Chapter 5: The Dreamscape

This feeling is scary and enticing, is it not?

Choosing a path filled with endless possibilities and failure ready to take your spot.

Now the first order of business is to flush this empty canvas.

Waves of cerulean rushed from the soles of my feet becoming an ocean deep and enormous.

I gathered clumps of the present blue and threw it into the air.

It merged with the white sky and the dark hue slowly disappears.

I stand at the epicenter of my world beneath the serenity of my sky.

Telepathically resurrected a land where my feet can rest and in turn a place where my head can lie.

I was beginning to get tired and found a position that was right.

The sky, closely watching my eyes, reflected my feelings and turned day into night.

I awoke to the gleaming light of the sun climbing over the horizon.

It warmed my skin and fueled the bulb that contained today’s new conception.

I decided to bend and forge a new ground beneath me.

Erected a small, spiked spire and reduced it into sand then merged it with the sea.

From that point on, I was unable to concentrate the creativity that flows out of me endlessly.

So I began to meditate, reciting mantras, in order to communicate with a higher being spiritually.

My eyes proceeded to open up slowly and my physical form rested in front of me.

And there I witnessed vines and roots emerge from the ground and proceed to ensnare my body.

The roots elevated above me and intertwined themselves to form a gigantic tree.

The vines gave birth to an Eden that bloomed with colorful, multi-pedaled lotuses for all to see.

It was evident that my physical form, filled with knowledge, provided nutrients for these organic beings.

Roots sifted through each artery and vein until they reached my core continuing the inner hollowing.

My body was soon to undergo another metamorphosis.

And I reminisce how I’d changed from beast to monster then reduced to a man with life as the catalyst.

Suddenly my spirit inquired about the development of a new host.

It needed to be hardened by experience and able to turn failures into transparent ghosts.

Slowly I receded into the nutrient-rich earth ready for body and spirit to become one.

The unification had been completed and a new installment of my dream had begun.

Gaia displayed my new body by splitting herself open; A painful C-section.

And the villagers, comprised of plants and animals, raised my body in celebration.

I initially stepped onto this earth with same means as all humans; to change it.

But I learned to do that which others couldn’t do which was to love and respect it.

My new purpose is to constantly rebuild every aspect that exists.

Expanding my dreams to the farthest of corners of my mind no matter what obstacles subsist.

Hopefully the dreams will live vicariously through the lives of my next generation.

For the possibilities present in the dreamscape are never ending.

-C. Davis

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Catch up on more of C. Davis poems! Read Chapter 4: Becoming A Man.

Chapter 4: Becoming A Man

Every night since the forthcoming of my metamorphic change

Success seems to continuously linger outside of my range.

And as daunting to me as this occurrence may seem,

My subconscious also continues to recreate for me the same sequences of a dream.

I, a lone wolf, tired and ragged, stumble upon a colony full of sheep.

I bare my fangs at my prey but what I really want to do is sleep.

I’m seated at a table with an umbrella to keep me out of the sun.

I sip my water with my head down for I was on the run.

Immediately I’m approached by a sheriff with his revolver pointed and holstered by his hand.

He calmly sits down in front of me and asks “What are your aspirations? Any future plans?”

At that moment I awake with my t-shirt soaked from a rush of cold sweat.

As if the message was that the art running away was the same as welcoming my death.

Sunlight pierced through my blinds screaming rise and shine.

No more incessant rolling around, time to get up and grind.

I packed my things and prepared for my life long journey.

Carry the memories of my loved ones so I won’t be so lonely.

The first step was hard; I hesitated when it came time to touch the pavement.

The second step was worst; the asphalt started to reflect the heat filling me with resentment.

And the journey begins forever etching my footprint into the Earth.

Now it’s on to prove to myself, ultimately, my worth.

Left, right, left, right; watch the young trooper remain focused on his march.

Soon hours turn to days and the journey slowly removes my foot’s natural arch.

Time for a pit stop for I am hungry and tired from enduring life’s test.

Served encouraging thoughts on a warm plate in order to induce a serene meditative rest.

Suddenly I jump up bloodshot eyed for my slumber didn’t go as predicted.

I’m forced to rise with the moon and the sun for there is no rest for the wicked.

