Between Night and Daydream

Between Night

And Daydream

A collection of poems

STEPHANIE WILLIAMS

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Little Elm, TX

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Between Night and Daydream: A Collection of Poems

By Stephanie Williams

Copyright 2015 by Stephanie Williams

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BETWEEN NIGHT

AND DAYDREAM

A collection of poems

1.

Acid lips touch scarred reflections, mitigating each

Luminous verse by verse of psalms in night, light

Beseeching craved desert kisses, carved delicately

In stone, vetoed gravely, burning damnably

At Your very taste, my heart dims with seeping

Lucidity, contriving bent notions, thrills of reason

That remedially encompass streams of passion,

Dosages of dream thieves that roil with smirk

Come to the water, He gently reproaches, swimming

With colour and lilting beatification, sense crowding

As the framework for drowning river ruses, blood

Foully shed, draining, silted summer crimes

Along came a spider, upon frozen, acrid sense,

Turmoil waiting stilly upon fountains of pure bliss

Dented in stammers, wildly creating nullified

Arousal of vexation, seeming to knead, to want

To sew together His shattered tragedy, His awoken,

Branded love

2.

Guise of refracted snow white treachery, morphing silently

Into traitorous gulps, witchery foreseen, drowning as

Pale sheens of death flippantly expect to be foretold,

To be prophesied, to lament the dredges forlornly left

She prays, kneels, in tainted refusal, fingers swishing

Jealously against the ever so distant foundation of

Crime that smatters the cold, the delivered brick

Of infallible felicity, daring to dream against remission

Bestial crease of unreality, foolishly plotting against

Brutal pings of life and dervish drawls of death, as

The devil attempts his draught of dream revelry,

Snagging any fearsome loll or flight of pretense

And as I awake, encompassing the sleight of hand that

Wraps majestically entranced around this pool of lonely

Night, hearkening melancholic chasms that splurge

And entice, royally and with much ado, further rent

3.

Sultry, silken bones make stinted love to jeweled eyes,

Stoned, acrylic virgin art charting unsketched hues

Of roaring melancholy, shattered unseemly, vices

Snailing through embittered chasms like the drear

Sinking ships that paint smatterings of splints and sheers

Your beckon has pained me, my dear, for long after

The cutting mince of hysterics, revulsion spewing

Like taciturn bruises that gently maim me by the minute,

Secondary only to conflagrant hearts that sting pity

Salvation was never a gift, my dear, for it has ever

Come with a price, ever demonizing slickness of fear,

Mistaking smooth forbearance for guilt-ridden dreams,

Teeth gnawing vivacity upon bitten moonstone spheres

But His love compares to no thought, no offering or

Quip of grey lace, whitened solace serving the steel

Of my lungless body, for as I breathe, I wickedly feign

Sleep, growing distant by the moment, fertile by the hour

4.

Wither as they fend for mercy, tragic mirth, fraught with dew

As swollen mischief, melted taunts contort with wrath and

Feebly sequestered, campaigned dilation, nude derision—

Melancholic mutation of mind and magic, stretched forth

As though bled and borrowed, sweet rapture saved

Feathers and felt tips, masked within portraits of

Fatalistic bereavement, purred pretense of filth and

Infringement, bathed in colour and sense and refusal

To part with such pains, and welcome such partitions

Volatile ritz of glamour and galore, morphed unto

Silent grace and virginal dreams, divinely supplanted

Through guile and perfection, slanted rigor, fallen

Fury, retching dreamlessly, sensual, unsound

And as I write these swollen words, these marked

Brands of widowed, callous perforation, I tremble—

And I kneel, revere the presence of the Holy Ghost within,

Abandoned isolation of smirked salvaging sin

5.

Tears fall from heartfelt silence, strained relics of

Vanilla decay, painting carefully the theatrics of

Disjointed motion, celebrating hostile craft and

Crescent-shaped song, bleeding melancholy into one

Dryad mystery draining earth-bound scent,

Mirage of hell descent, quickening the pulse to

Suit the ashen stilts of pained recreation,

As a new heaven and a new earth solidify

Every empty part of me

Clouds drifting through the sea, misshapen

As myriads of merfolk gently quell my King,

His usurpation, spoil His fright for naught but

Luminary shades, spirit-slain frowns and escapades

Fraught with the words that have lulled me

Drolly to sleep, I churn at the wounds that have

Been licked and kissed and scrawled neatly upon

With His cruel, violent heart, His aura of vast penmanship

6.

Composed of frail craft and vexed symposium, I writhe

As thread and needle converge, moon weeping overthrown,

Exoneration of Messianic torture, leering close to

Hearth-hidden lies, calculating more soundly than ever

Insipid drip and drain of thought avulsion, these

Rivers of abandonment seeping within my head,

Creating loose and love, swerve and skull

As groveled earth channels sweep silt for sin

And the swoon of sense and mystique beckons,

Vainly musing upon membrane and music (mucus)

That curves delightedly at every bend and break,

Feel and furrow, hoarse hollowed acquittal

Churning at the bit, fray and touch tighten,

My Christos, faint scents of cancelled folly

Lavender roars, crude candelabra, melting heavenly

Lights with venial pains and prayers, thickened

Crescent, sketched with fine taints of mood and

Mosaic.

7.

Maim of essence, swollen, decapitated, proliferation

Ancient beauty, dream-able visionary, slinking into sweet

Roiling droll, foreseen craft of light, anorexic fumes

Spliced into bone upon bone, throaty golden hex

Witchery damnable, sorted bile, sea green swim

Blasphemed contortions, sunlit roses, making masks

Of feral, feline magic—dark magic, universal prime

Lucrative mockery, theatrical sealed fates all aligned

With this faint hiccup of swarming realist’s time

Frisk of daylight, night malice crawls hauntingly

Upon desolation of perfumed pills, pink prosper

Futuresque glitter and heavy-handed loss of

Dread, hanging low, reckless, usurped wisdom torched

Supernal brawls sweeping through salmon-colored

Eyes, mauled dragon-like daydreams enriching

Taste to indulgent duress, conflagration dour and

Raising Him above this cauldron cough of wanton love

8.

Writhe as we wander, vapid sweating, futilely imbibed

Under soft spells of intact demon play, stay the course, run amok

Catatonic metanoia, freed lechery, swimming lucratively

Inane maddening, extended sleepless, joyless frugal

Connected to the pangs of longing that I ever feel

Without You, I am monumentally bemoaning darkly

Lit strings of dream frets, stings of salivating salvage,

Prayed to the One who mesmerizes my ever veering

Heart, as it contests against vexing, stolen love vials

Certain that this contortion has swallowed me whole,

This ever feint cloud of incandescent mellow, wallow

In the taste, created sense that permeates essential

Musings, frayed mind that cannot answer to His grace

His absolution, chanting verily unto You, grabbing

Measly glooms that outshine, outlast song’s breath

Restrained faction of mistaken dearth, leery of

Forsaken metonymy, hell shaken lonely, visceral

Agony contending with each and every luster of

His lurid unending, His unspoken pretending

More real, surreal than ever I could stand

Feeling coiled, curled, to Him Almighty grand

9.

Slanted truth, sleight of handsome hands perturbed—

Cooing softly, melted wrath founded on unsung eyes

Bloodshot, veined pierce of emotion, wistfully croaking

Seized collapse of anathema anthems, misapprehended

By tethered, fearsome wounds and words

Cut to the core, she screeches out a lullaby of forgotten

Swine, pretty pretense, foul hex brazen bit by bone

Fetal moods and silent fixtures, swerving mutely by

Way of seascape daydream,