Capture

Iam Dreamfire

Published by Freestyle Wordplay, 2018.

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

CAPTURE

First edition. January 21, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 Iam Dreamfire.

Written by Iam Dreamfire.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Welcome

How it Feels

Painted Words

Love You More

Time Streams

Summer

Vampira’s Lot

Plea

Another Rut

The Parallel

Up Ahead

Breed

Free

Rewind

Mental Torture

Intangible

Away

Tip of the Blade

Stun

Voice-over

Home

Solitude

Broken Soul

Anymore

The Spindle

Afterthought

Delusional

Through

The Bright Side

Mere

Died and Gone to Hell

Conflicted

Sacred Lot

Neglecting You

Shove It

Shelter

Just Shy

Play

Paradox

Withdrawals

Back to Front

Capture

Chimera

Beckoning

Swim

Your Power

RIP

Black Hole

Sadist

Under Our Lid

Young Love

Spin Bin

Drive By Shooting

Puzzles

How it Felt

Case Closed

Typical

Fallacy

Chomp

Wet Words

Socialites

That Night

Peaceful

Chess Mummy

Words

Telling Tales

Gaze

Cement

Worse Than

Flood

Everything

Parachuting Again

Grasping at Circles

Balance

Two

Speechless

Conditioned

Oblivious

Conundrum

You in Mind

Fine Wine

Breathing Hard

Collision

Remarkable

Stay

Within

Pinned

Spellbound

Longing

Surrendered

Vast

Hope

Path

The Best in Me

Untampered

On and On

Diving

Meanings

Shrine

Fascination

Loss

I Come Alive

Further

Outlet

Vectors

Exhale

Cauterize

Thousands

The Hill

Burn

In the Forge

More

Compass

Complete

Mirage

Internal

The Call

Karma

In the Deep

Located

We

Within and Without

Seed

Facts

Always

Loop

Tranquility

No Distance

Open Gate

Eulogy

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The moment we begin to deny darkness we begin to flee,

therefore to bring some beauty to the shadows,

even though sadness and gore,

is an answer eventually.

Here a more sinister account in histories of sorts,

with the occasional up for temporary relief,

and run we didn't,

our recoil now less vivid,

exploring both the thickened night and daylight,

embracing ecstasy and equally fright,

one becomes more used to it,

one's view can remain lucid.

A compilation dedicated to those I look up to,

those who say it how it is,

the artists who are beautifully grounded,

yet soaring,

for those who make it worthwhile to continue to communicate.

And this is dedicated to you,

deeming a muse was fiction until I happened upon you,

through you I have seen,

no matter the game,

whether good or bad,

there is always us.

Now I know anything is possible.

Welcome

The use of the dark arts to accomplish light,

is worthy of admiration,

no guts no glory,

having a stomach for this,

iron spirit creating endless evaporation,

my warmth escalating from frozen ashes,

is my inclination,

it’s my super ability,

it’s my station.

How it Feels

Bleed into me,

revive all it is I constantly see.

Painted Words

My writing isn't a skill but a broken heart bleeding all over your page.

Love You More

Walked to the spots we frequented,

said under construction just like our tomorrows,

nothing there but memories,

just nothing,

like our today,

but who loves who more...

we've never settled that debate.

Time Streams

In a stupor, a daydream of sorts,

you sat on your old-school couch and wrote a song for me,

you said it came from a place you couldn't explain,

but that I left a forever mark on you,

perhaps even a stain,

and you strummed and you sang and you played,

and you took my breath away,

and as I sat there elated,

consecrated,

reality set me back on a straight course,

it sweetly sliced like a knife,

oh wait,

that was another life.

Summer

Fire burns pure white hot,

vanquishes all as the force of nature descends upon and awakens the dead,

pulling pulverized bodies from marshes,

peeling flesh off metal and pavement,

vaporizing their doomed hells,

made pristine,

in my deaths,

if they were honest good deaths,

then I left with your face in my mind,

if they were cowardly then I left behind a lie,

the turmoil was not to face betrayals,

but to have perished not with an honest view,

the hereafter never called as I was it's maker,

and as I faced it again and again,

treacherous endings, swallowed me not through my pain,

but in the wake of my abandoning all I stood for,

to the deep core,

the times I said goodbye, pleading that I couldn't let go,

it was not the murder,

the darkness and hate I was chained to,

but deep within the fifth plane of dimension,

hiding behind all the caked on shuns of our eons,

there I witnessed the outpouring of all our times of exhilaration,

the combining into something beyond rhyme or reason,

it's what I've been running from,

our endless summers,

the anticipation of the only thing true,

anticipation to waking up to the playground of you.

Vampira’s Lot

Salem had a lot.

Why can't Vampira?

Plea

I make every lyric you,

you are my art and take my mind away,

when I'm down in the heavy I don't really feel you,

but as I escape, up to you I flee,

despicable me for my forever need,

craving to explore thee,

come to me,

even if only in those sweet dreams.

Another Rut

Approve of me please,

see me plead,

exit of things freed,

liberated into a knot,

you're what I've got.

If you weren't witness was it really worth it?

If I am without you to see it,

do I really care whether it is there?

