Dreamscapes and Nightmares

In that suspension the tick and tock the bodyclock
drifting heavy lidded, as the night decends
 falling prone upon soft down
the busy day, away, and night throws 'or its smock
my mind in shutdown,
 lifted high in cerebral pretense

Idyll's flash and fall just out of reach
brochures tempting with there glossy print
 cosset of your wants, on warm summers breeze
that usherette, a first class seat befits

 Exclusive spring and  summers, winter sale
where in all, lie wants golden hope
landscape beauteous and with plenty, all regale
 the humming bird its lullaby so close

 Recline, with all your soul exposed
that chance, will gift a romance soon
 dark stranger proffering a rose
where hope in bows, be all festooned
and wishes fall from heart, to lips

Crystal water lap on milk white sand
the hour glass of night grains creep
fantasy island comes in slumber land
perfections visions with the dawn will soon recede

For in these times the virus breeds
when family and friends, are all we seek
thwarted as it spectre spreads with ease
the missing kiss upon the cheek
no freedom from its vice like grip

Imprisoned in towers of uncertainty and doubt
each new dawn, it seems so counterfeit
the shadows flicker even when the sun is out
being's; ever falling into Hade's  smoking pit

The shuffle of the food bank queue
downtrodden, downcast, the stark invisibility
and apathy like pangs of hunger grew
Asian Hornet that devoures all humanity

Like mummies wrapped in PPE
the sweat drips down, so hard to breathe
the tomb, the ward and beds like catacombs
 see leering face of death, so near it looms
the greasy pole as further down you slip

A cast of Christopher Lee and Vincent price
the extras, all populus devoid of joy
the horror show, plays out before our eyes
a daydream, we all natures whipping boy
so clean and green and now contrite
replay forever, the scream its echo evermore

Dolls and ballet dancers
Children’s songs and primary colors
Everything under the sun
In the garden of disease

Once roses grew here
But leaves wilt
And fall to the Earth
Sullen, alone
Like me

The thorn in my planter’s thumb
She was the only one
For me
Candice, my Candice
Come home please

Things are going to change for me
  I can feel it
The phone’s going to ring
Winter into Spring

Things are looking up for me
   I can feel it
 My thoughts were once unkind
Perhaps she’ll change her mind

Echo, little echo
Reminds me that I’m not alone

Can you see on my face
Is it clear to you
That I miss someone

Mankind and his ambition  
Might have thought  
To take slowly from the pile
 
But he seems to heave and throw
Eager to watch it burn
Eyeing the cinder
The ember his eye
Puff and pride swelling his chest
 
What destruction  
And brought tempest
The storm placed  
 
And mankind grins  
Believing it echoed a rain dance
Barking snake oil  
To crowds huddled  
Shaking hands  
To chuck the bottle
 
They lick their lips of its placebo
And stoke the fire  
With sticks of ivory
Boned charcoal  
And remnants of nature  
And its source
 
The tapping of singed fingers
Plays a tune  
To impromptu a soft shoe  
Buffaloes time step
And the cake walk shows white teeth
Bared and dinged
And shuf shuf shuffles off
 
Mankind and his cane
To beat the rock  
With the bones of holy ancestry
They drink  
But cannot further the tribe  
Dancing does nothing for distance
Endurance withers  
In the heat furnaced and fueled  
 
Mankind procreated
Whip in hand and behind her like a dog
He has raised a son
And named him Meribah
The Great Entertainer
Watch him twirl the torches
Gasp as they burn
 
The soul at siege  
Will rush the plank  
Will caress the sky from falling
Will scald his flesh  
To prevent the stage on fire
But dismantle it piece by piece
And find a fortress in his stronghold
 
The temple of man
Made of skin
And three rings announce a master of ceremonies  
He is loathe to crack the lions
But had intended them lambs
 

I’m stuck in a perpetuating time zone full of my doubts.

Having this feeling as if, once I get one foot out,
I’m rushed back to the start,
To continue climbing my way back to the top.

I’m stuck in a perpetuating time zone full of my doubts.

Scratching and claw at an exit with no way out.
Trying to keep back screams and tears from following me.
Just to found out i’m back in the place I don’t want to be.

I’m stuck in a perpetuating time zone full of my doubts.

Hoping this will be the day I finally breakout.
Hoping....no, wanting to see the light that comes after.
Wanting to end this cursed loop and start a new chapter.
But I trip and fall, the pages turn and I end up be back in the first caption.

I’m stuck in a perpetuating time zone full of my doubts.

Knowing, that one day i’ll make it out in the end and be able to stand again,
But until then the only thing in my view is a sense of deja vu.

The sirens made me look
another boy, a runner
from the borstal fences
lit up like thirty foot tennis courts,
knee deep in mud by now.

They'll catch him
they all ways do,
he'll be back in church
on Sunday with a smirk
and a smokey eyed pose
for the confirmation girls,
their innocence
lap dancing over his
dangerous, laid back torso.

The colliery lights distract me
from the chase,
they frame the concrete
office blocks
like a dystopian novel.
A tale of tunnels beneath the house.
A mile down,
mutant workers bred underground
with diamond tipped fingers
designed for cutting coal.

The helicopter has switched
to infra red,
a Martian tripod, wars with
his world as the spot light
tracks him down.
It won't be long now before
he's back playing tennis
on his own.

With that thought I get back in bed
and dream him into our kitchen,
follow his muddy boot prints
across the tiled floor and up to
our bedroom.