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It seems like everybody around me has forgotten, they're stuck on a thought again, saying alot and whining more. Preying on their own self-doubts, they have so much, yet see so little. so stubborn. Can't they see that 64 inch TV, or feel the beating of the jets in their hot tub ? They measure their lives too much, they have fallen into the "Great American Dream Sham" as my friend "Chad Williams Lowther" would say ! Its a ruse, an antidote, so they can make changes in their lives which they normally wouldn't do, because they lack the strength and insight, so they get stuck in their minds. Wheels spin, tears fall, marriages crumble and the damn kids are really suffering, cause they don't have the latest video gizmo box. Thoughtless over-reactions of self- abuse, much like an addict who is never satisfied. "The Great American Dream Sham" sucked them in, they forgot, macroni and cheese, kool-aid, saturday morning cartoons and matinees. All replaced by todays goals and desires, which are masquerading as tired souls trying to find solice, stuck in "the Great American Dream Sham" and now saying all there is to say, Hail, Hail to me and all who are free, all who go their own way and all who see though it !
She packed her bags one day Left me in the dark Running away, what a lark I stare at the walls; life seems so bleak and stark I wrote her love letters Only a thousand or two The poor old postman Carrying them all back to my door Return to sender was the obvious score So I took my pen and wrote a few more Before dousing my desires In the illusions of folklore Where out of the forest On a mist filled dawn Returned my princess Singing our song Alas I walk along lonely forest paths I dream and ponder of what might have been I look up to the heavens and demand, what was my sin? That I am alone, surrounded in deathly silence A second hand man Waiting For a second hand rose
IV A soul was broken to make room For dusty halls and labyrinths. A gossamer, nylon bed-sheet shroud Enwraps the remnants of that mind. And no excuses can be made; This disease does not justify that one. I do not sleep deeply, I do not wake easily, I dream of cities built on sand, Next to the swelling sea. Oh, they should have lasted. Why should they fall? I dream of timber horses, Brought between those city walls. We should have known; we should have known better. III But, I am not an honest mystic; Beware what you ask of me. I will show truths within the liar's tapestry. But, you will not believe; no, you cannot believe. II I howled for my motherland When the mutiny began. I heard the cry of treason; heard the cry and ran. I saw blood be spilled, Some of it my own, then Felt the rest boil, that this could happen in my home. I saw the battle through, until the very end, Then wished the traitors pardoned, Because they were my friends. I I cannot tell the difference Between the sleeping and the dead, So, I will dole out blankets, and keep the kettle on. The streets are cracked and dirty, And they all appear the same: Shattered glass and roofing tacks Where I place my bare and weary feet. I don't want to go on. But, I must rebuild; I must rebuild. I have no grass to lay, The trees and flowers will not grow, So, I shall use nothing, but mortar, brick, and stone. It's not the same; it is not the same, But, I shall call it home.
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely, But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me. If the tears will fall, let them be; I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
I want to dream Like flying across the sky Finding out greater heights Seeing others view of reality And be one with the sky. I want to dream Swimming underneath the ocean Searching water creatures Fishes, clamps, and corals Discern what their importance's are In our existence and health. I want to dream Walking underneath the ground Exploring things that make us Wealthy and abundant Seeing the sources of gold, diamond And any mineral alike. I want to dream all my life To enjoy everything With my dream Self As I always know It's another form of my reality.
Glitters spread all over Seeking reflections amidst becoming steadfast Long lost better half Reunite even afar Sharing out fragments Standing still staring Beyond space and time searching A spark that mislead Now after decades Attracting as one fellow When moments unfold.
Within the forest's dream of night's true fright shadows twist obsidian trees torment, the cypress writhe in blood moon's bright delight. The hunter hides his nascent lust for might and so the doe flees by man's bow unbent, within the forest's dream of night's true fright. The cypress writhes in blood moon's bright delight, bedevil not the finer soul, repent, the destined deed, must feed, man's plight. With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night. The horned hart does fall in wonderment, within the forest's dream of night's true fright. And torment flows in drops of crimson sight, distorting right and light with man's intent. The cypress writhes in blood moon's bright delight Into the holy water blood rings light for life is all and death is but dissent, within the forest's dream of night's true fright, the cypress writhes in blood moon's bright delight.
Imagine that you had something, Imagine that you had. Not knowing it would come to be, But then you might be glad. Yet now you think what it would do, Yet now you wouldn't know. Until you do you never know, Of how you'd need to grow. But when a dream does come by, But when a dream might be. You need to see what might be true, And find reality.
Do you ever wonder Why some times relationships go asunder? What were the short comings and/or the blunder? What caused that awesome storm to lose its thunder? Do you ever wonder? Did you ever dream A dream so big, It became a theme? A dream so rich, it reigned supreme? A dream so proud, it bolstered your self-esteem? Did you ever dream? Do you ever think In the chain of your life, what is the missing link? How quickly that life can change in just an eyes blink? That something big and wonderful was on the brink? Do you ever think? Did you ever share? Expressed the hopes and fears you hide in there. Speak of your imperfections and flaws, did you dare? Feel so confused, that you could only find the answers in prayer. Did you ever really share? Did you ever win? Such as the marathon from fat to thin. Or the sport of discovering who you really are within. The war on quitting bad habits, you begin. Tell me, did you ever win? Did you ever tell? Tell that special someone, you were proud when they would excel. Tell that you loved them no matter what, even if they fell. That what's important is inside, that the outside is just a shell. Did you ever tell? Do you ever speak? Express the dreams and wishes that you seek. Tell someone you thought they were special and unique. That you were awed by their mystique. Well, Did you ever speak? Did you ever explore? Move out of your comfort zone and tread on a distant shore. Look for answers not from others, but deep within your core. To realize that beyond what you can see, you know there is more. I wonder, did you ever explore? Did you ever partake? Really experience life and not just fake. Get in touch with and allow all your senses to wake. To permit any and all emotions, to rumble and quake. I ask you, did you ever partake? Did you ever shine? Do you share a memory with others that hinges on divine? Can you still feel the passion that a special friendship can define? I seek this for my future; I will plan and create my own design. Here is my question, did you ever shine?
generic minds listen to generic music have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive watch generic things talk about generic things gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease better get your flu shot thats what they said to me a suicidal vaccine a subliminal killing spree its contagious and the outrageous thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye that they didn't even know they had it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians inside the looking glass with nightmares of being free without a key to their mind for it is trapped in the frequency in the illusion of time bathed in our universe killing all that refuse to see those that admit to hypocracy or see the message in hip hop how cant you see the message in the lyrics that bring adolescents to their knees from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh contradicting that they're the best but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest that they dont wanna go home that they should ride alone with the gat as their only companion and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain they realize that the music itself is ashamed so whats to look up to when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious so when youre screaming oh please close your eyes and bring your mind to life open your eyes for the first time and never wonder why since the answer this entire time has been inside and you better find it before you die you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others a buncha brothers missing their mothers but only seeing strangers only feeling the haters wishing they would have used their minds when they had them and now its too late, now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
Only light can penetrate the darkness that resides in the default state of mind I descend from beta to delta through binaural beats; instantly caught between frequencies beyond time I absorb amplitudes of acoustic energy and I learn to just be earth Since I am the earth and because I am of the one that is the source of its existence, I've owned the power of omnificence I realize now that I AM because HE is since I am from that, a descendant Created in the image of a thought and a feeling from the Universal Mind I tune in to this vibration from rhythmic pulse that manipulates subconscious minds Immersed between 4 and 7 hertz; brainwaves halt to a conscious sleep All chakras are aligned shining crown energy and now my consciousness begins to reap! and light begins to penetrate the harmonious beams that were already there constant and always there is now flooded with sound patterns that force brainwaves to submit to power of omnipresent sound that always was and always will be connected to the Source from which I came so I extend exponentially beyond; physical time and space I long to embrace the intensity of gamma rays I give way to the coded sounds that resonate from the inner core and continue to connect through the binaural beats that - remind me of before Always familiar but ignored until found by gaining knowledge of self I listen with the intent to excel while reaping an abundance of benefits and rewards Listen!! It's already yours Just reach out and grab it as long as intention and ego is checked the universe will correspond accordingly it will deliver a life to you divine and orderly Just listen to the sounds that were there from before They will guide to to the vibration from the core and it will guide you to connect directly with the source
Do you believe in the things that you've always known, Can you understand the things you've been shown. Is it the visions you see that make you believe, Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived. The pain you feel a never ending ache , Tearing your heart and soul from you every day. Time ticks slowly pounding away at you, Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do, Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams, Because it has all the signs that what it seems. How much should a man endure to find his way, It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day. There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused, Especially when you've discovered that you've been used. I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts, But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out. Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me, In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see. Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways, I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days. Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow , Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know. tac
A new photograph floats to the surface Playfully dressing up as the world around me Hat, striped socks and all Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment Before sinking back into my ocean mind. One after another they arrive Single file, Steeping my eyes in the world As the minds shutter, ever fluttering Strings together this conscious stream I play in. My photographs fade in time's wrinkled arms. Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor, They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself: Who am I? Jacob Reinhardt 10/3/2013
written 10th Aug 2013 I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"
The Beach of Promises 1. Fingers entwined, barely touching, turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes, strolling along that serene deserted beach, our promised dreams within aching reach. 2. Hands clasped, holding on, sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck, walking together, alone, vowing to never breach, the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach. 3. Hands in my pockets, alone, traces of you linger, teasing, lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach, my thoughts ablaze, now and then, catching a whiff of your fragrance, wafting through alleyways of nostalgia, your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
Contemporary and vast in imagination is the girl lost in her own world. Concealed between the paragraphs and ink typed pages of the book. Remain cross-legged, as if in meditation, toes tickled by grass. Here the battle of yin and yang, good and evil, is not waged but in balance. Falling from the tree to rest in her lap is the red apple. Just like the plot of a book; within and eating it's way to the outside is the worm. Weaving in and out of the core, consuming the plot, is the worm. Pulling the reader through the red shiny skin into its world. Hours could fly by hidden and protected by the apple. The letters purge into a blur and no longer seen is the book. Hero, villain, and romance achieve their balance. Feet sprout roots into the grass. Becoming immobile with the soft cushion; short bladed grass. Breaking through one skin and into another goes the worm. Coursing through the bloodstream, distorting balance. Eyelids fall as if to be curtains closing out the remaining world. The key to the gates lay open; the book. Perched on left knee baring one hole; the apple. Slipping through the tendrils of a dream riding aboard an apple. Wings flapping on either side, improvised as grass. The landing pad looms in front; an open book. Waving a light for a signal and a hand for hello the worm. Created solely by the subconscious is this world. Hitting the pages stumbling from the stem with lost balance. Skin melting red spilling into the pages; colorless becomes the apple. Brandishing a pencil, he begins to build a new world. Kneeling in the grass, Coloring in the apple purple is the worm. Dancing in circles around and upon the open book. When finished, he nods slowly and closes the book. The scales return to their balance. Burrowing deep into the apple goes the worm. Once purple and now red again is the apple. The roots from feet recede from the grass. Opening eyes back into the already created world. Reaching complacency within the world of a book. The grass, a support for balance. Leaving the door ajar of the purple apple, waving a sad goodbye to the worm.
I don't have the words To say how I feel And language won't do To describe what is real God give me a voice So that I can explain I need a song, with A compelling refrain Waiting.. For words that soar Longing.. For so much more Praying.. That God might see Needing.. You to be with me I need you I need you I need you Need you! 12-19-14
The Noose is tightening. The 5's and 10's yanked from our hands and aching backs Are spent on band-aids: A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts When the price of drowning is only getting higher So we turn to tiny acts of thievery Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected, Stealing at the edges because we're backed into corners, Corners Glittering with promises corners Dripping with possibility, With Island resort wallpaper Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for Profit: A trail of crumbs called America- Which has curdled our souls and we love it! And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford, Shopping for substance (50% off) Staring through the eye of a screen Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)- Until pop! We die of ADHD. Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses. Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle. Jacob Reinhardt 10/24/2013
A photographer dreamed Of a telephoto lens Capturing light waves From beginning to end. Since time unleashed When the Big Bang leaped And particles began life's history In swirling clouds he wondered how He might picture a piece of the mystery. Through polished glass converging past Planets, stars and seas Of swirling waves that danced and swayed No less than windswept trees. As he focused his dream glass Where present meets past And depth of field is wide; Where the image is clear and light streaks steer, Far away from the photographer's eye. With shutter speed set like a fast speed jet Blazing through the blue-white wispy above Turning his wings on the bird that sings And a girl who once stole his love. Racing through time while continuing to climb Higher through the prism of light His finger feathers the button below Capturing the moment in flight. Lingering there in pure mid-air Like a magic carpet in the wind; Until jolted by the sun on its morning run While still dreaming of that telephoto lens. Maybe today, perhaps tomorrow, He'll capture the illusive the beast; The athlete who strives for the best inside Or the homeless sleeping in the streets. He'll stop small birds he's seen and heard With their colorful feathers, breast and crown; And children playing in autumn leaves Scattered on the ground. Weddings and rings, flowers in spring, Butterflies, wistful and bright; Pollinating bees and hives in the trees Or a harvest moon late at night. Meadows and mountains, free flowing fountains Ancient temples in faraway places; Fireworks up high on the 4th of July Olympics and fast car races. But now fully awakened he knows he's mistaken About the focal length in his dream glass; Lens lust is a photographer's must But this too, he knows, must pass. Like water flowing in the river And wind passing through thin air; The world he sees through his own eyes Is a wonder beyond compare.
It's not a lesson to be taught Or a skill to be acquired It's the nudge to move forward Open when the time is right It's the spirit inside God leading on the way On the journey to discover He is all you need It's the courage to let go Say yes instead of no Reveal what you've been holding back As Jesus takes the wheel It's the realization that it doesn't matter What others think of you God leads you where you're meant to be Just allow you to be you It's the standing up to fear Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!" The battle has been fought too long Time to let the stalemate end It's the inspiration you've been holding For others and for yourself The light we've been dimming Rather than shining on His behalf It's the spontaneity in the decision To follow His call all the way Discovering peace in being you Wide open as the perfect creation you are The world out there is brutal But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand His bravery now is all we have But His bravery of love is all we need May God bless you!