My will is shot,

welcome to all I've sought,

enter Vampira's lot.

The Parallel

Tell me all,

endless well washing despair away,

wipe the slate,

never too late,

in the nights demons rage,

cage escapades.

They fall all over you like panting glass figurines,

they,

so irresistible,

so beautiful,

much did spill,

till ill,

filled,

laid it out on the wooden kitchen table,

said it all,

till tranquil.

Always and from here,

a parallel watches over you,

embraces creeping dark,

keeps it at bay,

fends off the blood hounds on a trail,

using it's might to conquer the hungry burdens,

which lay in wait to dine on the carcass they will surely find,

wanting to mess with your mind,

until they have drained you till barely a whisper,

sinister,

seeing self used as a worn trinket,

they,

unable to see past a pretty face,

wanting to have the glow in their weak stead,

so they can be fed.

Here,

it,

the parallel,

force of good and evil even and equal,

I breathe out,

washing over you,

to wash their intentions away,

make them vanish again into a turmoil of their yesterdays,

oh the sweet daze,

as the wind calls to your inner rhythms,

calls from the here and now,

saturate in the certainty,

that you are perfection in form,

but inside,

oh on your inside,

beyond physical sight,

you are the brightest day and darkest night,

and everything in between,

you are the reality of my dream.

Up Ahead

Racing you in my dreams,

asphalt screams,

the night,

the sting of grit,

teasing death,

it's where I'm lit.

Breed

You and I are of a breed that wonders why those exerting to show their evil sides must try so,

with every effort they parade how dark they must be,

so they can get admired for their mire,

to be hounded by their love slaves,

and we watch and say,

that's child's play.

Free

You explain your jokes but I always get them right off the bat,

guess you're just not used to that,

talking to someone just like yourself,

walking a pathway to the places that seem quite apparent to thee and me,

in a world of twos,

man, are we ever free.

Rewind

As the liquid took hold,

it drowned my boy until I screamed from his past into his wayward ear,

don’t look now but it's me you want to hear,

I'm rapping at the door,

I'm so so very near,

you are loved more than a god could even feel,

don't cover your fire or put it out with the waters of vacant memories,

because I am in them and if you forgot me or yourself,

I'd never live it down,

I'd rather slay through all my foliage of current grim fact,

rather face my demons sleeping,

to remind you that being forgotten is worse than my spiritual weeping,

it's the stand I'm keeping,

I'll risk my sanity seeping,

to preserve what is always in the annals of time,

lingering and steeping.

Mental Torture

Let's visit awhile in this mental hell,

our collective myths we tell ourselves to avoid the nightmare,

well,

they're hitting another dry spell,

here comes the monsoon,

I'll see you soon,

in our world,

on all fours,

slowly turning the wretched keys to all these attic doors,

the spin,

I crawl within,

the hurricane of you,

and I grip to my anguish harder,

hoping the days go faster,

till the next time around,

to start the wheel of life again,

to yet again play in our cherished mental disaster,

here there is no servant nor master,

there is only harder and faster.

Intangible

Mental might that outwits you,

outthinks you,

redirects you,

it looks one way then changes to escape,

the grips of the mould,

something you can feel but can’t hold,

or pin,

but it gets inside deep within,

it shifts your space,

failure to avoid,

that which you can’t replace,

from every era,

as it comes crashing over you,

no physical replica you can crawl to,

hoping it isn’t so,

an experience that can’t be chained in the physical,

it isn’t warm nor cold,

but overpoweringly magical.

Away

Where I go I'll never really know,

it's out and it's far away,

the chains, they are so far down there in those gruesome dungeons bare,

you can't hold me,

can't take me anywhere.

Tip of the Blade

Within all my bravery I sense something cowardly,

wielded by the likes of I,

my back to you I draw my sword,

motion quick like sin,

then...

I catch your reflection in her steel,

and beside it my eye,

behind us the echoing sky,

bearing witness to a twisted viciousness,

some sort of capriciousness,

leaves me gasping as I release my grip,

with her slice I've ended so many tales,

but as you watch,

these attempted swipes create more trails,

I have kept you alive again,

confused by where I end and where you begin,

questioning my ability to turn deepest hurt to betrayal of the very sweetest nature,

balancing the topic of integrity,

happy she is sheathed again, unable to resonate my fierce desire,

to say words that could only be born out of atomic fire,

to show a passion that is to die for,

to be a vessel to remind all who cross this path,

once you have been loved by me,

there is no coming back.

Stun

Black melodies shared as though songs of courting,

nothing frilly or light,

like he knew my delight,

only one who seemed could see through me,

could see I couldn't really relate,

could know the notes to present to she,

to unravel,

and watch it seep,

to unfold the abyss that extended deep,

to know the steps past the guarded keep,

a parry with pounces at drawbridges held in close,

there was nothing he ever had to say to tell me I was got,

not even a delay,

he just pressed play.

Voice-over

Someone else always sang what was too scary to utter,

roll sound and maybe you'll believe my mind ain't in this here gutter,

listen to him sputter,

all my thoughts and longings,

for you I'd trade all my belongings.

