Title: Bola's Festive Mix'

_'DREAMS'

Dreams swell
nurturing through the night
as do they now
Crescent moons smiling down
while women wear masks of
snuffed out candle wax
and smoky spirals.
Domino people
in black and white, parade
the shell of cracked vinyl
hidden faces against the wind
asking to be taught to kiss.
to laugh to cry; as they
ponder why?
It makes no difference
if its sweet or hot
or melting to a murky brown
or fascinating silvery blue.
Warm streams of light
as balled up fists
reflect the night
A thousand screams,
a thousand pains,
listlessly plotting cause
to strike a match,
in acrid air, acrid rain
For deep within, rage is fear.
Oblivion pervades
the shadows of each
And a microwave pings
the destiny bowl's
first outpourings
Kicking legs up in the air
out to lunch, out to flight
on lonely night.
Getting an itch for life
feeling my toes dancing
to a longer winter
woodland rain invigorating me
I pucker up and bluff more craven
I’m right, you’re right, no need to fight!
just seeking inner sight
and souls that reveal
how lucky we are
to be here, now.
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Poetry and Artwork by Rev.Bola A <IBEJI>
(copyright: 1Dec11 - ARR)
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Title: 'DREAMS' 75 /Mix (From Set) by Rev.Bola