A thorough yield On a farm field of far east It took me time to realize How far I am to my far east of coast Call of my weather Call of my winds I sailed further and farther To my naked coasts Naive songs, Nimble rains Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds Reaching this far I kissed my earth Ground of my grief Glory of my ghosts Glad is those leaves However scanty they are Cast is my shadows No longer they hide My colors and my figures They cast numbers on stars Measure their light Scope my winters Scale my summers Scanty my rains Scuttle I wish my springs Now let me see my greens Their leveling heights Their leafy gaze Their spiderly gesture Their primordial texture Now let me be slow In company of my greens #Poem by +Gokul Alex
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand A gentle call that urges my soul forth The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk Between the stones and ash of all that once was I stand in the echoing silence of the rain It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body I feel at once as if I am home Standing amid two dimensions Caught between two skies - here and there The night wraping around me in warmth The gentle wind lifting me off my feet Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body and I am left just a soul, an essence The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof Beckoning me into its depth I stand among the reeds in the basin They dance and sway as if welcoming me And I sway with them back Caught up in the power that charges the air That threatens to sweep me away If the ground will just loosen its hold The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl And I get pleasently lost within it I am so small compared to its vastness I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars A sigh drifts from my lips There is no need of thought to stay afloat There is no demand to breathe in air No crushing weight upon my chest As my lungs struggle to survive There are no struggles here I make my bed on blackened clouds And give in to the call The storm has claimed me as its own It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground When the storm would call me home
Dimly lit, I sit in a Mexican kitchen near the Tropic of Cancer. A TV is tuned to inane noises; dogs at my feet, oranges in a bowl on a table: a specific place and time. And I am dreaming -- dreaming of Louisiana in twilight hours -- dreaming of short winter days and summer's green, bright mornings. Country time, mostly empty, was quiet, seldom interrupted by human utterance; but my busy brain was full of fantasy and subterfuge. The world was new, was big, was yet to be explored; possibilities seemed endless. Oak and cypress, willows, pines -- and magnolias -- were all around, and cane fields stretched for miles. School was a bus ride -- there and back -- and hours of new discoveries. The bayous that had always been there were there still. Change was slow in coming and childhood lasted long. I dream now of Louisiana: poignant vignettes... dreamy glimpses... and all those slowly fading recalled moments of the past...
I don't need a million dollars Yeah, I can pass on the cool car Don't have to have the fashion Just need to be where you are In reality you don't know me But in fantasy we're never apart So I long for that dream state Where I've captured your heart If these feelings aren't authentic Then I'm a huge fan of fake Cause when I see the Sandman I start to dream and girl it's great Oh yeah you're great You know you're great Date: 9-30-14
Omniscient guy Yet he lets bad things happen How can he exist?
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new Always living from my heart not knowing what else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is just the case, people would walk over me like I was their dirty used up suitcase. Now I feel a newness coming, like a light shining from the sky, colors fill my world and I know I am blooming into a butterfly. Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming My faith leads me where I need to go giving me insight and wiseness for only me to know. I have not done this on my own you see I have been guided by God and Angels on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at it's best comes from a wise lady who seems to know me best. Lucky, I am to have her in my life, she always shoots it straight and tells me like it is, knowing her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith.. I feel like flying through the sky or climbing a tree way up high. I feel like observing the world just like a brand new butterfly so as I Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside a touch of color here a touch of color there makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly... Written By: Christina A McCullouch 04/09/2013
I gave up on you years ago Felt love in my life had to go Felt free and strong without care Never needing wanting another there Life has changed so much since then Looking inside I take to pen Wonder have I grown up yet To include something more than a pet Another February comes to be Alone again hello, just me Valentine's day it comes and goes Will I again receive a rosé? Will this be the year I'm ready to see If someone can share their life with me?
I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation of words cascading from a nebulous eye Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky, and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry fills a churning void where novels cannot wade, Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever careering from caustic career path to another new low, Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving's counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. Praise no other; I am poetry.
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
God made all people But some better than others? Stop being silly.
All around me Great cities made of sand. Green sky scrapers poke through the ground To thrive in life's strict conditions And melt away with the tide… Great houses made of cards Form lines, and tightrope walk existence, Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall And buckle our world to its knees As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines. So while were here We dance with the Glass Goddess Poised miles above reality, Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts- We floor it in the sky Living death in the fast lane, Seizing the day Because any moment We could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 10/15/2013
when you're fast asleep and thoughts creep into your head and flood your brain until it weeps and your mind descends dark and deep into a land of dead end worlds where the only way out is the way you came in but the road is way too steep and your feet are made of lead and every smile is just pretend and nothing is to be believed and you're going off the deep end bleeding rivers of hatred into a pool of shallow deceit where every thought is colored red and every shade of black completes every nightmare ever conceived born of blood-stained dreams within dreams where that person you used to be is falling into skies of silent screams and contemplating death all the while wishing to be alive again
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft. To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don't last forever. Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it's own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while. To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild. To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could've sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper "everything will be okay." It's raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it's peaceful security. The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares. He doesn't care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about. Maybe he'll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was "The animals know better than us."
I have awakened from my dream little one. Alone, so very alone. How did we slip so far without direction ? Encumbered by the darkness, the candle long since spent. Dark, so very dark. Can you yet shed a tear for me little sparrow ? Your wings clipped and heartbeat fading. So far down we've travelled. A taste of freedom gone by, my eyes listless. Choking on the remorse of this pit. How deep the chasm. Must I carry it in my heart through eternity ? So much emptiness to bear. You have left me in the darkness alone, so very alone. Too much of nothing, the dream unfulfilled......only a dream. A waking torment, my sparrow gone. The chasm cold, so very cold......lives on.
Last night I dreamed The dream I had was all in white As pure as driven snow And the whiteness of it all Did bring me down quite low There was something very scary there In the whiteness of it all The sameness there in everything Kind of drove me up the wall. I looked into the neighbours yard As the sun was shining bright I heard an infant screaming loud There bathed within the sunlight Was parked a pram upon the lawn Which glowed with mystery My mother's passion was aroused I took a look to see I peeped into that pure white pram A babe was lying there All swaddled in a pure white shawl Just white was everywhere The whole wide world, Was beamed in light It was a scary feel I found myself in corridors This place it seemed unreal. Each corridor was long and winding Like serpents, in my dream And everywhere were locked, white rooms This place to me it seemed Like a hospital, insane asylum Or something of this kind I just ran round, and round, and round With panic in my mind. I could not find my room at all And every one I asked Just looked at me with blank expressions It was a mammoth task Trying to find where I was at It almost drove me mad And then I saw my. Daughter there And boy! this made her glad. She handed me the baby And told me loudly "Take it" And then I woke up from my sleep It made me think a bit As to what this dream was all about It was the strangest dream I'd love to get into my mind And find out what it means. 28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs. Serious.
I know you. Candles lit, incense fuming, You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough. Blankets thrown about the room So recklessly, they refold themselves. And we roll down a hill together, Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes, Laughing with our hearts. "You'll just leave me for the next girl you find." "Yes," I say. Because only Nothing Lasts forever. And it spills through the cracks in your hands The moment you grasp it. Like water from a stone. She bites my neck Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails Spilling into me, fighting my words. "I leave when the sun sets."
This record player has a switch Then there is the pitch and ditch
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear, Padding claws, death in white Sorrow in recurring nightmare Instinct's test; fight or flight? Camouflage against the fence, A challenge; my subconscious fear Ominous slowly moving silence, "Let me in, there's a bear out here!"
It would be too easy to not believe And not have faith in all He wants us to see. But I don't want to risk my life being saved Because of a choice I was refusing to make.
Where do dreams go if they die? You can't put em in your pocket You can't plant em in the sky. And if you hide em in your heart Then with you they'll surely die. Where do dreams go, can they die? When life just happens You've fallen again and now running blind. An unwilling combatant a greying specter An emotional conscientious objector. A Phoenix rising Icarus hoping to fly Once you dreamed so big You almost kissed the sky. Now all that seems like a faded picture Faith sabotaged by doubt A deadly elixir. Where do dreams go when they die? Were they actually there Or merely a lie? Did you dream in color or only black and white? Were you alive when you believed? Did you just hang on to the seed? Or by faith let it go Out of your control Yet willing to still believe That faith will let it grow. Where did your dream go? Is it alive Or like a mirage in a desert Playing a trick on your eyes? Will you surrender to the camouflage of life? Much like darkness tries to hide the night. A peace treaty with deception Void of light. Where do dreams go when they die?
My Wishes are Simple My wishes are simple, my desires few, to gaze upon an ocean, and marvel at a solitary drop of dew. My wishes are simple, my dreams not too grand, to feel the waves teasing my tired feet, with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand. My wishes are simple, my thoughts serenely gentle, calm, my heart resting beneath a swaying palm, healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
Could it be I'm using the wrong bait? Perhaps what I need is more "a-lure" To attract and win the perfect mate My heart stays open, intentions pure Perhaps what I need is more "a-lure" I cast my line; only sharks biting My heart stays open, intentions pure Swarming in schools; all uninviting I cast my line; only sharks are biting Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle Swarming in schools; all uninviting I try new bait; nary a nibble Angel fish elude; clown fish giggle Barracudas chase dream fish away I try new bait; nary a nibble Life swims past as my hair fades to gray Barracudas chase dream fish away Murky Water; the future's unclear Life swims past as my hair fades to gray My pulse quickens as sunset draws near Murky Water; the future's unclear Would it require a full makeover? My pulse quickens as sunset draws near Life sets limits on our do-overs Would it require a full makeover To attract and win the perfect mate? Life sets limits on our do-overs Could it be I'm using the wrong bait? For Jared's contest: "The Pantoum" * Had to revise to adhere to this form.
You are a person i've met before. The man who stands knocking at my door. I remember you from my dreams, Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams. You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain. You are the man I stood next to in line. You are the man I passed by I danced as you sang the songs chorus. I pushed my way through... the sea of people and stopped next to you. Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you I found my way out, I hurried my way through. I walked away having not met you. A second glance, I did not take, unaware that our meeting was fate. You are a person i've met before, Sometime ago on a night like tonight, The air was warm, the stars shining bright The night that we met, I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest You asked me for a cigarette. An open chance to conversate knowing this interaction would not lead to a date We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests. such as music and poetry, art and astrology. At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind. Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime. You are a person i've met before, I've read your book of poetry at the local book store. you write of life, love and family. You are a person i've met before, I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore You are the artist I dream of meeting You are a person i've met before. You are the man in my dreams, Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams. I've met you 100 times before, You are the man who stands knocking at my door.
Leave me with my dreams. Leave me with my dreams Cause I'm a dreaming fellow Leave me here a pondering With mind all calm and mellow Picturing a better world Where evil is no more Let me dream of the harmony Of a world all free of war. It might never happen Sometimes it seems to me That a tadpole has more chance Of swimming in the deep blue sea But let me dream about it It makes my heart feel warm Let me dream of a world at peace And this it be the norm. Leave me with my dreaming Of peace and harmony Where God will rest within each heart And a perfect world will be Where everywhere becomes a space Of sweetest liberty. Leave me with my dreams Maybe they'll seep into you Then peace and harmony might reign In everything you do I guess that someone has to dream For something to be born So if more folk did get to dreaming There might be a brand new dawn.
Lord, I do not know what to do; Please, lead me by Your side. Decisions I'm facing are lost and through; Please, lead me to do what's right.
If there is one thing I remember It is what life told Just open your eyes All that glisters may not be gold So who is to blame and whose fault I hold The halo effect, the one in disguise Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes Treat one different because of their look Why read? Judge the cover of the book? But you do read others because they don't have the look If you understand, how long has it took? The halo effect, we magnify a trait Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait Attractiveness, is this what you mean? All this talk, my perception a feign? What I see, aint what it seem? Huh, thanks for this, as well as that. The halo effect, my mind was hacked.
I lay, dripping, soaked within a dark sweat, seeing and hearing your soft voice abet. I want to run, to leave this merciless realm, but you pull me closer, without a choice at helm. Get out of my dreams. I miss you, but I hate you, every last memory. You taunt my every being, you're all that I see. I see you in the crowds, or when I'm all alone. You're here and there, on your heartless throne. Why couldn't you stay? Get out of my life. I hear your laughter and see your beautiful smile. Once so beautiful, now helping others with guile. You're now decayed, withering into shallow dust. I loved you so much, and never again will I trust. Get out of my head. Tears I weep, when others aren't around to see – I remember the days, the months and years I bleed. I try to forget, and to hate you and your choices. But all I can hear are these damn forgiving voices. Maybe I am what you proclaim me to be. Was I really that monster, that demon you see? I hate what I love and love what I hate. I try to erase our past, and to claim it our fate. But I can't let go, you're all that I hear and see. I wished you could have loved, that loathsome "me". Get out of my heart.
I lay sleeping with eyes wide open, I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning, I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about. I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind, I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open. Seeing the dark change from dark to black. There is no moon, there is no sky just purple strokes of paint in the sky. Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes. Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind. The smell of childhood dreams, that as an adult never came true. Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open. Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you. Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying. Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light. Your lamplight turned down low, as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber. Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights, wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes. Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds and awake life to a new dawn. She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night. When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning. Life climbs over yellow mountains, and meets her fellow compainion a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego as I sleep there with my eyes wide open. As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me, and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn at the first sweet smells of dawn, I can see life go on with the handsome man and I blind and wanting to go to bed. I dream of dreams that have no meaning Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions tare me down and I am confused on which way to go. Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake as life slaps me across my broad cheek? Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand and regain my vision of the world, Start to sleep with dreams that make sense and dreams that are made of gold and have no end? Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings I would love that, and I would love to walk with life, but she is out of my leauge. And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping. So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down. I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open. I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning. I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains and lay beside me. I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage what is left of my spirit at hand.
What is it to see the soil of home again? A welcome, snow-struck and a return To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn. We converse in broken tongues to men We know, hooked on holiday language Comprised of wandering hand signs. Collect the car and pay parking fines, Drive through towns and over a bridge Until we reach the Western gateway. Oh when will we arrive at our house? No camels there, only field mouse Which are eaten by our cat anyway. The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning Through the stretching, pealing sky, A knife through air; what it is to fly. Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers Of sheep in the back of my mind; I drift into blue and think about you And me in those long ago times. When living gets lost in those waves we once tossed Each other near the shores of our youth; Where the sounds of your laughter for here ever after Remind me of rain on an old tin roof. Dancing with delight at the thought of the sight Still smiling after all these years; Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers I can see you, ever so clear. In the depths of my being at the edge of dreaming Of you resting in my embrace; Where the seagulls still fly and you first caught my eye Way back in that once perfect place. Where now I see clearly, perhaps as nearly As the colors of sunrise at dawn; Of memories made that won't ever fade Well after they say I'm gone. Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers Of days between now and then; I feel myself glowing in the warmth of knowing While sleeping I'll see you again.
Inspired by the untimely deaths of young people I knew. RIP In a dream, tonight would be my last and I demanded to talk to God. Of all the things I've gotten past, to go now seemed so odd. "You've taken all my friends you see and now you want me, too? Unlike one who pretends to be I've always honored you." Those sinners who outlive me still, all I have to ask is how? It mad me question His very will. Why take a good man now? But God just sat and let me rave on and on about my worth and why I didn't need a grave, but rather eternity here on earth. Pride let my voice be rather loud. He never said a word. I told of deeds that made me proud and good things that I'd heard. And when I tired He simply said, "No doubt your life's been good. But many younger are now dead and their legacy simply would be the song that is never sung, no children call them dad. for they came to me so very young and left the world confused and sad. Yet now your time has come as well and selfish thoughts are all I hear? Your life was full and I can tell it's really death you fear. Just remember that you have no choice, for you all will one day die. Be strong and with a humble voice tell loved ones they can cry." And in that moment I knew a peace, and I felt a tear well up inside. That most feared was now the least as my selfish motives died.
