imagination

Healing mountain.

Sitting upon a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view below me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me how far In have come
and where I used to be
the mountain is in my imagination
but I go there when I need
whenever life's battles get too much
it heals and restores me
so I can carry on once more
like before
free from stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The imagination is a great thing, just take a moment or two to relax, and set your imagination free, to be where ever you want to be.

Nightmare

Folder: 
Dark

Tune into your imagination
To invent your indealistic nightmare
May it be too colorful for your liking?
Or too dark and morbid as it becomes frightening
Make sure you keep in mind it's not realistic
Only your imagination is the focus
And create a fantasy that you're most afraid of

Try not to scare yourself with what is created
Projecting what gives you goosebumps all over your body
Now is walking arouind in our reality
Not sure where it has landed full of curiosity

Could it be a monster?
Could it be a zombie?
Could it be a vampire?
Something mutated and squishy
Some large monster terrorizing the city
There's only horror than drama or comedy
Of course create your own worst nightmare
And eventually in the end it's your reflection in the mirror

Blood, guts and gore is not your nightmare
Take the mirror and look at something, someone
Relatively related to this nightmare
May it be you that is the reflection?
Staring back at me with an unusual stare into reality

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Imagination & Darkness. Whether the Nightmare is You and your Reflection and all the Monsters seen in life, are not really there.

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Today...

Today...
my imagination was strong.
Today...
you lay beside me as I napped.
Today...
I snuggled up against you,
laying my head on your bare shoulder,
feeling the muscles move in your strong arms.

Today...
we laid there and talked,
I ran my hands down your sides.
You jumped as my fingers tickled you.
And laughed that sexy chuckle,
and then...you tickled me back.

Today...
we spoke about our stressful days,
taking it in turn to listen,
knowing that now we were there for each other,
and we could face anything.

Today...
I fell asleep in your embrace,
for once in my life feeling safe,
feeling loved.
Today...

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Coincide

I closed my eyes, and separated myself from everything and everyone. I left the world’s haunting commotion and its superficial duties. I dropped the meaningless thoughts of the day and let go of all attachments, which bind me to the shackles of game and work. I entered my own universe, one whose parallels are unhindered, flowing freely with the senses of my imaginations. I embarked on a formless transcendence, one whose sounds are colors, lights are dreams, objects are memories, with love in streams. I felt blended and dissolved into the horizons of the beauty portrayed before me, and I was consumed by the infinite capacities of its wonder. Thoughts became memories, images waved into ripples, sounds illuminated into flashbacks, and logic disassembled into mysticism. Pain transformed into a tingling pleasure which magnified with every stimulus resonating throughout the plains of this virtual reality. Time seemed to take the form of peaceful waves flowing to the shore. It just flowed, and carried on. It was no longer still in fear and distorted in idleness, it just moved along, with nothing but the hymns of the wind to carry it. It was kind of funny, that despite all of the fascinating phenomena being cast upon the spires of my imagination and fortress of my unconscious, there was silence. It was so deep and tranquil, so calming to chaos. Fears just began to drift with the tides, turmoil began to disassemble in the rays of sunshine. Reason took the form of nothingness, and sublime art scattered throughout the skies, just painting its realm its realm with the aspirations of my innocence, and the dreams of my desideratum.

Truly wonderful it was, as I left the chains of the world and my scars aside,
But I ought to face these challenges, so that such beauty with reality, may coincide

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A Wolf's Freedom

The mist, the breeze, silhouettes of vague moonlight and grasses of fading green
Flourish mysteriously artistic sublimity, and pierces to mind a fascination beyond
Beauty in its chaos, wonder in its profound mirage, to my sight it has forever deemed
Lost was I for eternity in this moment, blending with the resonation of a perfect song

Through the grips of the night, I hear the soothing howls of the mystic wolves, the glimmer of twilight dancing throughout the scope of its eyes enchants my sight. I look into the wolf’s eyes, noticing the wavering of its graceful fur, the steadiness of its firm paws on the blighted colors of the earth, the blissful and powerful growling resonating through the senses of my spine, the fury of its stance which magnifies with the vistas of dark horizons, its chest flowing in breaths of shallow nature, raising its chest in brief periods. Despite all of the intriguing details of its intimidating presence, the fear with which its claws ought to cast into the hearts of the ordinary, I gaze thoughtfully into the eyes of this magnificent creature, and realize an innocence enflamed with an ultimate passion for freedom. I noticed the rapid pulsation of its chest rhythmically dancing with the fervent flowing of glimmers in its alluring eyes, and saw nature in its pure and basic form, and felt the potency of its life searing through my existence with a power divine. I drifted off into the plains of this eternally enlightening night, I look once more into the eyes of this majestic creature, and then take a look at myself. An inconvenient truth then hit me with a sense of unbearable grief. Man no longer belongs here.

