 Blog PostsFriends         | A Strand of Nightmaresby WildWithWordsI close my eyes to the world Drowning my conscience in darkness My mind numbs and begins to stagnate In the depths of the black nothing Which preludes the REM. My being craves the slowed soothing slumber The renewal of self But all is not well within my mind And I know that soon, as always The black corridor will open And the torment begin again. It starts with the smallest crack But soon becomes first a crevice Then a broad chasm of darkest light Casting private truths upon the public lies Streaming 2001 Kubrick colors From in front.... to beside.... then behind. Stargate surrounding me Streaming.... screaming colors that blind They penetrate my eyelids as daggers Show me haunting faces and deeds Which that desperate voice within me promised.... PROMISED.... were gone forever. Now the Punishers invade my night Seeking out the secret perpetrator Those ghoulish hollow-eyed avengers They screech at me like birds of prey From behind their bloodied death masks Long-buried memories flood my head With lust-driven violence and gore Visiting my own terror back on me fourteen-fold. “NOT MY FAULT!” I scream. Timidly the rabbit cowers before the hawks As one by one the fourteen parade Like some ironic dark carousel of hate As they seek out their objectives. Only three justices remain for them A reason.... vengeance.... and closure. A reason I cannot give them For I do not have one within me which I can easily fathom I kill! It’s just what I do! Their vengeance they extract from me EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! Closure will surely be theirs when I pass from this Earth. “My fault!” I sob. For the fifth time since first I closed my eyes I awake awash with sweat My mouth dry.... my body tense Mind racing in circles But soon it is over. The truthful light of morning stabs my eyes open And I rejoice unsmilingly My terror finally over…. I dress and ready for the new day Shunning my nightmare's very existence For I have no time to waste. Somewhere out there…. number fifteen awaits.   WhiteWiccanWitch: its beautiful in its darkness and a journey through moments of rage and anger and a journey through a tortured soul hun   MaxRS in reply to WildWithWords: Bill, this is truly an amazing piece of writing, both powerful and frightening, a terrifying glimpse into a twisted, evil mind. Thank you for sharing. At some point, I'd love to see both your novel and poetry published for the world to enjoy and treasure. (Of course I'll expect a hard bound edition signed by the author.)   WildWithWords: You're too kind, Dakota. Really appreciate your interest in my work. How about you take my novel to some top director for me? Hehe. DragonsEquinox: i always loved poetry,didnt matter if it was light or dark,ty for sharing dear,i miss you around. |
One confusing reference probably needs explaining. Hopefully this will prove a light bulb moment for many.
The confusing second and third stanzas relate to the so-called “Stargate Sequence” at the very end of director Stanley Kubrick’s 1968 Sci-fi masterpiece “2001 – A Space Odyssey”. This nine-minute iconic film sequence is a stunning montage of hallucinogenic colors and scenes which flow past your eyes like liquid fire opal against a black background (the “black corridor”). I call this streaming LSD trip-like experience the “2001 Kubrick colors” which is not the number of colors, but instead references the movie title.
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