Recently, I had a dream; I was in this world trying to leave. Tired of finding everything, Trying to make love without a ring. In this hotel, in the dark of night, I knew what I was doing wasn't right. No one pulled me aside; Neither friends, nor family did try. ©2014 Honestly JT
The bright sky after the storm. The rains smell washed clean. confessions of the innocent gentle and forlorn. As in visions we seek the a place beyond what others can claim to have seen. As the view does vanish. we reflect apon its perfection as is caught within a dream. Hands of ice thoughts as stubborn cast in stone. To bitter to admit the pain So prison from a view unknown. In a dark landscape there may exist light over the next ridge but who will journey to see. It's a choice we must make to try and fail or wallow in misery. Children dream without limits so why should we stop with time. Age effects all like the pages of a book of rhyme. We dream so long only to marvle to the monsters weve grown. Thoughts for sale are a mystery. from this view unknown
There's fire in my lungs. smoke flows through my veins. I feed the beast my soul to gain euphoric pain. I serve he who lives in me. The monster in my mind. The creature so abusive, at times can be so kind. In my mental hell, I sit beside his throne. I tend to his desire, so I don't have to be alone. Here He is my god. And I, in turn, am his. A symbiotic worship, sealed within a kiss. Sulfuric fumes consume us, as we dance into the ether. The hands of god are ours. Hes made me a believer. My halo, so very worn. His horns, so alluring. Hand in hand we walk, love and hate enduring. His guidance lifts me higher than any drug could try. His chains hold me down. bound wings can not fly. Walking straight and tall, crawling on my floor. I am his moonlit goddess. And his filthy whore. I wont break his binds. I wish not, to be free. I can never escape him, for this beast is me.
I am… The steep steps that you take Difficult decisions you must make The dry pebbles in your way The sparkly rainbows with no grey The tears that flow from your eyes Your smiles that light up the skies The bundles of anxiety in your chest The sweet serenity that wipes out the rest – I am… Every knowledge that is unchoked When gently probed from minds and books The graceful movement of the hand As it draws worlds on wood or sand Every dream that is yet unfulfilled And every hurt that was stilled The multiple incredible expressions of love That no doubt must have come from above – I am… Time; all in future, present and past Everything that faded and all that will last The sinking and uplifting realizations that are found The sharp memories of sight, taste, touch and sound Every truth you ignorantly thought was a lie And every lie you failed to turn a blind eye The ocean of emotions you constantly swim through That lead to risks you take of things you need to do – I am… The intentions you act on, either out of virtue or vice The road that is frightening and slippery in ice But I can also be the road that is a breeze With no fear of falling prey to mind and heart disease Have you guessed the nature of my identity? I am simply the history you write of your life's journey.
Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don't want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago. by: Sashi.Prabhu
You prod at the sores of your heart with a hemorrhaging pen, wishing it was a scalpel; so you could carve out the disease that keeps your rage alive. Basic instinct, I suppose. To slay the demons, that made you who you are. You thank them for your posture, but scold the obsidian eyes in the mirror. What you have become: Callous, and engulfed in the rotting theater you thought you controlled. The reigns have broken loose, your skull whips in the wind of chaos. It's not really your sort of dance, you know… You don't know the steps …you don't even know the song. It drums against your flesh as if you were already stripped and tanned, spread across the hallowed instruments of reckoning. But you can't hear the chant, only the distant hum of the butcher who said you could call him "friend". That you were safe, if only you would show him what you promised you would never show anyone. It drips, thick, coagulated, dirty. Just like every part of you, you wish you could burn; As you dig the covenant, into the flesh of your enemy; Your only true, enemy. The mirror cracks… -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare Though to confess my love, Oh no, I wouldn't dare... So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find Oh how the two of us, How our lives could've aligned... So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear Takes me to another world, A new frontier I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, That part is clear... But as I awake, Just shed another tear Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet I'll be reminded of her, At each days sunset... And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight Oh how just to see her, Brought me such delight... But here I am all alone now, Another late night Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love So what will come of me, Can I rise above? Without Her Face, I'm unsure thereof... Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove And she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems We're walking together... Hands together, Along the forests blue streams Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt I will always have my writing, To continue to dwell... On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt
H ades E ternal L oveless L ife without God This has been on my mind and heart for awhile after having a nightmare...
A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining, Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home Lonely branch, spasms in the wind Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch Young nestling skitters to the branch's edge Peers over on to sightless depths Shivers, ruffles withered feathers Spreads tousled wings And loosens fast aging down Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge Like endless days before, Craning aching neck Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger- And whimpers Turns to father and warbles in longing, A sight that speaks of flight Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds To leave -slightest breeze carries words... to live The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro Cooing and cawing, talons pawing A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation "To leave father! To stretch my wings Lift from them the smell of rot and loss To fly father" "To fall! To fall, and to die!" -Wind whispers, To fall, to soar, and to live Nestling shuffles to the edge, Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge Peers down onto sightless depths -they bellow to him To fall, to fly, to Die! Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers Cramping wings crooked and futile To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability To fall, to fly, to die Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death nothing so glorious without flight... Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion Ruffles feathers, settles down Nestling wavers, branch bending Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch Eyes feasting on sightless depths Endless fears... They scream to him To sit, to dream to fly... To sit, to dream of revitalized wings Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings The exercise of freedom to sit and dream to live to sit at the edge of that tottering branch creaking and bending under a restless and aging body peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch and fly, where body cannot and live
Poem: Will You Travel With Me To Heaven? When you wake up in the morning From a dream you think is okay You see your spouse and family Get ready for another day The dream you saw, the things you see The bed on which you soundly sleep Your kids all grown up, your husband And old memories that you keep Who do you think created them? Were they created from nothing? If there is no god who made these All, then what's the point of living? D'you think we were made from nothing Then from nothing we live for fun To eat and drink, to love and hate Then when we die, what comes is none? The eyes with which your body sees Those sockets that keep your eyeballs The mouth you use for food and speech The way you answer random calls The languages you use to speak And another –your mother tongue- The way you carry yourself, and How you breathe through your heart and lungs The muscles that stretch when you smile Your friends who often make you laugh The words you try to understand And how you sign your name so fast Your kids who once stayed in your womb The months you carried them in you Your feelings when you saw their first Walk and when they smile back at you The food you eat and cook each day The rainfalls that fall from above The earth you walk on each night and Day, and the things you've learned to love The blood that flows 'neath your skin each Hour, the foods you eat, sweet and sour The clouds you see above your head The scent of various plants and flowers The many colors of people You see, and many sounds you hear All things in this universe make You think that a God must be near A God who is not in this world But because of Lordship –Above- Above the skies and on His Throne Above anything you can think of A God who is the Most Powerful A God who does not eat or sleep A God who is Above all things A God who does not sweep the streets A God who sees us all the time A God who knows our hidden thoughts A God who hears us all the time A God who gives us lots and lots A God who made this universe A God who is the King of all A God who knows the good and bad A God who causes rain to fall A God who made all kinds of colors A God who rotates day and night A God who knows all languages A God who gave the moon its light A God who knows the past and present A God who sees the future of all A God who gave all kinds of sounds A God who gave all forms –short and tall --->PART TWO
The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape. Jacob Reinhardt 10/15/2013
I dream of my mother's face In her arms a sweet embrace Murmured words I want to hear From her lips I hold so dear... I know nothing of men's wars Or the pain of closing doors I don't know the color of my skin But know the heart that dwells within..... Still innocent in my unborn ways I dream of living peaceful days Some love to hold me by the hand And a friend or two to understand... >center>
The Canvas of Night Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos, my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight, I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight, absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight. Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, and my being is infused with feelings of hope, for even in darkness I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light. note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.
He crouched among the 'noble' men Of so much worth they were much to him As seas carry creatures, he carries hope within How much longer must he wait for them, then- To let him in? A beam of a smile appeared on his face They spoke of beautiful women, in dance and grace Their laughter fed his soul like water quenching fire His confidence low, yet high his most wanted Desire The chatter was of an upcoming banquet With well-dressed lovelies, their speech eloquent Hearts swollen with wine and merriment He longed to live among them With resentment Eyes never glanced his way, he hoped to find A gleam coming to meet him eye to eye And as they spoke with anxious humor, There came over the youth a sudden Tremor He was ready to make himself known In beggar's clothes he would have shown That he can speak as eloquent as any And that the smallest bodies of waters Are plenty The 'noble' men continued their vibrant chat Without a thought of the boy, not e'en a glance When suddenly the youth sprung up, ignited "My friends, I too—I too Am excited!" There was a pause in the chilly air Some men laughed but the host merely stared The beggar man smiled and bowed so nobly They would have never suspected a man of his tongue As lowly The smile disappeared as they continued to jeer And the boy was overtaken with inferior fear At last the host said, "Good man, I am glad you are excited, But do tell me—er...were you ever Invited?" His head went down the kindhearted floor He could not take the unfeeling eyes on him anymore Pained to the marrow of his bones, he shook his head He was never invited, he was never Well fed He ran away with tears in his youthful eyes It is sad how quickly one's hope can die And all that night no hope remained but hunger, Leaving him driven to survive, not above But under
WHITE HOUSE W-here men and brave thrive H-is dreams made him strive I- have a dream he said and died T-ill his race was enthroned high E-ligible his color wasn't but his dreams H-ail the white house for it light beams O-verjoyed is the world for Luther sings U-nto us the dream is come though he love to see S-ee he may not but i am fulfilled that he lived E-xcellent i accord him et Lutheran et king (And ode to Martin Luther King jnr)
There was something to be said. From your mind I could detect the words, the actions and primitive desire to unite. You sailed off, up hill on your bicycle. It could be one-sided these ideas. I could see your life as I saw my own past, as you soared off, up hill, I waited for your turn and a glance. I felt it best to relax and keep my mind silent. I had showcased my passion, a dangerous process, what were you eye's saying? You grasped the handlebars, looked through me and awoken my instincts. You were a girl, a women, who allowed me for one night to drop my guard. As you sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.
Far beyond the edges of my reasoning a beautiful dream stood…waiting to come true A dream erected up from cold dusty earth to the searing proximity of the sun A star like dream, one built from hopes, aspirations and wishes One whose light is drawn in and out from other stars In its shadow lays the memory of soft spoken goodbyes and gentle kisses I have led my life on the side lines too afraid to repeat your mistakes See I learned the hard way what not to break The shattered pieces of her heart lay across the living room floor I have learned also then how to find my way across the battlefield of broken vows Because growing up when you're being pushed back and forth between What you got and what you wanted makes you question The truths that are your foundation You start to see cracks in the, 'I love you's' and 'I miss you's' And notice the fractures between the, 'You are my worlds" and the "I can't live without you's' See this father is why my heart has no door even to let me in Because I live in the consequence of these lessons that you teach But father know that you are a dream among dreams A dream whose quarter is rooted in reality And whose walls I built an inch from fantasy You are a dream whose ends touch the circumference of the hole that you left Your razor blade edges cut the inside of my mind and shows up as scars in my personality But you kept my world and heart from falling apart Now you are gone… Where he used to be, God please put a new morning and the fragrance of cherry blossoms in Spring, let the sunshine in and with it reasons to smile, let me hear the laughter of my soul and give me PEACE Amazing, calming, PEACE where there was none. Amen
I have felt the bliss, of a daughter's kiss, and realize what heaven must seem. For in all my life, thru happiness and strife, my daughter's laughter consumes my dreams. I have sailed afar, and traveled the stars, in search of a more beautiful feeling. I've flown by air, for this beautiful love affair, that sends my heart and soul a reeling. I've rode the train, in search of a domain, where love feels as brilliant as this. I've swam the ocean, with perfect motion, yet always amiss to finding this bliss. I've treaded the bush, in Australia I push, demanding they show me the path to glory, but I leave empty handed, though I've demanded, a beautiful ending to this tormenting story. I've lived my life, searching for who I am, and always do I come up short. I fret and I ponder, for a love that is fonder, than this love in my dreams I distort. Still I fail, to no avail, to find a reality as grand, than the laughter I hear, in this dream I command. I 've walked life's path, in search of a resolution, mindless to an ultimate desperate conclusion. For a dream is an illusion, a visionary infusion, a poignant resolution to all confusion – and a dream is just that….a dream.
regrets rise and fall chafing at the frayed nerve endings of a finite life, unfolding like origami cranes around the neck of kamikaze pilots chewing at the bones of our discontent, leaving holes in the fabric being. regrets, like and of, unborn children never growing to fruition, never falling bud to blossom they decay, never reaching the Guf pointless misconceptions of a wary heart first born in joy left to rot in sorrow. regrets rise and fall yet we chose to retain them in the after-image of retinal flares, ocular migraines inwardly staring toward Gabriel's outstretched palm embryos unblessed. never regret ever regret never
Sometimes I can literally feel the burn of silence. It's somewhere within my bones, a blank slate made of heavy metal poisoning. Perhaps if I cut deep enough, I can retrieve it and find the inspiration needed to purpose the lonely canvas I've sheltered for so long. And with a marrow'd ink I'll scribe the secrets I've forgotten over years of mirrored eye rolling and self propelled pity #$%*s. Finally, I'll be free to pool the ashes, and build my castle of upside down day dreams, and brightly lit nightmares. I'll call it "The Globe", and dress like Shakespeare would if he grew up in the 90's, and all my friends can help perform my drunkenly scrawled screenplays that lead, inevitably to the death of "The System" that we all helped create, just so we could have something to destroy. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Eileen: (A Dream That's Not What It Seems) I met Eileen inside a dream Chasing me down a mountain - Immeasurably old and made of gold Pouring forth like water from fountains. Her beauty was rare as angel's hair Visible to sentient beings – She spoke not a word and yet I heard Her whisper, "I know what you're seeing." She followed me 'round and all the way down That mountainous, slippery slope – Inside of me, all around me Giving courage, strength and hope. That the fall I was feeling, spinning and reeling And lucid as the day is long – Would pass in a flash straight into the past And the future in one sweet song. She told me my names and all of the games I've played since my inception – Back in the times when love was divine And darkness was pure perfection. We crossed a river wide and deep In a valley far below – Where cities, towns and people appeared Many of whom I've known. I saw their struggles, pains and troubles Laughed and cried their tears – Living again as family and friends In other times and years. She took me north, east, south and west By way of an ocean breeze – By ship and train, by horse and plane Where I've never felt so free. In time and space where there's a place We rendezvous in travels – Between this world we're living in And others yet unraveled. Until she placed my head upon her heart While cradled in fetal position – Resting well deep in her spell Until this world became my vision.
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
Often I dream what my life would be if only other choices were made; if only… what? How wonderful to turn back the hands of time. Often I dream to soothe ill I may have caused if only those mistakes weren't made; if only… what? How wonderful to turn back the hands of time. Often I dream to mold the future as I wish if only I'd thought of that sooner if only… what? How wonderful to turn back the hands of time. Often I think how thankful I am For a life that's been so full; for… What? Everything.
Mirror mirror made of glass, Reflex the details of the past. Shatter not, less shards be lost, And with them every single thought. Blame not yourself, sweet little bird. The accusations are absurd. Fire and ice this day will rain, And cleanse away the weak and sane. Left are the strong, left is the pain, Seal it away, forgotten again. And so over and over the story plays, Lost and found in so many ways. Once upon a time, a mere flesh wound, Was only the crack in the mirror's swoon? Attracted to the light that reflected there, Caused the rift of time to tear. This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to the original author. © Alisha Groves
Guilt and hurt I've heard folk speak of hurting And I've had my share of this I've had my share of loving I've had my share of bliss But me, I know for sure, my friends That the grossest of all things {The mother of the monster clan} That life can to you bring…. Is guilt, I say without a doubt It's the deepest kind of pain Hurt gets nicely tucked away But you can try in vain To remove the guilt that you've accrued It's like a red hot knife Just when you think it's gone away It's there to give you strife. I have suffered deep, deep hurt That's suffocated me But guilt just like a mountain That over towers the trees He over towers all life's pain And reaches to the sky No matter how you charge at him That beast will never die. 25 July 2013 @ 1207hrs.
