in dreams your past sins come to taunt you and play
a game of deception they won’t in the day
they bleed peaceful skies with their images raw
your weaknesses built in a bloody jigsaw
that leave you disjointed, renewing your debt
these creatures of darkness won’t let you forget
you shudder awake with hot sweat on your brow
from that which was past again dragged to the now
picture: http://jaggu79.deviantart.com/art/NIGHTMARE-110647580
Great way of putting one's journey into perspective. Thanks Shadow. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteAnd the past rains down on us some more...
ReplyDeleteThat picture is awesome. So is that poem. You can paint some really vivid images with your words, Shadow, and really make people stop and think.
ReplyDeleteShadow, I don't know just how this is possible, but you've grown so much in your talents. It just keeps getting better and better by the day!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't think we have control over our dreams except to wake and shake them off. Your writing tells how difficult is is to get away from the past.
ReplyDeletethis all is awesome and this seems like right out the mouth of poe or something.
ReplyDeletethis is one for the ages and I for one... thank you for making me better for reading it...
truly awesome...
whew..and drag you down it will...if you let it.
ReplyDeleteWe must try to remind ourselves that, that which does not kill us only makes us stronger, and I have found that this is true. If you find yourself haunted by past mistakes you've made, think about how much those events have helped to shape the person you are today.
ReplyDelete{{hugs}} to you today dear Shadow!
Just for fun, Shadow, I Googled nightmares, meaning of, and came up with 2.5 million references to the meanings of nightmares! On some of the first sites that come up, you can look up your nightmares by key words.
ReplyDeleteThis was a good poetic description of the force they have. I don't know if I've ever had a dream about my past sins, but I've had my fair share of nightmares, and they are an emotional drag.
the rains became lighter in direct proportion to forgiving myself.
ReplyDeleteThanks for another gem.
Jim
Our dreams drag us in... scare us... then leave us where we are. Alone. Afraid. Helpless. You described that so well, Shadow. That experience...
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I had one of those dreams last night. Wish I could let go.
ReplyDeleteNightmares haunted me - for so very long. By now they are overcome like much of my pst. I am grateful and humble. Your words remind me of these nightmares now gone for so long while my gratitude remains. Love you.
ReplyDeleteThe stuff of nightmares for sure. If we don't consciously deal with our issues, they'll get us when we're at our most vulnerable.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of your best, Shadow.
ReplyDeletethe now and again past... Fierceful, yet tender... how come!
ReplyDeleteDREAMS? WHERE?
Yes, we sort things out over and over again in dreams. Without them, our mind would be inundated and confused. Dreams help us see many pieces of the puzzle.
ReplyDeletekeep hoping for the best!
ReplyDeleteyou rock on poetry!
Wow Shadow, that was so amazing. I love how the titles of your posts always blend in with the poems.
ReplyDeleteAnother perfect match of verse and image.
ReplyDeleteA nightmare indeed! Good write up!
ReplyDeleteI liked the meter with this - ike bouncing down the wrong road.
ReplyDeleteRelly nice. Thanks, Shadow.
ReplyDeleteno true escape from anything...
ReplyDeleteI hope not to have a bad dream and shudder awake tonight.
ReplyDeleteShadow:
ReplyDeleteYou write from some deep down depths of the psyche - where so few dare to go. You dare bring truth bubbling up to the surface -- in your verse.
Joanny
does this mean we never really learn from our mistakes? or are these only vivid dreams, reminders of our dark side?
ReplyDeleteEnchanting poem!Mon-day is moon's day, as well as Sun-day is Sun's day, Fri-day is Aphrodite's day along with Satur-day which is Saturn's day. This only leaves Tuesday Mars's day, Wednesday Mercury's day and Thursday Jupiter's day. I love using day correspondencies in my craft. I hope this will help you too!
ReplyDeleteI guess they need to get us one way or another.
ReplyDeleteWow, how true is this...they boogieman really is in our own minds...great poetic response to it though as always.
ReplyDeletedats really gr8......awesum
ReplyDeletedose nyt hauntings really r worst things, leave us troubles nd shake our confidence sumtyms....bt fighting dem is lyf (i think)
By d way, i think in first line word "taunt" shud b replaced by "haunt"may b a typo error...so do luk at it(may b m wrong coz m bad at poetry, bt i felt so i said)
cheers :)
That was very expressive of you! Amazing!!
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Shadow, I feel the lick of these words upon my skin.
ReplyDeletesome pasts never will leave well enough alone. Maybe I should take another good knock to the head.
ReplyDelete*sigh*
ReplyDeleteHappens too frequently I'm afraid.
Wonderful and well written, thank you.
It is always a journey into depths strange yet familiar when I read your poems. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteExcelent and sad poetry, Congratulations for such a great poem, it reminded me of a sentence I liked a lot, which I use eventually that says: "The past is not death, is not even past".
ReplyDeleteSo true what you said.
beautiful images,
ReplyDeletecool poem!
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Happy Wednesday!
someday things will not have to bleed to show their worth.
ReplyDeleteI had hoped that I would live to see that day
hmm, me thinks this has more to do with some other things we've talked about in emails. Hope all is well with you over yonder. This is a very well thought out piece- with many layers and pieces that wouldn't make sense to the ordinary eye. The seen and unseen told here. I like it :)
ReplyDeleteVery haunting. Wonderful, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteDon't I know it!
ReplyDeleteI have experienced this too, it's a challenge always, to get my perspective back. Well said, Shadow! :))
ReplyDeleteShadow-they really do and I wonder why
ReplyDelete~rick
Your poetry is like a flawless painting, they're also like a soft, slow perfect song
ReplyDeleteeck! placed delicately the words of an otherwise horrid event. That dang subconscious just wont rest sometimes...
ReplyDeleteVery nice, very nice indeed!!!
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