kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
The poem “Forests Stretch” was inspired by the quote, “We all have forests on our minds.  Forests unexplored, unending.  Each of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone."


Forests Stretch

The forests stretch in reverie
the breadth misplaced in scenery
while the trunks impede a view
of infinity inspired by the muse

supplying secrets in honesty
treasures piled for one to see
while a plot is always birthed
to disregard what's been learned

there is no witness except the self
wandering on the winding trails
never ending except when rest
is disturbed by wakefulness

arbors lost to memory
when consciousness lifts from sleep
paths found are put aside
when the green blinds the mind.

© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200122.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
The poem “She Slept” was inspired by a Tumblr posting that included the phrase “I thought she slept all the time and woke up occasionally to post what happened.”


She Slept

I thought she slept all the time
in the realms beyond this life
tempting fate for the chance
to discover what she truly wants

the distant shores where slumber reigns
were her home beyond the mundane
where the truth was revealed
at the cost some count extreme

she finds peace while vexed concern
filled the minds of bystanders
those who are satisfied
by the standards of boring life

occasionally she’d wake to post
what happened when eyes were closed
I’d read the words while jealousy
asked why I could not do the same.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191230.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
The poem “Sad Discharge” is the result of considering how worlds of dreams are manifested, and the inevitable outcome.


Sad Discharge

When a world dreams the next
three small wishes become one
each with the knowledge of the last
until the natal is surpassed

a first asks for a new day
demands existence to coalesce
against the tides of ignorance
combined with fears few admit

the second grasps rainbow tears
puts to sleep the tendencies
to look behind when progress asks
forward movement at long last

a final third belies the rest
for the progress thus attained
when the curtain falls to ground
the new is old in sad discharge.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190811.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (Frank-n-Furter)
The poem “Hidden Scenes” is about adventures behind the veil of sleep.


Hidden Scenes

There's that moment when you're awake
a realization begins to dawn
echoing the sun’s faint beams
something happened inside of dreams
you’d best keep it to yourself
so says the voice that’s not contrite

reflecting on the hidden scenes
beneath the balm of measured sleep
if only the face was reticent
muting journeys beyond the veil
instead betrayal is exclaimed
others asking why the grin

the prohibited draws a smile
taboo is best when indulged
without regard for consequence
when the illicit is made real
sexy time or murder spree
both are forbidden in the now

you'd best keep this to yourself
lest the prudes condemn the snooze
embrace the vacation of the mind
the retreat from tiresome grinds
just realize the fantasies
translate poorly from fair dreams.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190520.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (Frank-n-Furter)
The poem “Promise Made” is about the scenes experienced in sleep, those experiences that will never repeat in waking life.


Promise Made

A promise made on fantasy
behind the heavy veil of sleep
all too real in that space
before I must again wake

this dream I’ll still embrace
knowing that a lie is at its heart
not one of sourced by cold malice
instead longing dwells within

in the earliest of dawns
or the depth of darkness night
the same drumbeat echoes forth
from the halls I walk alone

passages shared by replicates
facsimiles that share aspects
even thought the truth is bent
torn in half at the extreme

still I’ll wait until again
the landscape shifts within
making contracts that fall short
while they please the sleeping soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181223.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (Frank-n-Furter)
The poem “All There Is” was inspired by a Tumblr meme featuring the map of the world on a wall. Above the map was the question, “is that all there is?”


All There Is

I asked to see the rest
space between east and west
in response the void spoke back
nothing is the more than less
the roads led beyond my sight
while the start could not unwind
the middle was not enough
to sustain the angels’ vows

that pledge that’s not been kept
words remembered fell away
with only screams left in my head
sanity slipping from the hand
vows implied by destiny
the explicit is then denied
assurances given by the gods
become the lies in the now

the map hid the scenery
cartographer’s sleight of hand
with mountain of contour lines
as flat as valley’s breadth
design escapes the journeyman
while promises are cast aside
visions grasped while most are lost
I only ask to see all there is.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180919.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
The poem “Into The Dream” is about the tortured considerations in the dream world.


Into The Dream

I escaped into the dream
where waking pain could be fled
there the ache found new soil
to bloom unasked behind my eyes
a cast of thousands with recourse
bent to ask the hard questions
about the truths I thought secret
a curse I long to take once more.

The deceased found new life
I’m called out to resolve
with my accepting of that farce
asking why I chose the paths
they alone saw my bent heart
this is the story in nightmare’s grasp
demanding flesh for the scourge
in repetition as nights progress.

Disreality became a word
bending shape ponder why
then turning toward the trivial
as if the answers were to be feared
this jailed freedom born of desire
behind the walls topped by clouds
where lies are relished far too much
verity moves from high above.

Conviction written with a pen
tortured scripts by my hand
with the blocking that transcends
avoidance found and then abused
there I find I can escape
from the pain with just a thought
wake to a world that I detest
perhaps I’ll sleep to dream again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180421.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
“Vespers Spoke” is about the messages from the land of dreams.


