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fear and other things
Fear and other thing
I have recurring nightmare, when dream on
tell myself to remember the dream in the morning
but I'm unable to recall the gruesome dream
I think is about nuclear war
When a seaman I was often afraid of the ocean
especially the Pacific where waves look like
mountain that even unbalance hangar ships
the ship on top of a watery mountain, then sliding
down, and in front another gigantic wave,
will she be able to rise up again
I was in Nagasaki once, by closing my eyes I could
see when that Bomb was dropped as tableaux
of suffering mankind
Panic, were I lived before I came to Cascais, there was
a forest i often walked there with my dog
but not far into the mountain, one day when thinking
about the mondain, what for lunch at the cafe
I ended up in the deep forest and had lost by bearing
I thing the dog sensed my distress, she began
walking I followed, she every so often turned to see
if i followed, until I recognized my surroundings and
bravely took charge
This is not romantic of me, but I do not dream about
women in my life, with exception of Tereasa in
Trinidad, I remember her beautiful smile stars lit up
the world was good place and to think she was pro
Other women are fading slowly their faces are in
a deep shadow as they disappear from memory
I have recurring nightmare, when dream on
tell myself to remember the dream in the morning
but I'm unable to recall the gruesome dream
I think is about nuclear war
When a seaman I was often afraid of the ocean
especially the Pacific where waves look like
mountain that even unbalance hangar ships
the ship on top of a watery mountain, then sliding
down, and in front another gigantic wave,
will she be able to rise up again
I was in Nagasaki once, by closing my eyes I could
see when that Bomb was dropped as tableaux
of suffering mankind
Panic, were I lived before I came to Cascais, there was
a forest i often walked there with my dog
but not far into the mountain, one day when thinking
about the mondain, what for lunch at the cafe
I ended up in the deep forest and had lost by bearing
I thing the dog sensed my distress, she began
walking I followed, she every so often turned to see
if i followed, until I recognized my surroundings and
bravely took charge
This is not romantic of me, but I do not dream about
women in my life, with exception of Tereasa in
Trinidad, I remember her beautiful smile stars lit up
the world was good place and to think she was pro
Other women are fading slowly their faces are in
a deep shadow as they disappear from memory
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