Home

Here in your warm glow,

with nothing beneath me,

I float free,

can’t say I’ve belonged to anywhere but here,

like it had existed all along,

never felt a pull so strong,

to stay and spend my days,

this universe works in such strange ways.

Solitude

Painting myself over with you,

now I'm perfect within and without,

so lost as to be found,

so alone in surround sound.

Broken Soul

Broken soul just let some light through,

the whispers behind you are coming to the fore,

wrapped in bandages of yesteryear,

what I wouldn't give to reach a hand to tug at them,

healing breaths beneath lashes sweeping,

as the tears caress slowly weeping,

broken soul I care for you,

will never really mend till you're by my side,

to defend,

me,

from all the feelings I've come to know,

until again I am whole,

where we are two broken souls.

Anymore

Just function,

euphoria away,

the fix and still, the feeling fails to wane,

not only a physical hold,

in mind scars of a scald,

in time nothing to hold,

but a flimsy feeling,

aching,

reeling,

life drains through it’s stealing,

hide such beauty,

kept ever secure,

numbness settles the score,

don’t care and don’t see,

and don’t imagine it anymore.

The Spindle

The pain giver sends to the greedy receiver,

oh kindred souls they are,

bleeding out all the hurt they exude,

pushing towards those outer walls,

afraid to be found,

afraid to be lost,

uniting at any cost,

pulled apart like centrifugal force,

letting go is so divine,

feed the sick need for this,

always just a thought away,

find themselves amidst the pain,

always the same,

they never left,

they never came.

Afterthought

Just an afterthought of mine,

and the senseless wit came out divine,

as though drunk from wine,

and oh god bless,

if with a sorceress one messed,

feeling cursed,

while the other played chess.

Delusional

In my mind's eye I'd have to revamp things,

but you can make things look good,

even camping,

stepping over twigs with muddied feet like some swamp thing,

must be beautiful to be with you,

to see the sun rays through and through,

I seem to know where you've been and what you've done,

could describe all the times we've met,

but when I really come to think of it,

I don't even know your favorite color yet.

Through

They're always taking and taking from you,

guzzling you like there's no tomorrow,

slurping from the fountain like their rains from skies have been denied,

when I ask of you a morsel,

it's a symmetry of space,

I won't be greedy nor will I take,

maybe partake,

I really don't want anything from you,

I just happen to know to get through,

what I have to do,

as that's what you are used to.

The Bright Side

I'm glad poetry is labeled fiction,

a fixed factual account could cause some friction,

let me be clear in my diction,

the hard cold truth would swamp attempted fantasy,

we'll stick to good old creative machinations,

leave the blood-caked realities in the ground,

keep'in it light,

enter imagination.

Mere

Take this space,

let me nestle awhile,

I won't intrude,

just resting here in the flood of time,

the here and now wash over me,

I can't speak,

my will is meek,

taken aback over and over again,

still amazed to find,

something never quite erasable,

but it's essence always penetrable,

I've started walking back into our world,

it's how it's got to be,

I'll take a corner only I vow,

that's all I was ever allotted anyhow.

Died and Gone to Hell

If it wasn't for you I don't even know if I could write one line,

here before me is a muse that is simply divine,

I must've died and gone to hell,

for here I dwell,

the magician outsmarted by one with the incantation,

now tangled in her own spell,

if I would've known how effective it was I may have used it well,

before it came snapping back on me,

now I just sit back and enjoy the view,

of the most enchanting parts of all I ever wished I could flee.

Conflicted

How can something so good make you feel so bad?

Conflicted and complicated,

never placated,

being the best of the worst part of me,

you're all I ever wanted to be.

Sacred Lot

There was a place,

a simple lot,

showed her things,

things she'd never recover from,

so ordinary yet so ever-extraordinary,

so mundane yet a magic of sorts,

the cold dead and buried unions of the long past,

had not only been wiped,

but was as if they'd never even entered the light of any day,

and in that lot,

there she saw,

in a vehicle so plain,

that though there were many to fight for,

and they all mattered,

that a single one had awoken a sunburst,

a thirst,

something never relegated to mere satiation,

hunger and craving returned anew,

such a simple lot,

such unmemorable words,

but behind it all,

the plot,

behind stood all their shared times,

they could have talked of chipping paint,

and that fire would burn higher and higher,

to never have believed one could ever be ignited again,

to truly have felt dead to giving oneself complete,

to be shown existence through another,

to be shown that beneath the cruelty in her heart of vengeance,

there was something more to push on for,

only she could ever truly know the impact of that night,

though still stained and folding on the inside,

what was revealed meant more than anything ever could,

to trust another with the key to all one's doors,

to hope they never turn them,

as they would have overpowered all willpower,

to be settled sweetly to rest without a scrape,

that night it was love,

the idea denigrated to mere lore,

it replaced her hate.

Neglecting You

Rules rules rules!

You fools!

Pay heed!

Making my ears bleed!

Spread your seed like a weed,

spread your crumby lines closing in tighter and tighter.

But you didn't count on the fact I am a fighter.

Shove It

I don't have your ADHD,

your bs PTSD,

I have a syndrome you should get used to,

it's called simply FU.