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poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the category “Dreams”

not necessarily in my peripheral


not looking for sympathy
but an irreducible remedy
a little bump that gets me
from here to there

one minute you’re close
the next a living memory
lurking by day
& haunting by night
whether in my dreams
or real life

you tell me in so
many words
you’re but a chameleon
still loving to play
hide & go seek
practicing & reinventing
the fine art of deception
one superfluous life
at a time





may two thousand twenty-two
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on the shortest day of the year


I fell in the dark
awakened by a dream
& I crawled on my knees
coming up empty
in search of a safe haven

I’d been here before
helpless & nearly breathless
the watch on my wrist
completely useless

this time will be different
isn’t that what they
always say
free falling deeper into the pit
arms swinging
upwards & wildly





april two thousand twenty-two
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Nuclear Sub


three AM here we go again
sleep walking across the ocean floor
gills for cheeks
& breathing quite naturally
gravity simply a concept
from twelve thousand feet below

once back in the racks
REM sleep returns to sender
a sailor & his sweetheart
the latter whispering
we’ve just begun
please make it last all night

ninety days fast approaching
the awakening is near
lights flashing & sirens sounding
the crew in position
the captain commanding
prepare to launch ASAP





march two thousand twenty-two
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overnight in the underground


paranoia is a dangerous thing
unpredictable & delirious
like a deadly spider in a dream

there are no photographs to be kept
either having been burned
or lost to the forest
taproots turning them into new
memories for the dead

fear the dark knight
the rider of your subconscious
galloping full speed in the darkness
consumed by the fog of war
& willing to die by the sword





march two thousand twenty-two
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the dream of the wildflower


the fire burns
but does not warm
& I find myself
digressing past oblivion
that place where dreams
replace realistic scenes
ones you’ve not seen
since the start of the
previous season

it was a temporary life
these wildflowers
wrapping them in damp
breathable cloth &
transported with haste
a few precious petals
secured inside
heart-shaped boxes
all others transplanted





february two thousand twenty-two
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living doggedly in the present


the trick of the brain
differs from the trick of the soul
the former having to do
with mental calisthenics
the latter all about dreams

repetition goes a long way
toward mastering
the memory of dreams
always deep within
rarely showing their true colors

it is like a two-edged sword
this need for solving dreams
reliving past lives & futuristic skies
though seemingly forever
stuck in the present





january two thousand twenty-two
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rabbit’s foot


we came from the depths of the ocean
and learned to breathe differently
one day walking upright on earth

years became decades became centuries
and soon peter would learn to catch fish
and levitate on the sea of galilee

time would accelerate undeterred
rebirth begetting evolutionary rebirth
what were once fins becoming wings

there is no final frontier here on earth
whether at the near outer edges
or beyond the unconscious universe





january two thousand twenty-two
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the dream interpreter


every time I come to some sort of conclusion
the next riddle presents itself
and I am forced yet again to deal with
this thing called life

when the next riddle presents itself
I tend to sleep in
using my dreams to my advantage
writing them down in fits & starts
and taping them to the wall
pacing back & forth
sometimes a forefinger
placed on my lower lip
other times with hands on hips

not everything is solvable
at least not in this lifetime
where dungeons & flying dragons
plastered on tear-stained walls
are as real as death itself





december two thousand twenty-one
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toying with infinity


a change of scenery
isn’t that what it’s all about
four or five seasons
rotating in & out of your life
commingling &
at times digressing
fast-forwarding supersonically
daydreaming & transcribing
without actually going
anywhere in particular





december two thousand twenty-one
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for reasons I can’t explain


having been gone
I listen for my song
in faraway places
in my dreams I search
for days on end
upon awakening reality sets in
and I start another day
without my song

it’s as if I’m gradually
losing my sight
my peripheral vision
narrowing day by day
the song I once knew by heart
nowhere to be found
taken away from me
for reasons I can’t explain





december two thousand twenty-one
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insomnia


the end is near

explosions are only the beginning

the people ran from the enemy within
emptying ten story buildings in a matter

of mere minutes

I swear you were born yesterday
and now you are dying like the rest of us
at some point there is no looking back
there is only the explosions

the earth has died many times before
only to come back more beautiful than ever

like the calm before the storm





november two thousand twenty-one
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living in this necessary evil


there is this reality
that we don’t know about
other than through dreams
and from there
we are left in the dark

inside the matrix
is another form of reality
one we rarely get a glimpse of
maybe by way of a dream
inside of a nightmare

it’s like that window
or that mirror
replicating itself ad infinitum
possessing you without question
taking to all the places
you’ve known throughout
the course of human history

in the meantime
(and for some unknown reason)
this present day reality
remains a necessary evil





november two thousand twenty-one
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bracing for the winter


how do I fit in
in the grand scheme of things
is there truly a place to mark my spot
or am I dreaming still

there’s work yet to be done
the voice inside me tells me
(on occasion)
do I listen or do I not
how I’m always outside the box
looking for something else

I should go to vermont
or any other place on the planet
but I am stuck here
planning on replanting seeds
gathered centuries ago
handed down to me
today





october two thousand twenty-one
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exchanging hands on the black market


there is love & hate
happening on hollywood avenue
I try to stay
on the right side of the street


my dreams keep telling me
everything I’m gonna miss
but I don’t get the half of it
waking up at 2 am to gunshot
pit bulls barking up & down the street

what few truths there are left
(inalienable or otherwise)
ricochet up & down the boulevard
the scorching sun
attempting to eradicate all the lies
baked within





august two thousand twenty-one
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sixty minutes until midnight


night after night
they’re knocking down doors
and taking away dreams


it’s in your best interest
to turn back the clock & stop
sleeping in your own bed

what they put in your body
is anyone’s guess
how you push it back out
is another story

it may be more dangerous
by land or air or sea
[or so the inner voice tells you]
seriously contemplating
disappearing entirely





august two thousand twenty-one
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dreaming of tomorrow


where do you find beauty
the very definition of your being
deep-seated in the condition
known as the human experience


your eyes have seen
the beauty nature has to offer
flower & bird & celestial bodies
inviting you into their mysteries

morning sun does not exist
once you understand
that the beauty of this place
forever remains the same




july two thousand twenty-one
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