Days have turned to months and I no longer want this adventure to be over.

I smile at the coming times where I will indulge on the moments of getting older.

I’ve met others who like me have gone on a search for self glory.

Each person I encountered offered pieces of themselves and shared their story.

Those tales helped strengthen my resolve and thrust me forward.

Maybe in the future I’ll bear witness to the delicious fruits grown in my orchard.

Years have passed and look at how far I have come.

Strong willed and goal driven. I’m proud of the man I’ve become.

My eyes have sharpened to the point where I can clearly see the road ahead of me.

It was plagued by the encounter of another road perpendicular to itself creating a large T.

I walked to the center of the road and pulled out my flashlight.

The light revealed two possible futures when shined from left to right.

Riddled with conflicting choices, I closed my eyes for a possible solution.

I dropped the flashlight and proceeded to engage a revolution.

My mind’s eye was soon blinded by what seemed to be an array of spectral beams.

Follow me as I create my own path within my lucid dreams.

-C. Davis

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Have you read chapter 3 of Team CREATE? Read Chapter 3: Metamorphosis on Doc’s Castle Media.

Hazy Thoughts by C. Davis

We’re all sitting here confined to this large place.

Everything moving in slow motion. Our minds control time and space.

Keeping this smoke in until we can no longer hold it.

Cough enough times so we know that it’s potent.

As the smoke leaves my mouth, my thoughts merge with it.

Dispersing amongst the others, spreading my message. My cloudy prophet.

But the room is fairly clear. I can see the calendar with the Audi.

Let us solve that little problem and make the weather forecast cloudy.

We are nowhere near close to each other. The distance is distinct.

Almost forgot it was my turn to smoke. Thank god for our cerebral link.

Inhaled the smoke into my lungs to keep my mental turbines moving.

Jane is my muse. She gives me access to the answers I’ve been yearning.

Like there are nine people here. Meaning nine blunts in rotation.

Times three pulls per blunt. That’s twenty-seven pulls per person.

Now multiply that by five left-handed rotations.

And that equals every person in here touching a space station.

My homie stuck off OG Kush sitting to the North of me.

I passed the Sour to my west coast shorty so she could admire the potency.

Purple Kush smoke floating heavy on the right.

While this BC bud in my hand will have me feeling alright.

Leaning back in the recliner and kicking up my feet.

Gladly enjoying the flavor of this grape swisher sweet.

Our eyes are glowing red and the room has gotten foggier.

The clouds trying to escape the room fearful of us monsters.

We’re all down to our last remaining blunts and final two rotations.

Everybody takes fewer pulls to prolong the leafy erosion.

Mouths are getting dry and stomachs feeling the hunger.

Boy could we go for some breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Let’s start opening up these windows and watch our skies become clear.

Bodies come alive as our lungs fill with fresh air.

We’ve run out of the herb and it put a damper on our hearts.

Someone call Eden’s messenger so we can continue these happy, hazy thoughts.

-C. Davis

Read Fear by C. Davis

The Rain by C. Davis

A sharp pain just pierced my chest.

I don’t feel the warmth of blood pouring from my breast.

My body hadn’t changed and my persona didn’t differ

So I close my eyes to get a better picture.

In the little red room they call the heart

I saw pictures of my friends and family thrown down and turn apart.

This pain I felt was unknown to me

But I knew it derived from the fact that I was lonely.

Nothing in this world could ever fill this space,

The hole in my heart that has grown at a gradual pace.

As I stared down this dark, hollow pass,

I saw shards of broken, red glass.

My mind felt like the leaves that shivered in the wind

And the tunnels I call ears let the breeze all in.

I stood outside to get away from the mess

And sat on the porch to choose a solution that was best.

The summer breeze glided over my face,

But left a message that came at great haste.

It told me that a change in the world was coming suddenly

And that Mother Nature was going to show just how much love she had for me.

Then I smelled the air and could it be,

The one thing that can heal my heart and set it free.

I felt something hit me and I knew it came.

The one thing that could stop my pain, The Rain.