Sensations is the word for the entire treasure, And life is what allows to say That feeling every single pleasure, Makes people find their dream away. And in that dream they put desire, And they put hope for every scent, And all the senses we admire And never let their will to bend. The so called peace that all we need, The so called light we're searching for, That's what the dream is for indeed That's what we all have dreamed before. And when the light's about to reach, And when the peace it's on it's way You feel the kind in every speech And bless you find in every pray. The blind can see the stars that dance, The deaf can hear the wind that sings, And every whisper is a trance That makes even the rocks find wings. And when the dream is no more pain, And all the chains are no more doubt, You know your heart contains a stain And that the dream is love about. 01/13/2008
Euginia Liapich Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup. November 26,2013 Well-powered ideals flowing free Your Existential ,Passionate search for Truth While wallowing in Unacessible Grief It being usage rather than TB Consumption, over-consuming to consume Well-powered ideals flowing free On Reminiscence of a Family tree Upon your life in the Genetic Doom While wallowing in Unacessible Grief Upon exploring your Artisitic Streak On cultivating your Poetic Bloom Well-powered ideals flowing free Did you for once the future nor Predict And living with Your unwarranted Gloom While wallowing in Unacessible Grief Priorities changes Ideals not as Chief By moral fall I was overconsumed Well-powered ideals flowing free While wallowing in Unacessible Grief
Carefree in leisure time, one blasé tourist, almost happy, I once had collected a complicated stone; after the sunny hours had ended and last opportunity for keepsakes began. In my hand the stone had kept all of its mouths sewn shut, holding its amalgamated story, and likewise in the car, on the plane, through US Customs where it was not in the least suspected. A thumbnail identity I now should guess at, marking an old date, and fixing it to, with reasonable estimate, a map location: Plot No. 243, East end of the island, slave sugar plantation, the stone from the corner of a ruined windmill stair— broken free by my criminal hand, having liberated a vine. The stone looked like a bleached out mini-monolith, square-rectangular, able to be stood on end, leaning back and swollen at its center like a pulled cork. What could have moved this sequestered world to opening? That was not for me to discover, except what came on Christmas Day, two days after my returning. Slave watercourses, the sight of innumerable Dutch ships, ballasted with human flesh and hewn rock for sugar works buildings. The drop at arms swish of the Driver's bullwhip. Flecks of spirit splayed on vegetation. A mongrel dog barked beyond the windless wall of sugarcane in centipede and mosquito heat. Seaside, beautiful seaside impressions; distant coral light shadows, etched deep azure; snowy colored breakers that pencil-marked the sea. The staid, vibrant, mocking power of visual symphony backdrop. So little of aid for the slaves, but for those dangerous secrets, unhoused in the fallen coolness of the night: demonstratively crystalline heaven of stars; a ragged moon, clouds scudding eastward toward Africa before freshwater rainsqualls came. And there Orion's Belt, mid-sky, illustrious bright, with its three centering star points in rational line, as if Hope could have flung such a rope anchor onto Life engendering sanctified resistance. Christmas morning, 5 a.m. I had awakened from a stuck place, shapeless and dark, half in dreaming and half in knowing I was in no dream. I was sobbing, yet strangely, because there were no tears. I had only put the stone inside my pajama top onto my heart.
Past midnight hour, there's no dreams to keep The labyrinth walker has stolen sleep. The keeper of the deepest dreams Lets not the dreamer dream it seems. The labyrinth walker stalks the mind Dreams locked away one gropes to find. The deepest dreams the inner most desires Kept locked away until memory tires. Searching for that dream so deep The one that is the one to keep. The dream keeper steals and locks away You pray you will dream it another day. The labyrinth of the mind is deep The deepest dreams are there in sleep. But deep dreams bring desires too We grope but lose like morning dew. Through the labyrinth of passages in my mind searching for dreams one hopes to find. Stalking and stealing ones dreams you see Because the dream keeper is really me. © 13/11/2012 ~GG~ Entry For Deep dreams Contest .
Love floats by, reaching, tantalising, meandering, tip-toeing past pain, leaping through walls, weakening the barricades, of the most private heart. Love settles in, trusting, searching, dissolving, quietly beyond anguish, erasing the desolation, soothing a battered spirit, enveloping the shivering soul. Love stays, it is true, love endures, as do you
Bobb Marly 30 April 2011 3:20 PM Is it the end or the beggining For He is the beggining and the end Is death life and life death His death brought us Life Is reality a dream We dream of His reality Is He in us Are we in Him We question for these answers He answered for our questions He died for us We live for Him
Some people dream about being a star, a gorgeous vacation, a house or a car. Some dream of making that game-winning play. Others may dream of a place far away. For many it's simply acceptance they seek, courage, that they should no longer feel weak. Some are consumed with making a name, a quest for great riches, fortune, and fame. For me, it's quite simple, my one true desire, is help people find their passion and fire. What is it inside that tears at their soul? What is their cause, their purpose, their goal? I've found that if I inspire others to find, the talent that's buried somewhere in their mind, then I too will somehow accomplish it seems, the thrill of observing them capture their dreams. So, let me ask you, because you have asked; Do you have a dream you have taken to task? And if it has no body laughing at all, know that your dream is likely too small.
he bud of my dream blooms color in the dead of winter, but i must not utter a sound for fear it will wither/ for if i speak too loud, surly i will kill it/ but what is darkness will always come to life, until there is light/ & through the silence, i will submit myself to birth it, nurturing it/ liken it to spring, turn summer which is winter's only cure, it, growth's natural current/ it will be worth it, for i shall worth it/ for if i am worthy enough to dream it, i am worthy enough to create it, become it. #AK47
It burns and it stings. It hurts. More than drowning beneath the ice. More than remaining in a kindled flame She hits and I no longer cry. Why mother, why? It burned and it stung. The markings remained, returned, and were relived Looking, loving, and little known loathing were the known ways of living. Never was their pity for the child that cried Never was their relief for the child that tried You were that lovely bird that understood the complications of felicity Nothing looked the same in those dewy browns of yours. My everbeating would cry tears of joy. The others-they were yet to appear. Caring Mother, o' so fair You were that beautiful bird filled with care. The others came and were not alone. Their two suitors sat on the throne. Rampage and rage why did you come? I began to wither and wither slumping along. So very soon I- the child of fines- became a human raceme. The droops of the Lily of the Valley became the slumping of my heart. My lovely bird the enemy had taken you and the person you were is far from near. For that divine nature left its intricate self and you became irretrievable my big bird. All of your fairness died. With that went my pride. Mother, Mother what moved you so? Your intense spirt vanished only to supplement a monster. Mother, Monster and your tar filled lungs. How did I kill that liver that was so, so strong? The lesson of pain was one you came to learn. My darling bird why did you turn? My lovely bird and your big brown eyes I'll tell you once, but never twice. Pain is only a flower for it blooms and dies And a mistake can be killed as quickly as lice. You dear bird hurt me well. Though, haven't you heard? Weakness is a souls greatest strength. You brought me up, then you brought me down. You haved helped, hurt, and hindered my blazing spirit. A hero in my heart-I left you down in your deep black slumber. Escaping those terrible nights To go for the town of delights.
I just want to dream a little more, before the sun dries up this stream of thought; before my tongue begins to search for words faded by the choke of night. The sky screams in the hands of a harsh turn, neither of us wants our darkness unveiled. Yet, I wish the light would swallow me up as well. Instead, the broken slumber of day creeps into my bed, and shakes my tomb. I watch it stumble through the blinds, sloshing, lazily polished, and promising. Like it always does. And I try my damnedest to pull my eyes away from the hope that is stitched to my shadow, but no matter how hard I writhe in this place, I cannot escape the artificiality of this world that I can't seem to wake up from. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning. She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had. Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see, She is not exactly good or even bad. She is just my fantasy, designed for me. Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see, She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad. She is just my fantasy, designed for me. She has no mother, not even a dad. She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad. Impossible you say, this could never be, She has no mother, not even a dad. A dream girl as my sister, oh gee. Impossible you say; this could never be. Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad. A dream girl as my sister, oh gee. What I always wanted, since I was a lad, Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad. She is not exactly good or even bad. What I always wanted, since I was a lad, She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had. By Cecil Hickman Written for Sponsor Paula Swanson Contest Name Pantoum
I start to feel tired and slip to my dreams, I know much of life is not as it seems. Reality enters and is part of the mix, I'm left here thinking what I need to fix? The dreams become grand but then fade away, Still they are part of all that I say. Waking or sleeping becomes a choice, My heart joins in I can hear its voice. I know of desires but feel it is good, I'd try to do better if only I could. Reality checks in and I'm back to earth, I see so much beauty but what is it worth? I want something better but settle for what I need, The dreams become food for my spirit to feed. Somewhere in the middle I recover my hope, I feel like my fate dangles from a long rope. I dream of the high wire and balancing act, Fire is on one side and ice at my back. I try to find a place where I can be real, Losing this dream can't be part of the deal. The sun rises up and reveals what's dark, Dreams appear to set forth the mark. Dreams shall determine how high you can go, Which one wins out I don't seem to know.
All that happens is really inside, From the love and desire, To the cosmic tide. The coming of Christ, The going of God, The devil's rise, The morning fog. The dark naked nights, Of torment and fear, The atomic bomb and the rumours I hear. From the beginning of time, Till the end of space, The prison bars in front of my face. The labyrinth of lies, The weaver weaves, The kaleidoscopes patterns, Of the autumn leaves. All born of tears and blood and guts, Of suffering children crying for love. The inside is real, The outside is dead, An empty shell, I dreamed in my head. The you and me, Are forgotten and gone, In the rumours I hear, In the atomic bomb.
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
Hardly a day ever goes by In which creativity fails me; For my boundless imagination runs free Never pausing once to ask why Others here are so constrained To obey the laws of Reality, Held captive by what their minds perceive, Imprisoned by what they think they see. When I was only a child, My skills were a blessing; For even when I played on my own, There was no limit to my ideas and dreams. And I never once felt alone, Though hours passed without my care As I created worlds in my head And played with people who weren't there. How does blessing become cursed As time continues to move? Now my creativity is looked down upon, When it is not used at the "right time" As if there was ever a wrong one! Why are adults expected to stop dreaming Once they get all of their adult teeth? But I refuse to stop dreaming. I would rather live up in the clouds Where the air is clean and brighter than The pollution on the ground. I will take my dreams to work with me; Science is built on curiosity. I will show the world that adults can dream Though they might consider me insane.
I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow. It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go. My Hubby says it's because I become relaxed, in body and in mind. That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time. But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head. It's beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead. This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch. But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much. And what would be more beautiful, than water as it's simply cascading around. My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down. My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down. My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown. And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts. Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost. Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind. With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time. I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown. So many words bubbling to the surface, before they'd come tumbling down. They'd fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other's soul. My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal. Now I truly know, I'll have no fountain, or any great renown. Still I am grateful, for the few, who've read the words, which I have written down.
Everything becomes atmospheric in its nature: the black rock holding open a door to a room with no entry. Redemption comes with a price, but it is not for sale here. Kind gestures mastering no weight, and music being played idly through a cracked window. Without your bright signs, or the screams of the unlucky who await within, there would be no patrons of your dead hostel. But we come for the screams and we come for the signs, and we come for the music we can almost hear. We are almost soothed and almost relinquish our personal peace for the greater apathy to reign. I am here with you darling, but you cannot even feel my touch. So gentle in nature, so tenacious in your attempts to learn. So blanketed with dream trees and angelic harps that sound only in your ears. This is my gallery to display the despair we call art. Lack of emotion and childless mothers abound. Come in, he says, Come in. And on and on they stream. With no tears for the dead, the brothers that we left by the side of the road. Too gentle in their tenacity. No ability to further progress in this procession of the damned, observed by careful observers from behind the glass. Cracked and broken and without a place to conceal their eyes. I am trembling in this wake, but I grasp your hand and we march on. To great nothingness, to empty years of needing some way to be free. Clanking glasses and shearing metal break my mind and bring me back to you. Where are you? And how are you going to take me away from here? Here, where dream trees' boughs bend and snap beneath the snow-covering. We are burying the infants who have passed from this world to the next, we are smothering their little mouths and tearing out their eyes. We must suppress the screams of the innocent, lest we believe we have a place with them. Follow their stoic departure and wish with our minds' whispers that there was somewhere we too could go.
It seems the longer I wait on this dry shore the farther you get as I watch you sail away from my place on this dry shore; the winds pick up and your sails unfurl and with every breath I lose watching you drift away a gust of wind sends you with blessings of wasted breaths; and I see you still distant as you are going to that place I dreamt for you, a place that grows farther still as I dream for you grander things and grander places that you will visit; And on currents that seem to flow to the beating in my chest you sail farther still and with every dream I breathe you sail farther yet and you're so far away now from where I am on this dry shore; and I wonder if things would have been different had I not sent you away and kept you here on this shore where I can still see you no matter how far you sail from this shore that you have never left and I have never left.
~Dreams Are More Than Just Fairytales~ (Free Verse) I never believed before,that dreams came true, Part of me never believed, in such a fairy tales, But then as time passes, and leaves behind me all its marks... It's for so many years, now, that I've learned, that nothing is impossible after all... If you just stop for a moment and open up your heart, Your mind will follow through, right behind,once you make that choice, And desires will materialize, somehow, all your dreams,with sweetness; And rekindle, with so much fire, again as never before, all your soul So then, believe! and grab your dreams, and never once stop believing, 'Cause, that's what really keeps us moving, and makes us come alive and much stronger, Open up your heart and all your mind, at least a little bit, and give yourself another chance... That the window that you open now,will give you sooner or later, in time,another reason, to survive. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2004 January.05.2015.
