Hollow is the Mind

Hollow is the mind as you shut out the night

Images drift in as visions across the screen as you fight

The torments of a soul suspended within the illusion

As you twist and turn in the jungle of confusion

Darts of blame

Spears of flames

Arrows of truth piercing the layers

As they burn into your soul, sending out prayers

To all who would listen

Hark, Hear that? As tears glisten

Rolling down, they fall through time

Tasting their salty brine

The silence echoes back across the void

What is this world in which we’ve toyed?

This Garden of Eden in which we play

Why do we destroy and cause so much dismay?

The Visions erupt clear and sharp

Each one like a new thrown dart

You erase them, scrubbing them clean

Your mind the blackboard...... the screen

You take up the chalk and in Big Letters you write

There is only one answer for this world ..

UNITE

A common theme, a running thread

To pull together all pounding in my head

Nations against nation Man against Beast

I see it all as the story is unleashed

And as the Hollow is filled with thought

The restless mind in-between Worlds is caught

Seeing the Visions of Natures wrath

And all who will suffer along her path

Is it any wonder as I twist and turn

The Visions of our future are of Peace I yearn

So close your eyes- close them tight

Hollow is the mind as you shut out the night.

©  Dreamwalker - 2012 All rights reserved.

The above poem I wrote after tossing and turning one night and as I always keep a journal at my bedside I often write my poems in the middle of a sleepless night. While I endeavour to try to keep my mind as positive as possible, when we enter that zone of quiet time in-between waking and sleep, I often see then various visions play out across the screen of my mind. While some of these are I know are Dreams, often too I have had what I call a ‘Window’ open in front of me on the wall, and I am shown images within these screens which are so vivid I recall them in every detail.. These I call my Visions, for they are so much more than a dream.. At other times I am pulled backwards as if up and through myself as I travelled through the ceiling and was pulled into the cosmos as I viewed the planets and stars and I was then shown Earth. Sometimes I am shown images which I feel are yet to come, While some are pleasant others are far from it.   And some of these are what I wrote about within this poem. As I wished my mind would not see and be Hallow and empty. © Dreamwalker 2012 All rights reserved.