Let your mind unwind
Let it spin
Awaken does dark emotions
That lie within
Those that never come to light
The ones you cannot explain
A deep sense of allusion
Creeping into your dreams
There is no conclusion
Just confusion
Dreams that turn into nightmares
Those demons inside
Dare to come to light
In the darkness of the night
Never aware when they appear
Shaking the night
Deep thoughts
Deep fears
Deep visions
Disguise themselves as nightmares
You find yourself locked in
Paralyzed
Falling
A fearful journey
As it unfolds
Suspended
Who is goin’ end it?
At last
A knock on the door
A smudge on the forehead
The resurrection of the dead
The reawakening of the saints
Arouses reality
What does it mean anyhow
If nightmares come true?
What does it mean for me and you?

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“Many of our dreams would become nightmares
Where there is a danger of the them coming true”
Logan Pearsall Smith
“I saw a dream that made me afraid
As I lie in bed the fantasies and the visions
Alarmed me. Daniel 4:5
“You scare me with your dreams
And terrify me with your visions” Job 7:14

When I pick up my pen’
It’s yesterday again
It’s yesterday for sure
The days that are no more

Though they never returned
There’s one thing I’ve learned
They never depart
When locked in the heart

The days of youth
And foolish things
The days cut short
What age brings

Age follows youth
Sage follows age
A bitter-sweet life
Every time you turn a page

Who knows when or where
Bitter meets sweet?
What causes them to meet?
Why has one forsaken one
And not the other?
Yet
Is not life a dash(-)
Between the day you’re born (-)
And the day you die?
You cannot extend your life
No matter how hard you try
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“Life’s not so short
I care to keep
The unhappy days
I choose to sleep.”
Frost

Bury me not with strangers
Don’t leave me among the unknown
Who never knew my name
In a land which I do not claim

Take me to where I belong
A place I call my home
To lay where my ancestors lie
And receive my welcome good-bye

No one should die
And not be remembered
No one should perish
Without being recognized
Memories last
Till time has passed

Few and short are the days we are given
Mortal men leaving only their names
Peace and rest but not for the living
To a place where names are acclaimed
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“We bury love;Forgetfulness grows over it like grass:
That is a thing to weep for,not the dead.”
Alexander Smith

“O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things,
That draws oblivion’s curtains over kings;
Their sumptuous monuments,men know them not,
Their names without a record are forgot,
Their parts, their ports, their pomps all laid in th’ dust
Nor wit nor gold , nor buildings scape time’s rust;
But he whose name is graved in the white stone
Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.”
Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)

When the twilight appears
And the day’s put to rest
Your thoughts are your own
To ponder alone

No one talks about it
As if it’s taboo
That mortality that
Lives inside you

You awaken to that deep darkness
The darkness that follows
The darkness that swallows

You wake up in a cold sweat
You cogitate on the sound of your last beat
The sigh of your final breath
But it will keep
You put it to sleep
For it can wait
Life’s expiration date