dreams

Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Four and Five

An hour pass midnight, my curse is

sleepless, mind weary, creative

thinking, imaginary vision; sleep-

walking in my dreams between

dimensions....Constantine!

 

Too walk in the dark one must

embrace the darkness, welcome

Moloch into your dreams, be aware

of the shadows that walk besides

you; often three shadows follow me

....nothing else matters once you

have sold your soul, enjoy the night

,and let the fire burn!

 

I met a lover in the shadows of the

night; her darkside is similiar to mine

, same interest, struggles, and

addiction....when all is quiet, stoner's

asleep, tweeker's hiding, and prosti-

tutes gone home, my lover and I get

naked and fuck at the crossroads

under dark skies, no moonlight....

only shadows!

 

Curse the damned, blasphemous,

heaven's abomination including me....

pale horse rider of the armageddon

with sinister ways; my name was

never written in the book of life!

 

Invocations to the dark, evil, and

unholy with sacrifice will open the

nine gates of hell; be careful when

evoking the spirits of darkness; if

your mind is not ready for what is to

come, your heartbeat will stop at

the sound of my feet approaching

your dreams, destroying your

sanity!

 

It is 2:10AM, invocations to the dark

side are becoming rituals, rites of

dragula, perversions, and manisfes-

tations; Lucifer speaks in demonic

tongues, no need to translate, I

understand! Invocations to Lillith

with ghost songs in cemeteries at

the witching hour; my soul possess,

the evil within bleeds over the tombs

of the dead!

 

SoulKritic 2014 Copyright

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Curses and Invocations....

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Ambient Mood

 

Ambient Mood

 

Softly aglow in the heavenly parlor,

set amid countless stars gathered by night

Outside the window - a moon of amber shine,

capturer of souls with its enchanting light

 

With a glimmer from mist in transfixed eyes,

hypnotic lure prompts inspired thoughts to muse

Far off on a world where hopes find their home,

fulfilled life and heart are the ones you choose

 

Swept up by the whispers of overhead skies,

dormant voices in self - from here to there

Images erasing shadows - fashioned by strife,

tears into smiles from the breath of despair

 

Peering past the room to further than beyond,

foreign dreams to slumber waken to opened mind

Pleasures that await - familiar for this while,

replace toils tossed away, leaving them behind

 

Beside your bed, curtains whisked by a breeze,

ambiance - with songs from a Whip-poor-will

Summer eve sounds help instill the pensive mood,

from comfort of pillow - destiny to fulfill

 

Softly aglow in the heavenly parlor,

set amid countless stars gathered by night

Outside the window - a moon of amber shine,

capturer of souls with its enchanting light

 

© C.E.Vance

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Next Lifetime

I find it unbearable 
to   look,
at   times,
   and 
          avert 
       my 
 eyes
despite
 a beauty so fair 
my eyes  
should  not 
contain  nor
      spy .    
Your
         pink foot-prints  
      dance a lovely dance 
 across my grey brain,
   and your scent
      plays chase 
          with my pen.
 
Maybe next lifetime.
 
For in this
  in-credible 
    life that we're in,
      I find it hard 
        to ignore
      If this force that I feel
     Is some time portal 
    back
and your body;  
once mine 
to explore
 
But
   until that day;
   may I bask in the embrace
                 of your 
eyes                                from afar?
                 and 
In
 the
     sanctuary 
                 of 
                   your mind
          do you              long for
                   the    same ? 
I have felt eternitys blue eyes
   tip   toe   up    my    spine.
                     
So              maybe
 ill see you   next lifetime;     
Ive got
 ice 
to chill  
the
 hottest
 and the 
reddest 
of the  
wine
 
 dont be late.
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A Peyote Vision

Ten thousand hungry eyes 
sting my flesh
in the white hot light.

Feeding the ambiance:
a cool blue glow,
affixed to the trusses above.

The cigarette smoke curls 
and winds playfully thru
the languidly humid air;

she dances for me 
like a care-free spirit, 
Earthbound.
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Dream Maze

The first time he realized that he’d

just awoken from one dream into another,

he was somewhat shocked, almost

flabbergasted at the thought.

When it happened again much of

the enthusiasm remained but not all.

Then, the third time he was rather

frustrated that he’d dreamed a whole

day, but awoke to the rising sun once more.

The fourth time really was a long day,

because he did not know if he was still

dreaming, or if he was actually awake

and so the whole day he kept thinking

He’d blink and awake yet another time.

The fourth did turn out to be the final layer

of his dream maze, and he was thankful.

He’d nearly become lost in his own mind,

and he did not wish to venture back.

Then again, who's to say he isn't lost in there still?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream within a dream is very disorienting, especially if there are more than one.

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I Know

Folder: 
2013

I know that I need you

I know that I want you

To be near me today

Tomorow and every day after

 

I know that we were made

Just for one another

I know that one day

Our dreams will come true

 

~Chrystal

Written on

 

November 6, 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wanted it, he didnt.

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Writer

You're a seamless finding,

Slowly gliding  down a tender face.

My blood legion,

Constantly dreaming of a better fate.

Sleep beside me,

Tame and remind me to levitate.

 Your slouch beanie,

Spilled martini on an open plate.

Faint whispers,

 New York hipster s in a massacre.

 Red nail polish,

Shaped and demolish then hesitate.

 Your pierced ear,

Makes you hear clear.

Blood stains,

Never meant pain to you my dear.

In my mind I can no longer find,

A safer place.

You're chasing cosmos, 

Through empty bottles.

Nine tints of grey,

Gravitating, patiently waiting.

You're your family's third attempt,

 The name's twisted and bent.

Your dreams are velvet,

But your hopes are melted.

Your finger tips,

Are pistol whipped.

You're constantly writing,

Hopelessly finding.

Though I can't help you,

I become a distant memory.

Your ink stained palms, 

Prove that it's meant to be.

 

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The essentiality of maintaining belief in art

I believe in dream catchers

          fortune tellers

                       shooting stars

                       body piercings

         colored hair

and tattoos over scars.

Finger paintings

          water colors

                      I believe in art,

          cause too much uniformity

will tear our world apart.

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Rises a Dream


 

A tranquil touch from moonlight's allure,

prompts night's whisper to slumber's embrace

Visions beneath the soft golden blush -

depicting a wondrous time and place

 

World with horizons that never end,

their beginning is where fortune lies

With outstretched hands capturing the stars,

every wink is witnessed by your eyes

 

Gleaming facets to always endure -

journeys beyond  the cover of night

Toss away whimsy's fanciful jewels,

ones that truly sparkle - hold them tight

 

Ascend to farthest reaches of skies,

waken your dreams with every dawn's  rise

 

© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another thought and nothing more.

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