
desperately clinging to the forlorn hope that we can stall and reverse the disaster we have sown.
For future plastic generations?
Be warned!
This disaster is not the planets concern.
The planet is old and wise, in its Billions of years it has seen this calamity before.
It has lost its parasites, it has brushed off its weak and insignificant species'
like fleas scratched from a dog.
Yet, are we so deluded to think we can survive, even outlive our green home?
The planet does not need saving, we are trying to save ourselves.
Earth will cleanse itself of its human curse.
Once again it's glaciers and rivers will sculpt divine beauty,
its seas will ferment new life and its soils and sands will form mountains,
tempered and fired from its molten heart.
But in this moment of my fleeting human life,
I am still haunted by beached whales
and dreams of dolphins trapped in nets.

It starts like this...    
      
She’s standing in her room,      
looking at her      
reflection      
in the full length      
mirror.      
Putting herself      
together,      
Making sure everything      
is just right.    
     
In the reflection of the mirror,      
She sees      
you      
enter the room.      
She stands      
frozen.      
The silence,      
ear piercing.      
     
I’m watching her,      
watch you      
through the mirror.      
Her gaze, precise.      
unwavering.      
     
I’m watching you      
watch her,      
Slowly approaching,      
Like a wolf stalks it’s prey.      
Desire      
deep in your eyes,      
Like you want to      
devour      
her.      
     
She still hasn’t      
moved.      
You slither      
behind,      
Wrapping      
your arms around her.      
Pulling her      
tightly      
into you.      
With firmness,      
confidence,      
assertiveness,      
As if you owned her.      
     
Still, she doesn’t move.      
Her gaze,      
piercing.      
I wonder if you notice it,      
The complete      
terror      
illuminating her eyes.      
I can’t keep my eyes off them.      
It has me      
trembling.      
     
You must not,      
Because you      
delicately,        
slip her hair off      
her shoulder,      
to the other side of her neck.      
Revealing her      
soft, sun kissed,      
skin.      
     
I watch her      
shiver,      
the only movement      
I’ve witnessed.      
Still,      
silence.      
Gaze,      
still laser sharp.      
     
You begin to      
kiss her neck.      
Slow,      
quick pecks      
Building up to      
deeper,      
intense kisses.      
I notice,      
not once,      
do you meet her gaze      
in the mirror.      
     
In fact,      
you’re oblivious to      
anything      
besides your grip      
on her body      
and your affections      
on her nape.      
     
You are      
wholly consumed      
in this exchange.      
An intense hunger      
permeates,      
It’s uncomfortable      
watching      
     
I shift my focus back      
 to her.      
I can’t take my eyes off      
her piercing gaze.      
As I watch all      
the emotion,      
dim from her eyes.      
Numb,      
almost lifeless.      
     
Finally,      
you look up,      
meeting her gaze.      
She remains frozen,      
silent.      
     
Gazes locked,      
your right hand      
slides over her mouth,      
gripping tightly.      
Your left,      
rising up,      
settling      
across her throat.      
     
Your hands      
look monstrous      
on her delicate body.      
     
You grip her      
tightly      
and begin dragging her      
backwards,      
towards the bed.      
     
She falls limp,      
eyes wide,      
but devoid of emotion.      
     
I’m horrified.      
I scream      
for her      
to fight back,      
to at least, scream.      
Something!      
Anything!      
But, no      
Nothing.      
     
You gently      
lay her on the bed.      
Leaning      
over her,      
your lips      
press against her forehead.      
A seemingly endearing      
moment,      
but I’m perplexed.      
     
Then      
I see it,      
the tears      
welling up      
in her eyes.      
But she diligently      
holds them back.      
     
You reach      
 in your back pocket,      
Pulling out a      
knife,      
Raising it above her,      
Fear flashes across her face,      
but she dares      
not to move.      
     
With one      
quick,      
forceful movement,      
You thrust      
the knife      
into her chest, deep.      
Piercing      
her heart.      
     
You meet her gaze      
Tears      
cascading down her face.      
And softly      
whisper,      
Just so you know,      
not a day goes by, that      
I don’t think about you.      
     
You pull the knife      
out of her chest,      
tearing      
her heart,      
one last time.      
And walk towards the door.      
Knife falls to your side,      
Swinging,      
Leaving      
a trail of blood, behind.      
An undeniable truth      
left to stain the floors.      
     
And then I wake up...      
     
Panicked      
Mortified      
Then relieved, you’re not here      
     
My mind left spinning,      
Unable to settle it.      
Thoughts  ruminating...      
     
Angry at you      
Disappointed in me

In my dreams a
person who was adopted
comes up to me
told me she was
my daughter which
suprised me because
of her age and her
date of birth then it
made sense to me that
my oldest brother put my name
on the adoption papers
So I blackmailed him for
the freaking truth
I still don't know
What this dream means