Poetry series by David L O’Nan : Dreams as Told by the Aesthetic Sunlight

Dreams as Told by the Aesthetic Sunlight

1.
A mercurial resin pollutes over a night sky cloud
The smoke of icy breath angels envelopes our planet
The stars begin to mutate like a white glowing sperm -
across the sky
The loud clash of thunder rolls -
makes love to a once proud sunshine existence.
Just as we thought
our night was putrid and clueless
A God, a tear, angels, and many more tears -
drip down to nurture our nature
We awake in the hope of the eternal green.

2.
This was a footprint
Many have walked on,
through this footprint
Some important people,
some ruined people.
But all who have walked in this footprint
have felt the safety
have been tickled by the Earth's pores
A drumroll,
and we exit our burdens
To touch triumph for the 1st time.

3.
I guess i'm dreaming
I must be
I feel like gravity has left my fevered skin
My bones have become air pockets
I realize everything through a gorgeous brain
Now I am not shot down,
feathers falling into the fields
I am not an avalanche;
the mountains coma turns to the surreal
I'm in a dream
I'm the beautiful meshing with the silence.

4.
I awake for a second
Stones splash,
rippling across the lake
Back to sleep
And boredom cramps,
grins erased
Hearts being separated from love chambers
Then guilty,
feeling guilty
Another stone thrown,
ripples across the lake
So tired,
Can't sleep without a memory
Venomous strike from the fang of the rapture
A lunar coffin is being waxed by trauma
Then silence,
pure silence
I awake
For certain now
I feel home finally

5.
Palm trees crash,
the bleaches splash
Oceans are on fire
my blood is being boiled,
I cannot sense anymore
at least the populous is smiling
For everywhere else is of Peace.

6.
Violins are playing the blue tunes
Thousands are in tears
Like when love licks bruises,
but forms contusions
The violins continue
stringing into mechanical misery
The ladies' eyes are moist monsoons
The gentlemen are concrete
like a bullet shot into the ground
The violins break, the daffodils shake
The buds shatter the wave of sound.

7.
Morning clouds
turn into afternoon smokescreens
Sunsets to moon beams
To stars that twinkle like diamonds
Another morning, more clouds
Less anger, a beautiful tease
Becomes night-time love

8.
A thousand years ago
We danced in the same lilies
that we are dancing in now
With the same sunshine,
the same air
the same trees
the same dream. 

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