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I am looking for dream interpreters. My name is Goodluck Don't swear yet please, don't "****" I am no president or "less" Neither am I clueless Parents christened me Goodluck So if there be name sake as me Well, that is bad luck Like I said, I am looking for dream interpreters. I had a dream last night I saw ancestors. Breathing fire like dynamite Asked me if I am insensitive Or just clueless Out of respect for ancestors, I asked them 'Insensitive to or in what?' "Insensitive to or in what???" Was their angered response "Even in this, you are still clueless"? Their lead speaker asked "Okay, fine! Mr. clueless" he continued Under your watchful eyes The plane you are saddled with, Cries out for a pilot For the auto-pilot can't land it And you are a clueless pilot The ship you are saddled with Cries out for a captain For you have broken the compass And an inevitable sink might come to pass". "Mr. clueless" he continued again The streets of Jos, Blood has become a river. Have you seen the butchered women… Pregnant Have you seen the opened bowels… Slain infants. Religious insurgencies on the instant United Nations office and police headquarters All crashed landed with a bang…bomb Churches are smashed, even mosques The blood rivers of Jos has flowed beyond us Now, it's a national flood above us Yet your greed is on the oil well You have weakness for debt accumulation SUBSIDY! Your greatest height of insensitivity What happened to profits of yester years? Same old promise of good roads, Good education, a better tomorrow Yet, forty billion, a former house of reps Single handedly stole it. Are you leeches never ever tired of loots? Or fear of insurgence of the deprived youths? The people raped by empty promises of bandits If you are in all these things clueless Then our dreams for the country is hopeless All leaders before you Have creatively out done you Hate has come to the surface And you have lost your grace". Then from the dream, I woke up! Somebody help!!! I need dream interpreters. THIS POEM IS FOR THE NIGERIA PRESIDENT WHO CAN'T FEEL THE NEED OF THE NIGERIA PEOPLE
Flashing neon signs Dark pavement left behind But more to go I know, I know I've darkness on the mind Absorbed in mind's cafe I take a seat to say, "This can't be mine This dream I find Is taken course dismay" Now gather in good cheer Partake in lifeless beer Glasses empty Patrons gone Myself I've come to fear But how this came to pass I cannot say at last I turn to go But now I know I can't reshape my past Walk on in dream I do But lifeless forms ensue A mother gone A father too But empty streets pursue I've taken now the task To live this dream at last Without my wish Or to my hope A lonely shadow cast
My Madness, Me... Confined by this straight-jacket, strapped in, numb and dumbed, a washed-out, has-been, also-ran, body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind, rattling like stones in an old tin-can. Still, I am, I am, and I am unchained, my dreams taking flight, soaring, above these claustrophobic walls, of synapses, and dungeons of stone, swooping through green valleys, taking a detour to savour the joys, soaked in torrential, evergreen memories, of a younger man, with passion in his bone. I am. My wings unclipped, unshackled, free, I am, and though I am unable to see, I am. At long last, me...
I've cut my hands on the broken screen door of dreams meant to be deserted; I can feel the rush of inclusion in a state of decay as it gasps open against tucked in eyelids. Smiles caught in dim headlights, before the empty sway of drunken iron drips from my palms as inertia drives it all to fruition, abstract revelations come to life. My eyes stutter, fighting to keep them alive. I press reddened palms against the dusty doorway, count in cadence meant for a heartbeat, and breath in harmonic patience with something I wish I could understand, but my sort of muscles are too weak to make an impact, my palms have become imprinted with the wake of trembling foundation's sorrow. ….I look at them pruned by the sour chaste of possibility; rivers of emptiness run through my own imperfections. I've mended nothing. they're still… cold. These dreams are stone, and I am only flesh; Pounding my fists against a doorway that has long forgotten I am here. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you This dream is all that exists, and all you've ever known The song is picking up speed, so it's follow or fail alone A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide This nightmare is all that exists, and all you've ever known But this song still hasn't stopped, and so you dance alone You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond This path is all that exists, and the only way to go Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you're not alone The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry This life is all that exists, and the only way to go The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came To dream a light shining out for all the world to see To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
When that feeling rushes in- I don't know what to do with my life- I need to search from within And look up toward the light.
So long my urges have been hidden beneath my desire to be just fitting.. a daunting task that has come to be Wanting to be just perfect in the eyes of many, I forgot to be the most important type of perfect, -- to be me I wanted so much to be seen, seen by many but in all that I lost the me I was meant to be So many things I wanted to be I just couldn't really come to see what I truly felt what I truly wanted to be... I couldn't see the natural beautiful dancer, performer within me. So many things I am good at but the things that I love, that flow easily through me are the things of love, poetry, dance and artistry I am a creative creature of the light Fluid and free as the water, to which I truly belong My home, my solitude, my place of being free, of just being me. So funny how things occur, when you just let your heart be free So simple the heart is, while the mind seeks to rather be complex There must be a balance of these, through the center of our being With this comes a deep appreciation of self Appreciation of self comes with complete acceptance of one's self complete acceptance comes with complete love of self and complete love of self comes with true understanding of self - compassion for the darkness and gratefulness for the light All this leads to the being of me. Destined to be all I my heart dares to dream I will be abundant in the spirit life and the physical realm I will manifest the best that is for me then bring it to the world to show how the spiritual life leads to a beautiful bountiful life of heaven on earth The philosopher in me is quite intelligent you see so all this knowledge, all this wisdom gained and to gain will only set me and you free
vast jungles of flesh giants of monotony these intellect crushing beasts disguised gardens of deceit from a petri dish poisoned by mutant chemicals what's left of the beauty transforms to become wings sometimes I wonder if I should speak of these things who could be listening in? breathing the thick air of lost opportunities crying heavy tears of expired love witnessing a higher form of intelligence undeserving of humanity and my frail sanity who could be listening in? time to destroy the evidence and move on
my mark is fresh like snow in air brisk and mist will crisp on hair fists ball up from risk to care whisper and stare but all is fair love and reason, flow like seasons the endings blending and quite seeming parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming half is seeing, the other believing eyes align and beats will sync eyes a line for heat to sink taken quickly for a fall lovers stroll through memories' hall echoes stir sight and scent my senses flight keeps suspense until logic teaches what it meant all good things come to an end summer lighting longer days more hours to burn for lovers lay precious tokens we hope to stay from constant change or parting ways spring into action to save those astray a few more years can cost a pay with lives and sacrifice displayed perhaps tomorrow will be okay years can fly like clouds in sky feelings revealing what to decide and just like that were back to try to love the same until we die
She She smiled, gently, her warmth infusing me, with a serene stillness of time. She settled, slowly, in my waking thoughts, a soothing balm of simple joy. She remains, scribbled, on the walls of my fractured heart, memories of happiness that once breathed...
Once upon a time I loved a girl but she didn't love me back. Once upon a night I wished on a star but my dreams never came to pass. Twice I think I hoped for the sun and not the rain pouring in. But my cover flew away and the drops soaked through my skin. I think I could wish for hard times and the dark, And just to spite my soul the world would set ablaze from a single spark. My money would pile high, girls would wave as they walked by. And the one thing can I say for this life, Is no one ever got a damn thing from goodbye.
How about the woman! His voice suddenly full of venom You know the one I speak of Let's commence her to squealin It's just a dream you know You are king of justification Let's ravage this little beauty And give her an education No!!! I quickly scream Never will I betray her It's the most beautiful love Someone like me could encounter I have hurt her enough She does not give herself lightly So under no circumstances Would I disrespect her dignity You violate women constantly, he says But "only in your mind" So you want humanity to evolve? This place stinks of your lies!!!!!! Yet you ridicule belief You call it "escape from thinking" But your contempt for women Has our little dream wreaking I don't hate women, I say Regardless of my ex-wife She was taught to think in lack Since day one of her life Then again they have always known How best to hurt me But they are just products Of a reactionary society As far as the government It's exactly the same thing We're a drone hive of escapists Hiding in the denial of beliefs But I don't exempt myself My escapism is becoming clear I desperately wanted to find you And overcome my fears He mocks me with applause You should run for President I've found the missing link Let's build you a towering pyramid Suddenly he is behind me Whispering quietly in my ear Cold chills cover my body As I succumb to desperate fear I begin frantically running To the sound of a demonic lullaby His laughter mocking every step The hallway suddenly dark as night My hair standing on end Suddenly he is in front of me And black eyes step into my body As I wake to the alarm clock's ring
For a moment, I believed I even allowed myself to breathe. . . To smile upon you in all that was said and done For a moment, you were there And a simple thought made me beam I was there looking you in the eye it seemed For a moment, doubt swept under my feet Threatening to bring me to the ground But your words pulled me up by the string For a heavy moment, I realized Just how far you are from me Too far to be close—to far to allow that smile And for another sad, long moment, I sit here in awe-struck despair Wondering why the smile was ever there
drowning... Screaming silently for that one breath of life... that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat of life... that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet drowning... mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent of being... but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent drowning... quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp while... hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp drowning... yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation feeling... a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation drowning... whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you as... faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue drowning... i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare and still... i fight with every suffocating breath left within to surface and to cling onto another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...
you were there and so was i you in youre world and me in mine yet somehow we werent there at all and our worlds were just to small together we would unite leaving our old worlds behind creating a new worlds together one that we would share forever and ever now here we are as we have and always will be in a world that we created for only you and me no longer in our own worlds but in our dream world
Empty dreams upon my bed Vacant dreams in my head Useless dreams have come and gone Where are the dreams of summers' long Winter dreams laden with snow Has the dream really gone frozen_cold What dreams were dreamed in vain Which ones gave glory where glory died and bled Dreaming of bountiful harvest Where are the fields of corn and cotton? Maybe some died for lack of showers Did I only dream away the hours__ Just one soul that has the zeal Then a magnificant harvest yield Let me dream just one more dream A dream of fields ready for harvesting
When we are asleep do we float or stay in bed? Shall we meet in dreams? I wake up travelled My mind shuts down to my room I go away to... Somewhere I used to know
It's like I'm there, Standing behind a glass wall. I've had a taste, Just not the full platter. I'm ready for the cake, But all I have is batter.
I had a dream of you again tonight...that makes it about 3years strong....i wonder what the real thing will feel like...to hold you...to see you smile for the first time...the first time you cry...as i put my finger in your hand and you squeeze i wonder what joy will course through my veins...to say your name...to watch you sleep...to watch you as you try to figure out the world...will i miss your first words...or when you crawl...the first time you try to walk will i be there to catch you when you fall...your first birthday...will i be the dad you need me to be....will i fail...all these questions and the worst one i havnt even said....i hate to think it but it has came into my mind every once in a while...what if i never get to meet you...never have the chance to fail or succeed...to never watch you grow..to never have a chance to love you..to never be a father...what if my dreams never become reality....
Unfortunate life and endless sorrows And Fractured dreams with gaps between Life and bestowed Wonderings of tommorow Unfortunate life! And—endless sorrows Instead of life long goals this day and morrow With lowly goals instead of dreams Unfortunate! Life! And endless – sorrows And Fractured dreams with—gaps? Between
This turns of life This magnificent world of ours Turning seconds by minutes And minutes by hours We struggled to find what is there To find the path we have been searching for Forgetting the obstacles we went Forgetting that every step leads to a blocking wall The real eternity of life Lies in the hands of the people who believe Whether they had chose a dream to strive for Or a dream that will be deceive It is up to us to choose our fate But not to let it control us Whether the time moves on or not Into the future or the past We can't change Fate It had already being done Because it is the earlier decision you made Doesn't matter on what you want Decision, is that the true meaning of life? The lives we live forever The soul we kept inside ourselves While we wait for the moving time Is that how we believe all this years? That the path depends on what we choose What can you say if you never get that path And the others win and you start to loose You look forward to that endless dream While you just keep dreaming Your hands, legs and body remained numb Inside your own feelings Is the world so big? While we are so small? Can we be the stars and the clouds Can we be the meteor fall? Does the impossibility exists in this world? Is the world too small and realistic? How can we answer all of this? Not even the wise who stated the specifics Fate, Destiny and our Life The Path, Decision and the World The Creations where Humans do not realised That the road of our journey is just one circular twirl
I see my faith it's so worn and lost At least I know this I drink my daily cup of lust I know I do not need it I am living in my own ways Too bad my soul is rotten I know that all life is dead Seems you've all forgotten Ash and dust are in our eyes We dream that we're alone here We've let their hate hypnotise There's nothing now to hold dear It's here I stand without my lies I know I'm so near But when I'm close I hear you die And I am left here Now I'm high without my skin Seems that hate surrounds me I will fade into my mind I dream I am free The balance is so lost right now When I can hear you The fuel of hate will fill me up Now I am dead too Ash and dust will fill my mind I live in someone's anger When I'm here I am so blind The smell of death will linger Now that hate is on my side I'm breathing with my power But fading out will make me hide And now my hate is sour Waking up I am not dead But I must start again I just try to sleep instead This will make it rain So I arise among the lost Silence in my thoughts says: You are alive but you are gone But it is here you must stay So when hate comes to take me down I know I must erase it And if I find that it makes me drown I know I must escape it The ash is trust, it's in your bread You can't survive without this Possessing dust is in your head But with this you seek bliss Here I am I know what's true I live for myself Once you see you live for you You will see your own wealth
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm, she came to me, thunderously raging with raw emotion, she came to me, drenched in the essence of truth, she came to me, she touched a chord deep inside, she strummed away all emptiness, she came to me, once... she comes to me, still... a gentle presence filling my life, she comes to me, still, a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.
Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues (For Bob Dylan) Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears We shatter and scrape on demented knees Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze I know now what I need never have known Of hope that was trampled before it had flown Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray 'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.
Saturday Rain in Johannesburg… …With sighs of torrential passion, the heavens shower teardrops, weeping with me, as memories of you come cascading back, skin on skin, ablaze, moist kisses, fiery, gentle whispers of undying love, murmured, in another life, another time, far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair, wallowing in the grime. … The rain keeps falling, each teardrop stinging my face, tasting the salt on my lips, I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips, between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love, before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude, wounded as a wingless dove, bereft of life, stripped of all traces of fortitude
I am living the dream. I stand here today, Cannot believe what I am about to say, But I am living the dream. At times, it's tough And it is not always easy. I might be condemned For choosing this path in life; Some may think it's too bag of a risk. When we give it our all, Our passion and our might, We can overcome and forget the fear To become who we are meant to be. I stand here today, Another tear ready to wipe away: You can do all you aspire to do! Set your mind and never give up! If I can do it, You can too! I can't believe I'm about to say this, But I am living my dreams. I am living the dream.
The mountains stand soaring, touching the sky, Their snow-capped craniums held high. The brooks and the rivers, crystal clear Carry the Essence of Life - water so dear. The air is always untainted and clean Dust and dirt forever unseen. The shrubbery and vegetation are flourishing fast "The Slash and Burn age" is now the past. Dreams, you see, are peculiar things, Unknown and unseen into our mind it clings. Some come true while others fade, This dream, O Lord, let it not fail. 'Coz this little dream is not just mine, It's yours and theirs; it is growing…the line. Let's not stand aside and stare away, Let's get into action and pave the way. To make this world a cleaner one. To make our short stay much more fun. Day by day, hour by hour, Let's build up our dream destination.
Patience, one of my less desirable traits. Why is it we have to wait? Life is too short not to go after what we want. If we stop dreaming and moving forward the past will come to haunt. There are just so many wonderful adventures out there for us to discover. That's the exciting part, all the surprises there is to uncover. No matter how trivial you think a dream may be. It's not; to dream is to be free!
My dream is simple, it's to become you. Banishing this fate, a mental state renewed. I won't send the baggage, that is clinging to my soul. I'll carry on the tradition, of being out of control. My dream is not complex, Alas! It's attainable indeed. A mind free from chaos, is all I actually need. Even if it's for a week, so I can see the other side. Of a purified mental status, not this mania which resides. Facing the endless obstacles, may seem a bit extreme. But not for me my sane one, for all I have is dreams…...
From There To Here Sometimes in dreams my youth returns with visions from my past Cascading stream of memories I watch until the last The rebel from so long ago reminds me of my loss The things I used to cherish most and what ambitions cost In moments when my friends arrived my heart would leap within The faces from so long ago and what we could have been We'd sing the ballads of the day and dance to Carry On While love was coming to us all in time it all was gone How did I get from there to here? Why did my values change? If I could now go back in time so much I'd rearrange
I try to find arms to climb from this hole Feeling quite trapped, like a fish in a bowl. Swimming in circles in waters of doubt There doesn't seem to be any way out. With each dream that dies another is born The fabric of life appears tattered and torn. Life becomes a circle no beginning or end Nothing returns from the intentions I send. If I close my eyes will it all disappear? Will I survive or surrender to fear? I dream and it seems colors return Meanwhile my life, bridges still burn. I awake in the morning to a blinding light Happy to escape the demons of night. I wonder if only I had some more time But it disappears like the scene of a crime. Life does come but then slips away Somehow tomorrow becomes today. I try to grab hold but it slips through my fingers I start once again only memories linger. I see this circle that still spins around Like the universe to which I'm bound. Each revolution provides one more chance The view becomes different upon second glance.
