Nightmare town

 

Here in this dream,

these same city streets

I've walked for so long

but now nothing seems right,

like a jigsaw puzzle

with the pieces cut wrong.

 

I run down old walkways,

the floor beneath my feet

feels the same,

cobbled and awkward to navigate

like it was created out of concrete

mixed with pure molten hate.

Still feel the pain in every foot fall.

Feel it shoot

from the balls of my blistered feet

into my spine,

a knife being pulled, drawn

along every nerve like nails down a chalkboard,

then a tonne of salt being poured

to preserve the pain.

Every last tear of hope

now stains

the ground beneath worn shoes

but now those streets

don't lead where they used to

and the street signs

offer up no clues.

 

Toward the centre

and all of a sudden

I'm lost.

All the familiar places

replaced In the dead of night

Where is the Costa?

The Starbucks.

What the fuck?

Nothing is where it was.

The pub where

so many plans were made,

now just an empty facade 

and a dead-end road.

Even the place

I shared my first kiss,

now only exists

in the minds deepening mists.

 

This place used to make sense,

now I can't get my bearings.

My feet are heading one way

but my head is thinking different,

like tangled up spaghetti,

I can't get where I need to be.

Streetlights are blinding

and my muscles are feeling sleepy.

The streets keep feeding me,

leading me

back to the beast.

Back to the start

where the demons

want to feast.

 

It's all too confusing,

the paths are all oozing,

morphing around.

Swirling like a furious sea.

One minute I can see

my destination in front of me.

The next it's behind me, how can that be?

Everything seems to be disjointed.

there is nothing where the street sign is pointed.

Have I suffered

a mild brain/head separation?

Getting from A to B feels like

some military operation.

 

 

 

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Endless Nightmares and Open Roads

 

On darkened tides,

endless nightmares,

scary dream rides

on open roads,

up mountains high.

Nowhere to hide

from the terrors he finds,

the many visions projected

upon his stuttering film screen mind.

 

Endless nightmares

and open roads.

Too many dark tales told..

Countless games played for his soul.

Someone pray for this poor mortals well being

because ghosts and monsters

are all he is seeing.

Now he has nowhere else to go

but back into hell

to pay his due.

 

Listened to so many

wretched nightmare sounds

as they oozed deep into his ear canals,

tarring every part

with their screams

and orchestrations

of being pulled apart.

 

Fretted over too many noises

Screeching voices

that were hidden between

the drifting, flowing drapes of reality

and the eternally shifting seas

of the other side.

Heard the living

and the dead,

walking beside.

Now he has to grab his coat

and run, flee and hide.

 

Endless nightmares

of open roads,

where the horizon

never gets any closer.

It's just another fiction told.

You just keep on travelling

as the places get further.

The destination never becomes clearer,

you never get any nearer.

Through the distorted lens

of this tangled abstract substantiality

the gleaming skyscrapers you see

just twisted mirages

of this warped reality.

Across the blistered desert

of your fractured stuttering sanity.

 

Have walked along these

nightmare roads into hell

for so long, The fiery friaries

of this village of the damned.

I've walked the open roads,

felt the hot winds slam.

I've traipsed along these

torturous turns

For many a twisted trial,

along these trails

I travelled alone.

and now this hell,

well

It feels a bit like home.

 

 

 

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Inner Child

 

Stop doubting yourself.

You are a poet.

A word slinger,

so go and sing,

let the verbal play begin.

Let your imagination loose, 

don't worry about being too obtuse,

 or too verbose,

too loquacious 

or too on the nose.

Just take the words, 

twist them into balls, 

throw them in the air 

and see how they fall.

 

Stop doubting yourself.

You can do this.

An empty page is not a setback,

it's a playground,

so let your inner child piggyback

on your hopes and thoughts.

Let them build old castles

from the torn parts of your heart

or forts

from the scars

that you are too scared

to impart.

Let them become pirates,

sailors on the seven seas,

Feel the cold splash of water

and the sea breeze.

Taste the salt on dry chapped lips

as you feel the first words

slowly start to drip.

 

Let them become adventurers,

explorers traversing

the lands of your mind,

See what treasures they find

when they dig at the place marked

with a cross on your map

The buried memories

and the things you held trapped.

Let them breathe new life

into old lifeless toys, 

things that you remember that once

brought you joy.

 

Let your inner child loose,

they can become

anything they choose.

Ghost hunters

in a world of haunted houses

and spooky corners.

Let them find the darkest memories

and turn them into a scary clown,

or build a new world

then flip it upside down.

Let your inner child play,

let them find the words

that you need to say.

 

 

 

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