Dreamscapes and Nightmares

The dream is just as vivid,
As if it were just like yesterday,
Walking through the colorful gardens,
Through prayers,
Roses and Rosaries,
Through a funeral home,
Full of death and decay.

The bright white halls and corridors,
Lead to rooms of coffins and caskets,
Some filled with grieving mourners,
While other rooms were empty and desolate.
As I walked through the funeral parlor,
The further I walked the more decrepit it got,
There was a foul smell, like an odor from hell,
That to this day I still cannot forget.
And what was a peaceful serene dream,
Turned into a horrible nightmare,
When the eerie tone seemed to go silent,
When the stench of decomposition filled the air.
My mother told me to go even further,
To mourn for those that everyone forgot,
But now the rooms were dark like caves,
As the poor were only covered in rags.
I stood there, nearly speechless and frozen,
A black dog with eyes like diamonds stared back,
Smiling, panting with jagged, serrated teeth,
As I fell into a darkness that was pitch black.

Faculty Of Three  

See The Movement, Of Harmony  
 
Grasp Reality, Halves Untied  
 
I Am I,  The Higher I, Yet,  
I Am He  
 
Know,   Think,   Visualize,  
 
Left Path Y Right Path
Harmonize   
 
Eros, Logos,  Thumos,    
 
Interconnect, The I 

A zillion shining stars, it was a clear night
A sense the dampness, like in an old fortress
the rain has kept it cool, the breeze then got light
having some juicy fruits, I waited for my seductress

the ambient was becoming cold, it felt like I’m on a mountain
the soothing scent the breath of air was intoxicating that night
calming sounds of water, beautifully played by the fountain
a peaceful night, it was perfect for an insane carnal delight

resting on my bed, filled with desire, I waited in all anticipation
she was my enchanting mistress, a beauty of wild imagination
have I been such a folly, drinking too much old par brandy?
thinking of Mistress Jolly, whipping up many cans of shandy

It was surreal! as the eye lashes slowly meets, she appears
i couldn't contain my excitement, a voluptuous beauty was here
a domineering sensation, like Ms. Buffy the sexy vampires slayer
for all my desire, oh god! she’s ignited my heart and set it on fire!

In no time she was by my bed, I felt her tight skin all leathery
shining like a princess in armour, I’m confused why its all rubbery
the soft roughness of a strawberry and lightness of mulberry
she leans towards me, staring deep into me, oh a kiss so peachy

like a million kisses under the mistletoe, lip’s on my forehead
like a molten candlestick, an insane heat is on my other head!
the passion that she imprints on me explodes like a warhead
holy cow! what is happening? Is it my old blooming head?
Or is tonight the night, I paint this cold mountain town red?

she is just getting started, the buzzing sensation is madness
it’s so overwhelming, i am surrendering to her as my holiness!
little that i had expected, it’s my first encounter and seamless
god damn Mistress Jolly is simply an unbelievable enchantress
she pulling me close to her chest, rubbing my face in the mattress
latex glazed bosoms, the pleasure was doubled, what a craziness!

Oh god! I waited for this moment, my sexual drought, it’s just been oh so many many days!
I have dreamed for the moment, clasping that smooth length of the slender body between my legs
I have wanted to press down hard and force my throbbing self through in so many unimaginable ways
I have to confess all my desires, as I tear across the rubbery cheeks, I hear that when she sexily begs

“oh Sire! oh Sire! you’re my sexual desire!” a strange voice whispering in my wet ear
frantically licking, lobe to lobe as I hear the music.. it sounds like Bon Jovi’s Livin’ On A Prayer
the surreal mountain disappears, its a black leather bolster between my legs as it appears
oh no, no no! What have I been kissing, what have I been drinking, what have I been listening, all these years?

The moon is covered from murky clouds,
Shadows of obscurity, wrap me in silence

Arcanum grounds twirls with the falling darkness
I hear the funeral bells far away beyond the dark
A mysterious power follows in to this ancient dream
I see the fog emerging from the graves

I condemn this asphyxiating sense in dismay

There is no shelter in this nocturnal past
Buried by the time I endure the haze of dusk
Spirits of the ancient deceased roam the gloomy forest
The stench of the swamps whistle like the smell of decayed crypts

The moon is enclosed from your lustful desires,
Shadows of obscurity wrap me in silence

I hear a macabre symphony far away in the horizon
It’s the call for the unholy passion for blood and lust
Blood and lust
Blood and lust

The obscurity denounce it all for the dominance of evil
Like a prophecy for the supreme pleasure of agony and death
Through the dismal journey of ancient omen and cursed age
I see the courtesan in her castle of purgatory lighting the candles around the altar
Praying to her majesty, the heart of the ancient legion
I was drawn back from vermont horrors of the nightmares in vague