The Confessions Of Dr Dream
My Third Entry Into The Vocal Full Moon Challenge
This is for the Vocal Full Moon Challenge that you can read about below.
The music I have chosen is "It Begins with a Blessing-Once I Awakened-But it Ends with a Curse" by Kevin Ayers from the album "The Confessions of Doctor Dream" which contains the line "Get Out Of My Dream" that inspired this after reading story "The Girl With The 3rd Eye" by my friend Cindy. The story link is at the end of this poem.
֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎
A Darkness In My Mind
Waits To Hurt Me, Unseen
Curved Angles Unwind
Please Get Out Of My Dream!
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Black Plague Doctor Masque
On The Devil's Shoulders
This Crazy Escher Khalq
Makes My Heart Felt Colder
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In The Black Labyrinth
Hearing Its Jabbering
The Black Light Is Streaming
My Carcass Is Dreaming
I Turn, The Monster Screams
You, Get Out Of My Dream
֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎ ֎
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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Whoaaa! This was soooo cool!
Thank you so much Mike for including my funny little tale. Your prose is divine and yet gives an eery feeling. Love the music too! Glad my 3rd eye was able to inspire ❤️
Very nice