Embers

I’m cloaked in smoke, but feel no flames

folks float around me, but I see no wings

no halos or hounds, pitchforks or gates

or omnipotent voice that picks course of fate

did a life of indecision build a dream scape prison

where light isn’t manufactured, but captured inside a prism?

in a state between sleep and awake

feels closest to hypnosis with an infinite wake

then a fog dissipates revealing crimson fields

Crept on by a fawn with flaming heels

eyes red as stop signs with a mane of quills

as I gaze past hills of diamond trees

I see a silhouette rest upon golden leaves

with the body of a goddess and a face of dreams

a half naked Meagan Good in a Pagan hood

kissed me on the cheek we didn’t speak, but I understood

it wasn’t Heaven that I was seeking, but a haven I sought

a canvas of the mind painted with my thoughts

Everything ain't what it seems

I wake up to find I'm inside of a dream this side of a dream

See buried deep inside the seams of my screams

are beings and other-worldly things rarely seen

Might be psychosis or maybe i chose this

the night approaches every time the eye closes

See a burning bush, feel like I'm Moses

Burn so much Kush I feel like Amosis

All my images are morgues and moons

and every fork in the road moves through Freud and Jung

In the darkness no orchard blooms

a state so dark sparks from torches consumed

It's like I live in a fortress of doom

in the forest where the blood pours with force from my wounds

My body aches with this labotamy a part of me shakes

open my eyes and awake