Vespers Spoke

Vespers spoke behind the veil
in a language none shall hear
intoned with a natural flair
honeyed words flit to my ear

I would ask who spoke aloud
syllables I'd dare not speak
except I know it was myself
chorus to the Almighty's bliss

vestments decked my other frame
one or another, they were changed
though the latter was preferred
a holy cassock of many hues

the quiet pride of my expression
was condoned by the phantoms
just as real as myself
yet immaterial within the fog

these invocations disturb my day
when memory trips back to sleep
asking nothing in return
but promising much in verity

beauty sought is mercy's gap
no longer harboring safe respite
as the holy is made clear
behind the veil of fancied dreams.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180112.
kokopelle: (Dark God)
“Dreamer of the Void” was inspired by a meme that exclaimed “You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become?”.


Dreamer of the Void

Call me a dreamer of the void
desiring what’s not yet found
it’s not a lust as most know
feeling the firmness in my mind
phantasm beyond the veil
before the presence is at hand

assurance springs from reverie
manifesting a universe
belief relying on what could be
how else could this all become?
now that the past has deceased
a path removed that none may walk

they’ll think I lie with certitude
veracity borne of mystery
far to sure to know the truth
I seem to have a prophecy
mirage a bubble to the left
soon they’ll know I’m serious

an architect with shadow’s tools
this fantasy revealed in verse
starting point of future’s spoils
the course is found in fiction’s lap
hope I’ll share as an ideal
no longer figment as time unfolds.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171219.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
“Chimera’s Hope” is about polarities of life. It was inspired by a Tumblr meme with the words “I Dream Here”.


Chimera’s Hope

I dream here
of right and wrong
the darkest worlds
and blessed life
moving forward
stuck in the now
wishing more
than what I have
letting go
too much of that
evil ways
I hope the best
for dear friends
hid enemies
a world lost
then realms gained
betrayal marked
loyal comrades
in fevered visions
chimera’s hope.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171016.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
“Sheltered Gaps” is about the balm of sleep and other things.


Sheltered Gaps

Relief is marked in sheltered gaps
visits on the other side
from the nightmares ever present
awaiting in the other hours
I walk to realms of tempered gloom
though the sun may shine above
here my dreams are the escape
from the presence of dismay.

Damn this path that stretches on
gibbering shadows push on every side
I'll take illusion in madness’ stead
if reclining is a choice
substance craves due consequence
I'd supply this with all haste
if my hand were allowed
to have free reign to ease the pain.

Then the voice of sanity
companion to a wider world
begs for same as the day before
one with continuance as reward
escape must come if I'm to last
I wish this were a fairy tale
so I'll struggle until I rest
to find my shelter in the gaps.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170926.
kokopelle: Horse Totem (Default)
“As If Asleep” is about how I experience the world of dreaming.


As If Asleep

I dream in bright technicolor
more shades than life contains
forgetting this span of hues
when I rise with morning dew

the details stream in unending flux
shifting between here and there
when that space twists around
alien to the waking world

a cast of strangers is company
without concern of who I am
acceptance found by colleagues
existing only behind the veil

all the while there is creation
songs and sights, music’s throat
echoing from the only source
the muse inside my resting mind

do not tell me what cannot be
that was there, believe me
restrictions are thrust aside
within the realm behind my eyes

no pain is there in that beyond
the ache that meets me when I wake
I am fully blessed to feel again
the balm of youth in hurt’s relief

if only the waking could be the same
as dreams presented when I recline
perhaps it could if I strive
to live my life as if asleep.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170823.
kokopelle: Frank n Furter (frank_n_furter)
“Stuff of Dreams” is about a person who awakes from dreams to a world consumed by the chase of the impossible. Sleep is desired again, if only to dispel the pursued shadows of the waking realm.


Stuff of Dreams

Shadows where none should be
glimpse of shades when I wake
outlier of my dreams
beg for the attention shown
unlikely refugee
from the dawn of where I began
disturb the rest that was my peace
now in the dusk of life’s twilight
cast by lights only I can see
if only I had lived those years
from a distance too far to breach
echoes of a life that passed me by
in this place I could not conceive
beauty glimpsed that stops my breath
filled with cravings I cannot please
from the depths of ancient hunger
if only I did not travel so deep
longing for the way to catch
plunged ahead to find what I seek
never finding the golden prize
surrounded by a forest of trees
on the pedestal in far glade
paths that lure away from safety
across the void of doom’s presence
this traveler will soon perceive
the futility of the attempt
longing for the calm of far valleys
where the shadows are no more
to find again the stuff of dreams

2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20170102.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
To sleep is to dream. To dream is to speak to yourself, even if the voice comes from a person you love.


Goodbye in a Dream

When goodbye is in a dream
it hurts no less as if real
rejoicing when the clock is turned
hearing what you have to say
when sleeping words resonate
with mute actions in wakeful world
the gaps are filled by the mind
seeking to know which way to go.