Corridors with wall sized windows are always places of rummage Where copper candlesticks glisten and Wood is polished by dirt particles from strenuous journeys. Everything emits faint smells of Brandy and vermouth - the sweat of great silver haired storytellers. Glasses flood downwards staining tabletops and armchair sides: Musings of grey, wrinkled Gods pondering over 50 year vendettas and century long betrayals. Hardwood floors creak and crack with the footsteps of ghosts: Generals, grandmothers, and cousins in love. Luminous forms of dust reveal nothing and everything, Cycling unto itself over and over again.
1. A path leads, to where wild grass grows, sashaying in the summer breeze. 2. Along the path, lightness settles within, feeling the grass, swooning, tickling ankles, swaying to the lilting bird-song, in a dance of intimate abandon, brushing the remnants of pain away. 3. Melodies float across fields of green, delicately caressing my heart, teasing emptiness to flee, comforting the mind, to silently be. 4. Walking on, savouring the peace, a momentary respite, from the burdens of the now, all is quiet, a stillness cradling fractured emotions, the grass in the fields sway, dusk descends, shadows lengthen, nudging dimming light to take leave, of the day
We can be strong; Time to stand tall. With God, we have it all 'Cause there's no room to fall.
Lay down beside me Let's break these picture frames and roll around in the glass until our bodies are as bloody as our history We'll burn our souls inside the knots of your bedpost and sing our burdens away until they become candle lit shadows Lay down beside me in this bed of depression- springs our Resurrection We'll make our screams become Gods and chase the sun out of the sky so the only light I can see is the cherry of your cigarette burning straight into me You were always so much more dazzling in the darkness And I need someone to tell me whose blood this really is. Lay down beside me -James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.
All alone, I stand in the crowd. All aground, I travel the oceans. All adrift, I'm stuck in the bog. All afresh, I'm back in the stale memories of a wasted past. All aflame, I freeze in the cold recesses of my soul. All afloat, I founder in the green depths of the still lake. All accursed, I stand blessed in the temple within. All asunder, I huddle deep into myself. All asleep, I wake to legions of false shadows. All aglow, I blunder amongst the empty darkness. All aflight, I crash into the dense undergrowth of the deep woods beneath. All across, I turn back and see myself back where I began.
Lost between Heaven and Hell, battlements of my spirit and mind, Raptures me into the new day, but delivers me in the darkness of night. I argue within my mind, that shall wither it blind, randomly I search for the meaning that enhances the light. I wander through the ailment that haunts me so. Small amounts of peace keep me driving onward, though I feel no glow. In-between both I am haunted with one sight, Glimpse of the dream I hold so dear, with massive amounts of fear, my menacing fantasy keeps me on my fight. Each week that passes seems as everyone that fell before. My soul knows my end is of a different kind, knowing the sin that I carry each night and the penance that I must endure. My destiny is not what I see, But is what I deeply ignore. Lost between Heaven and Hell, My soul cannot sell, this torment, I speak is a different form I break, Not just any ordinary sin, I have no-where to begin. No end to reach, my darkness seeks light, though there is no realization to teach. I am haunted by the past that lonely night that seizes, though it pleases me ,but no other can live in the desire that I speak here and now, Others have traveled this road without any dark temptation, though I would lose all interpretation, with great litigation. Lost now and forever my dream, forgotten almost it may seem. Distant calls engorge my thoughts, memories chase my spirit, and lust envelops my soul, into the realm betwixt Heaven and Hell. My dream I shall bury, my destiny, I shall marry within my mind and spirit. These darkened nights shall grab the bright days down into the mishap of grace. I will council each cheerful day and plant a smile on my face. However, the agony shall drive my heart to a stainless hollowness of discomfort my continued dream shall live on and inhabit this shell. This shell someday shall wither away; there will be nothing left to tell. Written for Sponsor Catie Lindsey Contest Name Dark Prose
my logic is circles fragmented thoughts become rounder french painters judge your symbolic statement you freely seek God but deliver us temptation you request interpretation is healthy, even pleasurable attraction leads you from tragedy to where you start reclaiming super powers you say adolescence and feel off-limits your innocence possessed wild love songs of nature you heard so vividly intense dreams fooled by social masks darkness is to drink quietly blackness and bright lights are a mystery of unknowns empty silence can recharge you question the impressionist evaluation is a big old mess pursue inspiration by hunting goals urban dictionary is absolutely genuine sins are just voyages across hundreds of remote landscapes kiss those who helped you and compose crazy love letters paradise is a vulgar vision for those who fish in perspective fate can't fix the big old mess remember?
WET DREAMS I know not why your love's evading me, nor what to do, so that your heart can see, that passion grows no matter what I do, and makes my heart to keep on loving you, though all it's brought is pure insanity. In dreams I've wept, but kept on loving you, and tears, they flowed, no matter what I do, I tried to take my burning love in hand but it's a thing my heart can't understand, and sleep won't tell what love is coming to. If I could dream the dream both night and day, I'd spend my life just sleeping where I lay, and waking from the dream in burning sweat, I lie content, and feel my hand is wet, from love you've given me, in your own way.
Each night you dream in fours or fives or more, hundreds of dreams a month, thousands of dreams a year. Yet you know you've dreamt but a few, and can scarcely remember those-- where then are the unknown dreams? Are they hiding in a special place within your unconscious, that vast part of mind lying iceberg-like beneath the waves of the knowing world? Are those dreams that came alive only in the dark side of your mind still there, waiting patiently to be known by your sleeping soul when it awakens in the real world? I have lived long enough to have made over 100,000 of these little home movies-- will I ever get to see them again.
A smile in a thought of a "forever" like this. A dream from a star's one wish. A love of a life from a fairy tale one told To a child with an imagination worth a whole pot of gold. Can you really put a value to something like this? Like that feeling you get from your last first kiss? Or the dreams that come true from a shooting star's wish? There's no value worth more than all this. A song from a night from a heart's first glance. A sway from a dress from a love's first dance. A rose from a thorn from a child's freedom. A ring from a night from a tear from one. Can you really put a value to a moment like this? To a second in time so carefree as this? To a heartbeat caused by pure peace and bliss? To a child's eye lit by a shooting star and a wish? Could you tell me what it's worth? Or could you tell me which came first? Was it hope for a future unknown, Or happiness from the love that's shown? Was it a dream from a fairy tale, Or optimism after every fail? Because the child that I've never seen Is one without a single dream. So tell me, Can you really put a value to this? To a first kiss? A child's wish? Pure bliss? To this? To this moment looking into your eyes? To a fairy tale defined By you and I.
She. She, remains just out of focus, an elusive portrait, etched in the corner of the mind's eye. she, sometimes strays into view, a blurred mirage, of burnished words cast in indelible dye. she, steals fragments of each day, a welcome thief, of emotions left in some dusty space. she, scatters my poems in the breeze, an invited spell, that vanishes into the wind without a trace. she, renders me mute and so often blind, the wild dreamer, a seeder of impossible thoughts in the mind. she, brings the elements of nature to me, a gentle healer, she unfolds my thoughts setting them free. she, comes and goes as she chooses, an untamed spirit, soothing the very place that she bruises. she, rouses me in nights of empty slumber, a murmured breath, brushing my cheeks with kisses too many to number. she, remains to me the enigmatic one, a burning riddle, yet she stays with me as each torturous day is done. she, my heart knows not why she stays, my consistent constant, filling up my nights and consoling my days. she, deserves so much more from fate, the truest soul, she loves too much and knows not how to hate. she, arrives again tonight as I lie awake, a thoughtful shield, my coat of armour in a world far too fake. she, stays with me and within me stays still, the true one, and to dwell deep in my soul is where she always will. she, from whose cup I have so greedily drank, a giver of life, I have not the words with which to her wholly thank. she, knows how desolate a world this can be, my sustainer of hope, and of life and of breath is what she will always be.
The morning after Is there any reality ?, or is it just another dream ? Four AM and I awake from a dream. That dream tells a story, is that story a truth ?, - The truth that came to light, Valentine's night. I came to visit with you - your girlfriend is there – Our words are brief – you want to leave – walk out the door. Your friend and I remain behind – your choice. Your girlfriend begins to tell me that you are involved – In fact - you have been involved for a long time – I have been nothing more then a filler for your empty hours. I awake with this pain in my heart and a knowledge of. WHAT ??? Monika : February 15th 2007 Four AM ,pen in hand, words begin to flow. You are a beautiful Lady, I would love to know. My heart ache, bleeds for you- I show you the tears that run wild, through my veins until knowledge of, absorbs, and all that remains are holographic shards, memories ( good or bad ) of the pains I have had to endure - your words where " be patient ", " be this, be that, be the other ". My soul's spirit, you did smother. Implication ?, my dream realized. but these all seem to be more transient. and my life's journey, compromised. In all honest Monika, - I think – never from you will come the passion, the closeness, the affection, the love, a desire for – all these things I desire to give and to live, I so wish to know. I feel that I am nothing more - for you – then a gift – the gift of Christmas love ( black and red lovers twist ). A block of wood, carved into – inanimate – lovers entwined in each other, a passionate kiss that you see as a musical symbol. An item to be placed upon a shelf – looked at, but never touched - symbolically, spiritually or as a mentor to bring out of you – life, alive. As always Monika, I am conflicted - living with uncertainty, Always in doubt about where I stand and what I mean to you . B. J. "A" 2 February 15th 2007
i want to be angry at him, at her, at the world i want to be happy for him, for her, for the world i want to scream at him, at her, at the world and yet nobody likes me not him, because of her, she's his world
Sonnet. I touched upon a dream perfectly chorographic as a ballet troupe of sardines avoiding predators. A dance where no one applauds and everyone is a loser, sad except for the mysterious beauty of shimmering silver in a bottle- green ocean. I touched upon a dream sparkling as fizzy wine bobbles clung to cool glass disappearing with plop- a momentarily rush of happiness- murmour of voices; then the wine was still, yet for a second the of mysterious wonder is remembered. I touched upon a dream cold as a winter forest, blue, frosty mist wrapped around trees; layers of snow on the lake of recollection, but one day a mysterious flash; and all will be remembered.
I tried to see what life would be like on the other side of the mirror I knocked on the glass for days, but no one ever let me in Cracking, finally, the reflecting world showed me the truth That it's just like the one I'm in; it only makes you bleed in the end I only close my eyes To find something worth looking at I can only hear your voice When I'm screaming into the wall I only think on you When the cynical inspiration dissipates And sometimes only the freezing cold Is all that reminds me I can still feel Living this perfect life, dream lover, dream house, dream happiness Take for granted the gift, not accepting your needy independence Lust, greed, emotional gluttony; everything you've ever wanted It's only thanks to me, I created the twist in your soul, I made you who you are I only close my eyes To find something worth looking at I can only hear your voice When I'm screaming into the wall I only think on you When the cynical inspiration dissipates And sometimes only the freezing cold Can remind you that you can still feel Taken by the presence of an all too familiar enemy This man staring from the corner; he never leaves, never leaves me Gentle whispers of deception takes hold and only tightens Painful sobriety renders me vulnerable and helpless He only laughs as I pray to God to save me I only close my eyes To find something worth looking at I can only hear your voice When I'm screaming into the wall I only think on you When the cynical inspiration dissipates And sometimes only the freezing cold Can remind you that you can still feel Stare into a face, frozen for eternity Never aging, never moving, never leaving; its world merely fades to white Longing to go back, wishing to be, nothing humors the hope Not tears, prayers, nor blood can bring them back Trapped behind wood and glass; imprisoned in this photograph I only close my eyes To find something worth looking at I can only hear your voice When I'm screaming into the wall I only think on you When the cynical inspiration dissipates And sometimes only the freezing cold Can tell me that I can still feel
NEXT STOP : DUBLIN Glad to leave the stonefaced Russian labyrinth of passports small And stamped documents for every footfall A bureaucrat's wet dream - checking each other's bureaucracies No walking on grass, no stepping over invisible fences, No original thinking, no whistling indoors please. Engines start to turn and whistle and whine Soon be back in old school for a while, unmissed, decadent Teachers like old Rogers, often boozed-up in class, or that arrogant * Upstart McCabe, getting high on his minority skills, his sacred Irish language. ( Mustn't say Irish, say Gaeilge.) Important to an ant or midge. I have met them at close of day, coming with vivid faces ** Flushed with the triumph of outdated, set-in-stone values Elation gets them higher than smoky inhalation Their dreamland is a small island, a Gaeilge nation. I dream of stepping from frying pan to fire And life begins to seem a hoax And tiny ants seem large as folks Their fragile egos higher float with every puff Tiny magic dragons never seem to get enough And from their caves they need a coax East is east, and west is best - but in the final analysis Maybe not enough in either one to miss And the caves are filled with fragile ants Afraid to be seen with ants in their pants. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOTES *These are of course fictitious names. **This is the opening line from W. B. Yeats' poem EASTER 1916. Yeats is probably one of the 20th century's finest poets in the English language.
So while I dream of rainbow Neferiti And gummy bear Akhenaten her fingers Make love to the skin on my back oh Eternal slumber be my lover conceive My offspring on sheets of broken Glass run for the demon in me Has risen his lips pursed in a Wry smile my eyes a dark sky Mistake not these tears for Rain but shelter as I salivate: Yes I can love you but I will Break you if you stay a wilted Flower I shall decorate my table To feast on your desires overflow My chalice with your happiness and Drink it gladly this insatiable thirst Drives me to you when I dream I do not Love when I dream I LUST...