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Why Dream?

Do you ever go to the depth of a dream?
Think of it, if you analyze, you may even scream!

A dream is all that you have continuously thought,
From here and there, mixed in an imaginary pot….

We proclaim in our dreams, “god said this to me and that”
Focus inward, it’s the strength you really lacked…..

A dream speaks volumes on what you want,
It could be full of fun or a fear to haunt!

Keep thinking positive day and night,
Your dreams will definitely be a delight!!

A dream can bring in great bliss,
Provided the optimistic vitamin you never miss!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A truth on dreams!!

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Haze

A dream I fly off into, throughout the wavy plains of its plasticity
I witness a haze of blur, a fuzziness of soft fur, and a path towards horizons
Dizziness embraces my mind as it instills into the threads of unpredictability
Beauty engulfs the world’s foundations alongside the dispersion of imaginations

Levitating was I amongst the rays of resonating wonder
Gliding through the destinies of untold passions and unstated love
Soaring unhindered alongside inspirations which guide asunder
Blending with the specks of reality which attain to the ultimate of freedoms

Not with much meaning may the words of such nature in discrete images describe
But rather in the flowing fluidity in which it is cautiously inscribed
May you dwell into the beats of instigating invigorations of the soul
Ones with which your sight envelops not with single identity, but with beauty as whole

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The Whims of Rain

The raindrops so swiftly poor with a pace resembling the nature of my inner world, so random and whimsical. Each drop a dream, each tap a memory, each splash an image, and the shine of the enchanting reflection portrayed by the puddles of the sparkling water collecting on the surface reveals an intriguing sense of the intricate and subtle dynamics of this world. The feel of its touch on my skin sparkles to mind the inner callings of redemption as if to wash away the darkness of the past. The realm of its embrace upon the atmosphere of the world provides the planes on which I cast the boundless capacities of my hopes and dreams. The delicacy of its stature falls into the chaotic droplets of unpredictability, representing the infinite possibilities of countless phenomena engrained within the threads of my perception. Its repetition synchronizes and disassembles thoughts sharing the doom of this quality. The fluidity of its nature profoundly encompasses the scope of good and evil, and joins them in this supernal weep of grief and joy. The beginning touches of its generosity offer a spontaneous moment by which the differences of our ideals dissolve, and are overlooked with the universal relief of nature’s cleansing. The serenade of the rhythmic ripples of their clashing to the surface somehow dictates all the tears of sorrow of the past, as if to foretell a misfortune approaching. They narrate the tales of those whose tragedies were swept away under cloaks of fear, and expressions of idleness. They somehow display in their reflection the turmoil of passion burning wildly within the depths of our souls. The sounds of the ripples give rise to a deep awakening of the true depths the mysteries this world keeps hidden behind the rays of sunshine. The waves of its dispersion provide a piercing insight into the ultimate subjectivity of the skepticism of all concepts currently held in conviction. The resonation of the flickering of the inexplicable intuition of its scattered yet harmonious rhythm, surely diffuses one into an instigating realization not with words described, but with ecstasy felt.

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Where am I?

Upon a night which I’ve reminisced about the lost fractions of memories gone astray
I felt the stench of loneliness and despair gnaw at my skin, and cast upon me stagnation
The twilight prevailing the resonance of lost fates twinkles upon my eyes, and wipes tears away
I dissolve further into the mysterious fluorescence of the night, and venture to unpredictability

The breeze of this wavering night whispers the voices of those whose silence has overtaken
It unravels the desideratum of the souls lost in the fabric of inexplicable misery, and the passions latent within
It screams out the genuinely expressed intuition who crave the embrace of true transcendence
It cries through the ripples of rain drops the tales of what could have been, of what should have been

The breaths associated with the pace of my walk slowly drifts into the mode of contemplation
I witness the slow wavering of the trees in the night, the tickling of the whispering wind crawling up my spine, the motion of car lights and objects into the fading distance, the flickering of the moon’s shine in the gloom of the night, the beats of my overwhelmed heart, and the thoughts racing through my head all at once, then I stand in awe and wonder,
Where am I?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hope you enjoy it :)

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