This puppet I hold dear to heart
oh so solid yet still a doll
said the things I need to hear
in the veil of slumber’s realm
things were said meant not to hurt
by a mouth that was my own
subconscious hints still have barbs
though they came from a lovely one.

Grace is mercy’s only balm
regret served up by the mind
you know not what you said
I’ll hold these close to my heart
when goodbye is in a dream
perhaps because I’ll never hear
these statements from the perfect one
now gone from my lonely life.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160709.
kokopelle: (Sinfest - Bondage Ranger)
The poem "Twilight Partner" is about a particular kind of dream.


Twilight Partner

Visitor in the veil
appearing in pleasure
vanished at daybreak.

Unplanned encounter
unable to coerce
yet here we are again.

Perhaps a stranger I see
it matters little to me
given the attention received.

The focus is contact
varied in nature
desired in the whole.

Twilight partner
until the phantoms leave
dance again with me.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160420.
kokopelle: (Cat Jazz Hands)
I woke wondering if my waking life is like my dreams, and I'm just too stubborn to see the magic available to me. The poem “Dreams I Could Live” spun from this thought.


Dreams I Could Live

With dreams as real as waking life
so they seemed at the time
makes me wonder if reality
is as fluid as the other side.

Could I have as many friends
even though I don't know them
comfy strangers all and all
never seen another night.

Locations drift in and out
transported miles at the thought
then wondering how to return
is my greatest source of angst.

Passed ones come to visit me
the years then fade away
they are in the room again
I wish they would never leave.

Fears do not linger there
nightmares do not develop
when scenes pass to another
where the dread has expired.

I do suspect life is this way
if I were not so serious
in the waking hours removed
from the dreams I could live.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160402.
kokopelle: Battling Deities (battling deities)
One night I dreamed about demonic visitors. Two nights later I dreamt I met a righteous farming family. The poem “Dream Messengers” is about this duality.


Dream Messengers

Dreamscapes are revelations
outside my waking mind.
The rules do not apply
when doors are opened wide.
The outcomes defy logic
when REM is the motion.
The scenes are divergent
in the halls of sleep.

There is no lexicon to explain
the visions from beyond.
There is no reason
for the angels and red devils.
Will I awake with guidance
from these fae messengers?
Their words are different
when repose is my native land.

With thoughts full released
from visions of forty winks
I consider if I've been told
the truth now unconcealed.
I'll not play both sides
when the truth is the mean.
Dualities may haunt my rest.
To wake is my sole escape.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160104.
kokopelle: Black Cat (Cat - Black)
Dreams are both lovely and frustrating events. The past is presented in short vignettes that speak both truth and lies.


Hundred Dreams
Poem for Day 351 – 20151218

Lay with me confident
of a hundred dreams
but not real life
in the waking place
you are no more
yet in my dreams
we are still one.

My dozing mind is to blame
for building spires
to the elder days
where fae memories
speak their mind
in the dozing space
of life rewound.

When respite blesses me
no time has passed
on the other side
where the only pain
is from is missing you
mon amour
the only one
in the hundred dreams
life is again.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Sinfest - Bondage Ranger)
The poem “Fay Embrace” is about the nightly encounters in the realm of sleep.

Fay Embrace
Bonus Poem for Day 311 – 20151108

Sent from realms incorporeal,
perhaps from heaven or from hell,
neither mattered to me then
when intimacy was a kiss.

Your body held me close,
for a moment I was loss.
Submerged in earthly delight
in the realm off in the stars.

Our murmurs did lip breach,
spoken words to fill the space,
second to the physical,
chorus to the amour kept.

The world around a fantasy,
mirage of the day's awakening,
your reaction dispassionate,
so I carried on with our zeal.

I pushed forward in recklessness,
a soul driven to compensate
for a reality beyond the veil,
the waking dream yet incomplete.

Our tryst too soon ceased,
fading as smoke in that state.
Another scene took its place
as you were pulled from my arms.

Fay embrace in my dreams,
lovely phantom I do need,
I leave you now when I wake,
smiling as your kiss slowly fades.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
kokopelle: (Cat - Bunny Love)
Very few people can dream consciously. More often our dreams are a random selection of scenes that are unwanted. Sometimes a delightful surprise is served during our sleeping hours.


The Kissing Dream
Poem for Day 066 – 20150307

I dreamt of kissing you,
not a simple peck.
I dreamt of kissing you,
full on the lips.

I don't remember who started,
the first to leap the gap.
I only know we lingered,
bliss bestowed to each other.

It was a sleeping fantasy,
phantasm of my romanticism.
This did not hold us back
when our mouths met as one.

Hands reached to face,
cradling you in my hands.
Evoking passion shared by both,
dwelling deep in a kiss returned.

Our ardour was too short.
We met and merged and loved,
and then parted ways,
in that dreaming state.

I dreamt of kissing you
in that land of sleep.
I awoke with a smile,
and vowed to sleep again.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

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