My dreams speak to me in This strange tongue asking Questions I wish I'd dream the Answers to I wish I knew how Time could spin this way tell me Why it's like this and I miss you Even more when I see that empty Spot where your shoes should be When I feel this empty spot where My heart should be it's no longer There these things my dreams tell Me to say like I knew I missed you Before I even met you how did my Dreams know to love you before I Ever knew your pain I'm here to Soothe your past hurts yesterday's Flirts with danger I'm the man you'll Call stranger cause I want you to feel Things you've never felt so good before Me just let me un-break your butterfly Wings let me love you with rings around Saturn let me kiss you with his lips the Man in the moon's he scribes your name In star dust and comet tails he wrote you This poem with sunshine and storms of Hail your forever I beg to take that Punishment day long absences for moments Tick to and from your morning face I just Had this dream now it replays again tonight I heard your voice my dreams speak to me
Being Near It is impossible to say what Feeling is Stronger Attraction Nervousness Paranoia Or just wanting to wrap thou in an embrace for all the comfort that wants to be shown unto thee This meager attraction that has sprouted dwindles by what you see in another This case seems to be always present throughout these experiences A sheer passing of Anxiety courses through when near this conduit of feeling Of course, even at the Genesis of these feelings it was known what they were Now, it just grows and threatens to burst at the seams Ever expanding with every passing memory, Every possible moment that could take place between the two Every Glance in this dangerous direction The Memories How they haunt and stretch the Hopeful side Leading to a fantasy that cannot take root in reality Even if the seed has been planted The Watering will never occur by both In the same degree, The Paranoia is perhaps a more pressing matter Leaving this dreamer to wonder if their feelings are right in their place Or just a calamity that is sure to follow these rushing tides of sensations When your eyes are averted in a more hopeful and dreamy direction When a more realistic approach is so near Alas, I find myself in a pattern Something that has become most vexing This newfound desire seems much more realistic than the last few Although, saying that fuels a Hope that should not have, perhaps, ever been allowed to be conceived However, With the progression of things these past few moons That possibility of Hope growing is Becoming More And More Inevitable With it, comes an even greater chance of Despair That has ever been known By this poor stricken soul... Constructive Criticism is welcomed for this, as well as suggestions that might want to be made. Please and thank you!(:
In a dark room I hide my face, my shame I know they hate me I know I am different I have fangs and crave blood but that doesn't make me a monster they can't see that though... all they see is a blood crazy fiend that's not what I am so ill go somewhere else somewhere new where they don't even know what a human is I close my eyes and dream I dream away my life... I can feel my physical body decay many moons have passed though it feels like only a moment and now I'm on a whole different plain of existence my body is different than any you have ever seen or even thought to dream of it's just the same but in a whole new place where limits are long gone and humans are forgotten humans died many years ago... wiped out by their own selfish wants but this new world is crisp and clean it is fresh and young here I am equal I am 'normal' no one runs or is in fear in fact many wish to be me and I let them... this in my new beginning here I rule here I am all that matters here I am loved... this is my new beginning
The Dream. It is bigger than me. It has to be, So that I may see Where I am going And where I have been And what I must do To dream again. The Vision. It is far and near; Not fully defined, But very clear. Just out of reach; Within my grasp. I must look to the future, Not stay in the past. The Gift. It is my reward for living, For moving forward, Taking and giving. Keep my eyes on my goals. Make it a habit. The dream is mine. I will have it!
Day's dream differs known Night's one colorful and flown Dream has no meaning
I often wonder, In those fragile moments between dream and waking, If what I know of good, And what I I know of evil are what creates the complexity that is me. Do the two intertwine, Compacted together so they form some semblance of normality? Or if they are opposing forces, Neither winning in a battle of dominance over my psyche. The later of these two appears to be the case, Because I'm always the same, But so very different after each and every passing moment. Peering inside myself, I imagine that this is what I would see: I can be shallow as a puddle, Growing ever smaller under the summer sun. Or deep as an ocean trench, Teeming with mystery. I can be childish as a girl on her first day of school, At first too scared to let go of her mother, And then off making friends with everyone nearby. Or I can be wise as the old woman, Seeing so much more of the world in seconds, Knowing every secret at a glance. I can be smooth and cold as marble, Indifferent and never yielding. Or rough as the bark of a sun bathed oak, Showing all that I have openly. I can be harsh as a blizzard, Searing with my very touch. Or gentle as a spring breeze, Playfully whistling in your ear. I can be sorrowful as a summer monsoon, Raining torrents until no more will come forth, Or cheering as a spring rain that leaves a rainbow in its wake. Of devil or angel, I choose neither. Both deny themselves the freedom I hold so dear. The ability to choose between kind or cruel, Gentle or harsh, Raging or comforting, And most of all, Between hate or love. I am me, No one else, And all the warring elements that make me are the most ugly, And beautiful things in the world. All these and so much more are who I am, Who I can be, And what I long for myself to grow into. But, As all things must someday, These thoughts drift away, Lost once again inside me. Fading as the night does once it reaches dawn, For I am in that space between dream and waking no longer. Instead, I find myself seated in Biology, With my teacher shooting daggers from her eyes, Asking pointedly if my nap had been restful enough. And I say how sorry I am, Scrambling to answer her, Working fervently until she turns away. Then and only then, I smile., For somewhere in between heart and mind, All those things still exist. Waiting until I can wonder again, To find them in that space, Both singular and vast. Ever searching for the thing that one calls a soul.
So finally the book is done You'd think I had some time for fun The query letters have been sent There's some cash left to pay the rent The mail man comes by every day He waves to me and goes away You grab the letters stacked inside At this point you've got no pride Ads and bills are all that's there Do the agents really care? How the hell do you get fame? If no one really knows your name Do you try and make a pitch? Will that really make you rich? And who the hell will pay the bill? If nothing's left inside your till So do I just go back and write? Is this not a losing fight? Can't cut corners anymore Need my nickels for the store For fame I'll have to wait awhile While pushing burgers with a smile No need to feel both sad and sour Hey! My pay's ten bucks an hour!
Blooming Flowers, Beating heart Touch of love, unknown touch Seeking eyes, for unseen looks Smiles of warmth, warming smiles Blooming flowers, love is growing Showing without knowing, knowing what to show Yearning for unity, union is dreampt Reaching out forbidden, natural outreach given Blooming Flowers, blossom together
It comes on so fast like a torid rain These feelings of weakness and unforgiving pain To keep them at bay, what can one do Someone give me an answer, or just a clue Sit and stare, and just stay out of the way Too many questions, the familiar:are you okay? Inside, my heart continues to tear The constant reminder that nobody will care Breathe in and breathe out, it appears okay It's night time now, made it through the day Sleep comes hard, the thoughts are way too much Racing and streaming the mind seems out of touch Inside, my heart continues to tear The constant reminder that few will care Waking up for another great morning Not being able to hide, there's little warning The flood of feelings pour from within When will this end, so my life can begin A life of no pain, or just no saddness Who can help to stop the maddness Inside, my heart continues to tear Surely there's someone who'll care
Flashlights beaming through the midnight hour A flash of lightening and burning fire My mind is ripe With thoughts for the picking Shifting to & fro Finding it hard to let go Memories revisited Friends forgotten Picking through misconceived notions While listening to the ticking of my heart I unravel & come apart Don't dare to try & figure me out I am a jester A man with a thousand faces Always feeling out of place I pace myself for scrutiny The alarm screams As I awaken from introspection.
Down the tree of Dreams Giving in from too much pain this is the peak this is calamity We let go as we fall into our oblivion Weightless we seem now as we stretch our arms like wings Falling into the cataclysm from our Echelon For so long now we have hung by the branches of delirium Waiting for our clinched hands to release Its thorns scratch at our skin marring the thread of our dreams The folding hands of time leave their crease As we climb down branch to branch from delirium to paranoia We see the clamoring of ideas and feelings They clank and break down the well built walls of the womb Devouring dreams of broken memories ever reeling Distrust you must climb your branches up to delirium While in linger of paranoia your poison flows Already set in your path up the tree of madness a revolution While sanity presses on your reason slows Content at the base lying within its shadow of recognition A twinkle of the eye within an intimate stream Walking the Elysian Fields looking for answers from within In the glaring horizon stands the tree of dreams As we stand ready to climb Drakavai2010
She lies, quietly reclining, Her flitting eyes Beneath porcelain lids the only sign of life, Save for slight rise and fall of maiden breast. But in her dream . . . She soars beyond her narrow, provincial world Where tales recorded in approved books Are her only adventures. Moonbeams beckon, Luminous trails of stardust swirl Gilding the fluid pathway of her flight. She wanders aloft, observing narrow streets, Foreign to her wide and planted avenues Where one walks protected, shielded From the rough venues of common life; There dwell The weak, the halt, the maimed, the depraved, Those whom poverty and cruelty have crushed Beneath ponderous feet abuse and hurt cleated, Seeing an encapsulated view captured by inner eyes That sense her privileged world Has lost step with humanity. Courage is conceived; resolve is awakened: A Florence Nightingale is born. May 16, 2014
For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. You had a dream of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingled like rainbows they silenced you, but your voice resounds now in those pastures not yet of peace and your dream is still a dream the dream you dreamt while others slept you said that you'd been to the mountain-top and they silenced your voice just then before your eyes saw that promised land of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures not yet of peace and yes, they silenced your voice but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart your spirit, like your dream is mingled with the wind in all those pastures not yet of peace and until we give life to your dream those pasture of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows shall remain simply your dream so as we remember you today and pledge that those pastures of peace are nourished first in each of us for only then will your dream will take root and blossom into our shared dream and the view from the mountain-top, radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
Dreams in slow motion, Dancing in the lead; Have you lost control... Of the long planted seed? Growing out of refuge... The flowers in your mind; Will you draw me a picture... Of all that is undefined? Draw them curtained; Masked in the finest drape, For reality needs not... To find an escape; But to see truth... Behind these wall flowers; Reveal to us... The power of all powers... For dreams bare nothing, But hopes unknown; While man seeks greatness, To be written in stone. In a day of souls for sale, May you dream me perfection? I have not a single hope, Scaled in every direction... Please rest young dreamer, For we are all the same... Tied to a faction, Behind dreams that never came. For your drawings mean nothing; When we're all blind... A sad proclamation... But it's how we're designed. This is but a moment, In the poor dreamer's brain. So don't forget the ending, As we're inching down the drain. Draw me a picture... Telling our future's tale; And he threw me a dollar, Screaming our future's for sale... Before I knew it he'd left; Running away screaming in his depart. Who would've thought... That a dreamer's dreams could tear 'em apart? Beep... Beep... Beep... And my eyes, I've just opened... Shutting off the stupid alarm clock, Realizing the dream that just happened... The reality of it all... Trying to put two and two together; An idea by which to relate, And changed my mind forever... That we could all be dreamers, Caught up in our own dream; Subject to our curtains, But never as we seem.
Reality wasn't what I saw when faced with challenges greater than I could imagine, and to deny truth I made up excuses to hide from all; ah! Who was the real loser? All I had to do was reach out, and not fear the outcome but my sight was blocked by a thick blindfold, I was the typical blind man struggling on a cane led by a dog, not pitying myself...I assumed it was utter fate! As a bright child with an innovative vision, I had different dreams, many plans to raise above others and be praised; and dreaming, I was compelled to deny truth, transforming myself into someone relying on hope, rather than faith! O eyes that once beheld glory, your sky was radiant as spring... when lovely days led to quite, serene nights! O heart that was amazed by the grandeur of creation, nothing was more gratifying than that sublime moment! Today that veil preventing light from shining, has been lifted to unfold a treasure without gold, that treasure wealthy men don't own; no riches can be compared to this wisdom learned with patience...is there a need to deny truth?
My words always seem to find a new home. The journey is easier when you're not alone. People reach out to lend a helping hand. Help me to realize, just who I am. The days pass and I move down the road Over the rainbow may be that pot of gold. First I must dream for them to come true. What you become becomes a part of you. As the day goes I slip into night. The moon and stars are now in sight. They are like beacons to guide me from dark. The dogs bite remain much worse than it bark. I just close my eyes I am almost there. I seem to remember I just need to care. Whenever I slip I raise myself up. When I have thirst I drink of life's cup. Soon the sun rises brings forth this new day. Maybe the dream shall come true today? As it shines down it warms the ground. I look with surprise at the new life I found. Every day is different though seems the same'. I step up to the mark because it is my name. I don't know the future or where I am bound. I learn to embrace this new life I found.
The dreams of anger Wake me in frustration Though it was not real I feel it was revelation Based on a true story Situations that I've seen A familiar undertone That really bothers me My eyelids flipped open As I awoke from the dream Ready to unleash my anger I had to calm down and breathe Breathe easy relax It's not real it didn't happen But it feels real to me Because to me it happens
I cast my eyes deep down Inside of myself; I stayed there for hours. Labyrinthine corridors, I walked with apprehension; believing my inner child might try to defend itself. I entered; not to change her but, to help her heal. Both of us facing the past together; I felt, was best. Individuation is a process, not to be taken lightly; with each successful communing; wisdom is achieved. Moving forward, we stand strong; moving forward, we face the past; moving forward, we conquer fears; moving forward, we achieve. To the inner child, we look like the other cruel adults. To convince otherwise; we must perform our own soul surgery with, psychological anesthesia. Too little administered, she walks away; too much, she is defensive. Like every other yin/yang in life; middle ground is a meal for everyone to, eat in peace and harmony. I went inside with my tool box; Curious inner child and I built a bridge together; Everyone enjoyed the reunion.
Wandering through the wilderness of my mind Thoughts circulate like ripples across a stream, As time liberates beloved, cherished memories Mysteries unsolvable, showcase wonderments Adrift in rhapsodic rhythms of a lover's dream, A river of illusory rainbows soundless melodies Like cascading waterfalls twinkling in sunlight, My special rememberings, sail beyond the stars Starry-eyed imaginings, ephemeral visitations Recollecting the heartstrings of life in the night, A bystander to my soul's impermanent odyssey O'er a lifetime yearning, forever standing still, Journeying thru waves of tormented dreamings Happenstance's tempest-swept, jaded plaything Often dispirited and care-laden against my will, Tis a wonder life's wild-eyed dream continues For this lowly heart at the crossroads doth jest, Midst a whirlwind of angst, waiting to exhale In darkness happens rescue, a serenade of light Along mystic highways forever hoping to rest, In an ocean of galaxies this aweary spirit soars Like the moon majestically agleam in the night, Against life's monolithic challenges hope rises As rivers of living waters celebrated daydreams Jubilantly and blissfully dance in the starlight. © Eugene Harvey
Wouldn't it be weird if when you woke up this morning you were twenty years younger and you realized that the past twenty years of your life was really just a dream? If that happened to you what would you do? Would you want your dream to come true? Or, would you change a thing or two? When reflecting on your dream would you be disappointed with how things turned out? Would you have wanted the you in your dream to have made different decisions or followed a different path? Perhaps, to those people who died in your dream, you would have wished you were a little bit nicer; or spent a little more time with them; or taken the time to tell them how much they mean to you. Well, the fact of the matter is the past twenty years of your life were not just a dream and you cannot relive those years and do things differently. But, you do control the next twenty years of your future dream. If you wished you would have been nicer start being nice today. If you wished you had spent more time with your children I am sure, even as adults, they would welcome spending time with you now. If you wished you had read more pick up a book. In the years that are ahead you can say, "I love you", to those not yet dead. If you wished you had achieved more it is not too late today. If you wished you would have been more charitable the needs are still there to be met. If you wished you would have written more letters you can start by writing one to me. No, those last twenty years were not a dream, but you are now living the dream of what comes next. Learn from the lessons of your yesterdays and don't wake up tomorrow, wishing things were different … instead … make them different. And now, as I bring this poem to an end I hope for you a new dream can begin.
