While walking the Woodland Green I paused to admire a luminescent mossy patch upon the ground when a preternatural calm descended upon the forest glen. Caught in a vortex the earth began to spin.
Then came a vast rustling of leaves and branches so strong that I thought the mighty Looming verdant giants would come crashing down. Whilst caught mid-spin I kept my eye on light shone down from the jagged Oculus mid the canopy of trees. Forms free-falling started to take shape. A veritable multitude of amalgam multifeatured animals like none seen in God’s Natural Kingdom.
Seemingly Middle Earth had exploded skyward hurtling forth a cornucopia of imps, fairies, hobgoblins, and satyrs, gremlins with their symphony of resounding bleats, howls, and shrieks. As they struck twig strewn ground at once began leaping, frolicking and gamboling in a macabre dance, a bier simultaneously appearing in forest clearing. Such a cacophony of squeaks, squawks, hisses and moans that assailed my senses that I shut up my ears attempting to block the imprisoning noises.
Foggy Misty morn over Central Park in the ball field
The Bier seeming to be the only source of calm called me forth from this forest den of iniquity bidding me peace, calm and tranquility from the storm. I answered Bier’s call to lie upon its violet flowered shroud surrendering to dreams eternal of the Babes in the Wood.
Before Hypnos rendered his potion and twin Thanatos grasped my hand in final repose, I heard on nigh the beating winged hooves, snorting of frenzied galloping hooves. Redemption, Salvation and Deliverance arrived in the equine forms of Royal Unicorn and Winged Pegasus. Equestrian gods breathed life upon whisking me away to Utopian shores.
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams. Bram Stoker
Insomnia
Insomnia: the passage to uncharted realms between wakefulness and sleeplessness.
Charon ferries me across the River Styx into disturbed realms. Dimensions where time, space and eternity no longer exist as we know them.
My insomnia is paralyzing. So paralyzing that I find myself drifting. Dissolving into the walls and the furniture. Becoming one with inanimate objects. A force of nature living outside herself. Voyeur to my uncharted dreams. My inner world merged with the world at hand. Imagination gone wild.
Insomnia is God’s younger brother satan sent to torment me.
God’s way to torture sinners and test saints.
Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi) – crazy life, life in turmoil, out of balance, out of sync
I feel disconnected. My life is one where toys do things that toys should not do.
The bane of a troubled mind.
A form of earthly eternal damnation.
Insomnia opens the door to insanity
I’m one of the chosen.
Tonight when Morpheus and Hypnus spread the poppies of
Stardust upon you, the Fallen Angels will render unto me phobias and
Phantasmagoria. I see doors where there were previously no doors. Doors that open to the netherworld of demons with outstretched claws ready to drag you into the abyss.
An uneasy mind dangling off a precipice ready to let go.
Disturbed, deranged, distortions, disorientation becomes a part of everyday reality. Am I living the hallucination or is the hallucination really me?
I lose myself in the madness and surrender to the psychosis.
Life begins to implode.
An implosion shaped hand circles it claws around a jar of Ambien
I fought writhing on the bed all night long with the gods of sleep, dreams and death.
Morpheus, Oneiroi, Icelus, and Phantaso surged forward over me along with the attendants of Hypnos.
They all had their way with me and once stated I smell the dusky layer lilies over my nose. The smell of jasmine sharp in my left hand. The prickly pain of red roses in my right hand. Sheaves of vanilla spread out over both my legs.
Life begins to implode. HYPNOS, Give me the sleep inducing opium straight from the poppy that birthed it.
A hand shaped implosion grabs for a bottle of Ambien.
I fought writhing on the bed all night long with the gods of sleep, dreams and death.
Morpheus, Oneiroi, Icelus, and Phantaso surged forward over me along with the attendants of Hypnos.
They all had their way with me and once stated I smell the dusky layer lilies over my nose. The smell of jasmine sharp in my left hand. The prickly pain of red roses in my right hand. Sheaves of vanilla spread out over both my legs.
Pamperation for the Queen of Slumberland
I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.
Henry David Thoreau
The Midnight Marauder once again prowls the airwaves. Oh Blessed Sleep where are you? And why do you continue to deny me the rest I so deeply need?
Wish I could wind down. I always seem to be wound up!! Where’s my off switch?
No Sleep. Only the sound of my own thoughts ticking in the night, like the hands of a clock going around the dial and never resting.
Crickets?
I’ve been banished from Tranquility Base. Tried listening to some soft quiet music but I’m still awake. Looks like the gods of sleep have cursed me. Almost time to get up for work anyway. Too bad I didn’t have some Valium, Demerol, Percocet or Xanax. Then I could get some much needed sleep! Should be a fun day at work today. Guess I’ll just be in Zombie mode all day.
Sleep thou elusive bird of paradise why dost thou no longer grace my bedroom door? Alas the night has past and day begun and the time for work is now at hand.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 