-C. Davis

Welcoming C. Davis of Team C.R.E.A.T.E to Doc’s Castle Media

C. Davis

Let me introduce you to Mr. Team C.R.E.A.T.E. himself, C. Davis, best know as Christopher Davis.

Now, Team C.R.E.A.T.E. was created in 2010, specializing in promoting an artistic movement between young folk such as poets, photographers, and other artistic forms that we commonly dabble in. As for myself, that art form would be writing. As for you, that could be any other form that best fits.  But you catch my drift.

On Team C.R.E.A.T.E.’s Tumblr Page, you’ll find poetry from people of New York, New York and Baltimore, Maryland. You might even find a bit of short stories and a few comical pictures, but Team C.R.E.A.T.E. displays nothing but what we commonly know that goes on within a young adult’s mind. C. Davis is the founder of the page and he wants to bring a little of his creativity to Doc’s Castle Media. So who am I to not accept that offer?

If you haven’t read any of this young poets work, your missing out on some good talent. He gives us quite a vivid image through his creative works. Maybe a few of you will relate to his experiences he puts into his poems. But hey, I don’t know about you, but before this guy came around, I haven’t found many people with the interest of even writing poetry. I felt why not push this writers movement. So here I am working to promote Team C.R.E.A.T.E.’s primary message right along with him, Constantly Rebuild Every Aspect That Exist (CREATE).

Look out for a few entries by C. Davis in these up coming weeks. Make sure that you share and relate. Doc’s Castle Media is honored to have him be apart of the team.

If you are interested in becoming a contributor to Doc’s Castle Media, like C. Davis, click here. Make sure you take the moment to also like the Team C.R.E.A.T.E.’s Facebook Page.

Read C. Davis first entry, The Most Known Unknown.

The Most Known Unknown by C. Davis

“Who are you, guy in the mirror?

Are you a dream or just an imagined figure?

You’ve changed since the first time we met,

When I hadn’t quite stopped sucking my finger yet.

You inspired me and told me I could do better,

But then I’d laugh at you and yell “Never!”

Back then I only thought life was only about fun and games,

But as I grew older life was never the same.

How to get good grades was the story’s plot.

Meanwhile becoming of the age was twisting it a lot.

Girls, good grades, and peer pressure were all in the mix

Of how to become a better person and not to fall for dumb tricks.

Then again you were there to see it from the start.

But instead of helping me out, you ruined my work of art.

Don’t get me wrong you made school much more interesting.

But living both lives made me realize my life needed a lot more fixing.

You’re sly and sneaky, which wasn’t great,

So let me tell you of the plans I’m about to make.

You’re getting locked up and will be placed in a crate.

Stuck forever in time never to be released by the hands of fate.

You see, this is my life, my world, my time and place.

And whatever problems I encounter will be dealt with face to face.

They say wisdom comes as you age with grace.

So I guess this is where it grows and in turn takes your place.

Bye-bye my friend I guess I won’t ever see you again

Because after I turn this page my new life without you will begin.”

– C. Davis

Share Your Creative Juices!

Lots of people ask me if they can get a feature on Doc’s Castle Media. I’m going to tell you “sureeeee!!” I’m starting a Creative Juices section for DCM. This is your opportunity to send me what you have and we will post your talent on our blog site. Now you’ll be able to tell your friends and family you’re publish somewhere and can easily show them where your work is displayed!

Creative Juices

We’re showcasing those who are into any creative writing, as far as poetry and short stories, photography, and more. We also will be posting videos, if any of you are into the YouTube thing, too. I like hearing and seeing new things, and I want to help support you. So send us your stuff. But first here are the rules:

1.) The material has to be your own work. We will not post stolen work. That means if I can Google and see it 30 different times in the search engine, it IS NOT yours.

2.) Work must be appropriate. Doc’s Castle Media will not support anything derogatory; meaning if you’d get banned from a social site for what you have, don’t come to DCM thinking we will accept it. We won’t.

3.) When sending in you work, please explain what your work is. How will we be able to share it if we can’t explain to our readers what you want to share?

4.) Provide a small biography of yourself. We want others to know who created the masterpiece. If you want credit for the work, give us one paragraph explaining who you are. You don’t want others to take the credit do you?

So what are you waiting for? Let’s be creative! Send us Stuff!

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