One night, I heard a creaking sound, Opened my eyes- nothing was found. But I felt dizzy the next day; Something had been taken away. I got up, sat to have some toast, Daydream about all I love most; I tried to dream with all my might But realized something wasn't right. No dreams would come into my head, My dream ability was DEAD. I told my friend about my plight, And the strange creaking in the night. He shook his head with great dismay, 'The Dream-Snatcher's been round your way.' 'The Dream-Snatcher? Not heard of him!' 'Prepare for a story most grim. He has no shape, cannot be seen And does something so very mean, Creeps in at night, and through your ear, Sucks out your dreams, and blows in FEAR! You then can't dream when you've awaken, With no clue of what's been taken. Instead of dreams, you're left with DOUBT, Once that's in, it's hard to get out!' 'What do I do?' I cried in shock, 'How do I stop this dreaming block?' My friend replied 'We must begin By not allowing doubt to WIN. In order to keep him at bay, You must shout "DOUBT! Please go away! I want to dream! I want to hope! I believe there is an endless scope To what I can do and achieve, All I have to do is BELIEVE!"'. I copied this, with one last shout: 'NO ROOM FOR YOU IN MY LIFE, DOUBT!' 'Good' said my friend, 'now tell me WHY You can now bid this doubt goodbye.' 'Because I'm ambitious and smart, Because I have an honest heart, There's nothing standing in my way, I have one life- let's seize the day!' I felt a tingle in my brain And in my heart- was I insane? My friend said 'By your flushed red cheek I see DOUBT's started to feel weak!' 'But,' I said, 'what if I fail?' 'FAIL's a word you EXHALE Out of your head, out of your life, Believing that word ends in strife. Passion and the will to succeed Are the two things in life you need.' My heart began to tingle more In a way it hadn't before, 'Wow!' said my friend, 'look at your face! It's red! It's smiling! Now there's space Where doubt once was, for DREAMS instead! Dream away, pretty, fill your head!' If a Dream-Snatcher comes tonight To snatch your hopes right out of sight, There's a friend who sometimes seems shy But when you need him, is close-by, called CONFIDENCE- Conny for short, I'll leave you with this final thought- Dream BIG, dream with limitless height- Meet that Dream-Snatcher with a fight When he comes for your dreams tonight.
Savage lies, mercilessly spoken, battering emotions, a heart exposed, nakedly open, companionship was all that was sought, not blue-chip bonds, hastily sold and bought. The bonds I sought were simple, peaceful nights, scribbling verse in unseen black, delicately caressing words of love, my fingers tracing poems, over the contours of your soft back. It saddens me to say, my thoughts were dreamed in vain, and it grieves me see, the ashes of our love, floating down the streets we walked, scattered in the rivulets of this night's pouring rain. Alone I scribble this paltry verse, the darkest of nights, in the midst of howling storms, and though I may heal some day, the memory of the ashes of our love, floating down the streets we once walked, shall remain buried deep, until my dying day
I placed a stone for you..... in my stream For, you are part of this dream You are part of me too Tumbling stream Tumbling dream I placed a stone for you... in the tumbling stream I saw this in my dream This stone for you I placed next to mine so The tumbling stream Tinkling water flow Tumbling stream Tumbling dream I placed a stone for you.... In my stream I flow around too..... in my dream Sun filtering through Tinkling water so Touching me too Bright water flow Tumbling dream Tumbling stream This magical force This bright water course Gold touching silver too This sun filtering through In my dream I placed a stone for you.... by my tumbling stream
Some say I write the truth. They say if I sell my work my bankroll would skyrocket to the roof. I say writing is just an everyday thing for me. It's not a job; it's more like a dream for me . I do it out of feeling, I do it for fun. I know when I have a child my gift is going to be pass down to my son. I'll tell him everything starts out as a dream. All it takes is one dream it seems. To make a poet all it takes is one pen. To start a book all it takes is one page. But to make a great poet it starts out as a dream it seems. I know what you're saying, what do all this mean? To be a writer like me it takes one pen, one page, one dream.
The limitations slither over, around In the gravity and measurements The slope of my breasts Pores sheening like rosy suns And my brain, the quantum guide The source of my vector Allowing me no more room than the universe As I sense that it is all mine But I am nothing I belong to the whole of civilization But so do they, to me
As nightfalls come to fruition Leaving room of conditions For dreams to strive And before dawn breaks Memory ceases to create So to mediate Our corporal world Into transient capacities Of unborn fallacies To mitigate now's journey Into sanctuaries bearing All fruits of now's nativity In proximity to the ability Of mystical remnants Encompassing clear disordinance When no clue of commandant has risen To prove indifference To whom No one, not here, not now As priors fall apart In the discard of somber triumphs Where cyclical is met first hand Unlike tombs Where nothing is apparent And the rest relies on wonder -Salvador Martinez
The sunset quivers on memory's sea. Reminiscence dreams of you and me. Mellow tones in golden hues jazzing the steps with hidden clues. Reflections move in quavering depth. Dreaming for me is a forward step; There's room in this boat, now, for more than we. You've become the memory of how it should be With true love a reflection, ever following me I'll launch from this shore into life's sea. © Debra Squyres 01/31/14
As I sit here tonight, Like so many nights before I realize that behind me now You will soon walk through the door So many nights I've sat alone And in my heart I would debate Because there was no one coming home And no reason for me to wait But tonight, I wait for you to come When you finally make it here When your working day is done And I can once again feel you near Perhaps I haven't told you But I think that you should know As much as I hate when you leave I love it when you make it home And there you are, I hear the door And I turn as you walk in And every time I see you there I feel those butterflies again You come to me, with a kiss And ask, "How was your night?" I am thinking inside me "Now that you're here, it's all right." Though I forget at times to say How important to me you are I hope you truly understand That I love you with all my heart Because as I sit here in my chair And my back is turned to you I wipe away a silent tear Because you are my dream come true So if sometimes I seem distant And you wonder why I cry Know that you've done nothing wrong It's just the pain I hold inside Because I do not feel worthy Of the love you give so freely And I wonder how I would survive If you ever were to leave me I know this isn't what you pictured When you came to give your love And I regret so much that's happened And often feel I'm not good enough You aren't what makes me feel this way I just want so much for you And inside the reason for my tears Is that I'm not your dream come true But you should know that deep inside There is so much love I hold And at times it overwhelms me I wish I could let it show But until I can find my strength again And can share these words so true I hope you truly understand I am so in love with you
hindsight if only clearer in my future my present still sitting here upon weathered rock warmed by years of summers sun only now can I give reflection to the tree that sways in the breeze ebbing and flowing in the wind of my thoughts past memories a boy with a dream and desire following the rising sun and daring to imagine something outside of his world his preordained future a goal not granted a thought riding on the coattails of a samurai's dressings a moment to be more than himself before fate crashes the dream onto a rock of reality and a broken man sits down beside a stream reflecting upon a weathered rock
I once dreamed of being loved when i could give love and have in return but this fragile thing is just a dream and so i let it burn I once dreamed that i was someone i had a name and lived in a better place but this fantasy was fragile still and so i had to show my real face Behind the mask I clung to a dream a dream that faded in fire and pain my fragile dream is lying broken on the floor and never again will i ever be the same No more smiles and naive bliss tragedy of reality had given me its loveless kiss no longer hiding in a dream of friends and family care this fragile thing i once had dreamed has become the inescapable haunting of a never-ending nightmare
Sometimes life seems like rough a road And successes are so very few But sometimes were guilty of looking a head We take our eyes off the present view We can't see the future that awaits us But we can hold on what we have now And once we learn to appreciate that The future will find its way to us some how I don't have a masters or collage degree In fact I never been to school since age seven But I educate my self with everyday life Like respect, sharing, honestly and giving And knowledge that I have come to possess It helps me in my poems and story telling And I know I make a lot of mistakes For I was never good when comes to spelling It don't matter the level of our educations It's the kindness and respect that will follow you Every one of us possesses great powers To help others dreams come true A little act of caring shown to the needy Can pave a road that leads to prosperity And if our kindness can change their lives Isn't that using our knowledge to help humanity? And while we all hope for a future so bright It will not be wise to let the present slip away For we will never find that dream tomorrow If we don't wake our self's today I have never ask for much out of this life But one day god sends the girl I dream of And she became my present, and my future My wife, the mother of our child, the keeper of my love And I remember me father saying to me God sees all, and will reward us for what we do And if he was here today, he would have been so Proud of having a daughter in law like you There's so many dreams floating around us For every one dance to a different music So don't look to a future that you can't see Because by doing that you might have just miss it The word respect means the most to me It's the most powerful word of them all For if we don't have respect with us Then we don't have any knowledge all
Distantly dreaming of a life that has passed Running and dodging the shadows it cast. Life flies by, seems it moves way too fast I hope this feeling grows and that it shall last. Distantly dreaming of moments yet to come I envision myself outside standing in the sun. I see who I am and dream of who I shall become The weight on my shoulders, it feels like a ton. Distantly dreaming I just close my eyes I see myself flying so high in the sky. Moment like the breeze simply pass by I feel there is no one luckier than I. Distantly dreaming of reaching new heights I give it my best it shall take all my might. The past is behind but it has taken a big bite A cold wind awakens as I pass into the night. Distantly dreaming I just wish on a star I see this big moon and it doesn't seem far. The light shines down to reveal who you are I shall jump higher, for someone raised the bar. Distantly dreaming I'm right back at the start I've seen it before so I remember the part. I see all before me with this dream in my heart The memories become the glue so I don't fall apart.
Search lights Fright night Driving through the dark Lost within a dream.
Looking Down Into the Valley Looking down into the valley, I close my eyes and dream. I dream about a different world For things are not as good as they may seem. I dream about a world Where there's peace and harmony, A world with much less violence And much less conflict for all to see. I dream about a world Where all can make ends meet, A world with much less hunger And one where starvation we defeat. I dream about a world Where there's love for me and you, A world where people care And are helpful to others, too. Looking down into the valley, I dream about a better day, A day that brings us joy And happiness in every way.
Can I walk the roads alone ? Why am I this scared ? Do I fear torture Or pain ? What if I fall down ? What am I doing now ? Is it better to live alone Walk alone Aware that peril beckons When you walk alone on the road Braced for it.. and careful enough ? Or seek help from the company Ok…let me travel a bit To a country with nice, friendly people They all take so much care… But when it comes to helping me cross the Road… why aren't they helping me ? Oh… I'm not the only blind man here… They can't see me…. Oh… What do I do now ? Ah…let me go to my own land And seek help They are not blind They'll see me And help me So, I go… On my way I have a dream… I walk the road People willingly hold my hand Walk me down the road I tell myself happily… "why didn't I come here earlier ?" Half way down the road Heavy traffic And the effluvium Suffocating me Suffocating my helper too He runs away I wonder He probably is getting Too affected by the fumes…. Or… doesn't he like my hand ? My perfume ? My smell ? … What did I do ? … I hear a kingsized motorbike… "hello there.. how are you doing ?" "you know that if you are found on the middle of the road, you shall die" I splutter… "but..i am blind…" "Blind…and you crossed half the distance…who are you kidding ?" "Where's my gun ?…" S I L E N C E I thought I was just blind Now I couldn't hear anything I couldn't smell anything Not even my favourite perfume The one that I was wearing that day Hey… I couldn't think… How wonderful my friends would say… The blind guys' uninformed talk… But somewhere in that deep sleep, I realized that my dream was reality… For neither can I see a dream nor reality… Everything is… Blind men realize it half the way down… And pay a heavy price…
I've sat through countless therapy sessions Depsite contrary belief a child can experience depression for acting human they had labeled me bipolar and damaged told me having emotions was a disadvantage But I insist the crazy are truly sane how could you be rational when life's insane times passes and everything will change for better or worse the expected will be rearranged Exposed to the truth that our society is a cage you grow up accept your fate making minimum wage I saw the world for what it was at a young age ` Dreamt I'd be a writer, but knew no ink would ever fill the page Life is not measured by dollar bills or cheap thrills Nor by the number of earth's hills covered in garbage fills The American dream starts to make sense when you're tangled in that white picket fence Caught up in all the magazines like brainless chimpanzees trying to imagine a world without purpose where the delusion of god is believed by the surplus Comparing our lives without compromise the devil promises vices hastening the demise spoon fed fairtales that lead us along genius now prostituting themselves in Honk Kong Follow the light until it grows dim starve your dreams until they grow slim that dying torchlight once kept you so warm now it's flames engulf you like a swarm.
Some seek for something that would never be theirs. Some fall back from life because they're scared. Some go through life with people telling them what they can't do. I know because I'm just like you. But I live to prove people wrong. A dream lives within everything. A happy or bad home. A happy or sad song. But who really knows what the word "Dream" really means? Well I do. Doubt Really Encourages A Man - D.R.E.A.M - it seems. Living to prove someone wrong that's what makes a dream. Wanting to be something greater then you are, that's what makes a dream. To try to live to help your family, that's what makes a dream. Never let anyone tell you what you can't do. They're mad at what you can do. Make a name for yourself - see me, the name's Young Gifted. Because I been in this game so long I'm known to be gifted. What I'm trying to say is if God gave you a gift use it. Let the haters talk. And keep your dream alive.
When I fell asleep I felt a light breeze While fluttering somewhere in the sky I was someplace very high; I saw the world from the other side With snowflakes covering the ground And a lonely tramp Freezing like a hound Sitting on a sidewalk With a candle in his hands Staring in its flame Memories were burning away About friends, about chores About the wet pavement Getting to his bone About warmth long gone Then I felt cold and knew that Space grew between him and me; Away from the breeze Far from the place so high He was now out of sight and People surrounding in a crowd Forced me to shout Awake on the sidewalk With Mercedes petrol and heels around I had to get myself in safety The night had worn me out This street now looked obscene I was the tramp, there is no doubt
Bring me ye huddled masses no more. Bring me ye poor, ye hungry no more. No more yearning freedom, no room on the shore. For that dilemma is a domestic case now. Our own tired, and poor, to the man do they bow. Same accord we all share, though be it veiled. More brazen than Romans or Greeks could be scaled. For our branches have spread from the atlantic on east. From deep down in Africa, to the mid east not ceased. Spreading so thin, like butter on toast. Losing our substance, occupy every coast. Liberation the veneer, "freedom!" they boast! Attributes of an empire decaying inside. From a view it is grand, but look in, sight the snide. For the tempest is here, though most lie in snore. The door actually golden, with freedom it poured. Now gold is the shell, what's inside; ignored.
I wake this morning, not sure where to start. I just feel this void that's inside of my heart. I must still go on, yet don't know if I can. Sometimes I get lost, I don't know who I am. The sun comes up and brings forth light. I feel fortunate to have escaped the night. The dream keeps playing inside my head. The signals are changing from green to red. I know I must dream for them to come true. Demons still haunt, though night time is through. I feel like a stranger in some distant land. As I bend down to draw a line in the sand. Each time I draw one I say never again. I see the last time and remember when. I keep crossing over, yet don't understand, The wind blows erasing the line in the sand. So I try to hold on to what does remain. Though it's familiar it can't be the same. I wonder of life and playing this game. I grasp for the answers yet know I'm to blame. I resign to the fact I must be just tired. I gaze at the clock my time has expired. Many things don't turn out as I had planned. I bend down to draw another line in the sand.
Sometime by Amy Swanson, 2008 If you still think of me the way I think of you I wouldn't mind if you just said hello... sometime. If you dream of me the way I dream of you I wouldn't mind if you said you missed me... sometime. If you care for me the way I care for you I wouldn't mind if you said you need me... sometime. but if you love me the way I love you I wouldn't mind if we left all unsaid... until sometime.
As a child I used to constantly dream But as I grew up, people shunned the very thought They say that it's nothing and won't do a thing Not if you want to get ahead in life It was then that I began to follow them But then I realized that they were wrong! I'll keep dreaming as well as smiling Because I know that my dreams are... My driving force behind me If I lose sight of them, then I'm done But I won't let such a thing happen again Because these dreams... make me who I am! I know that you used to dream often But somewhere down the line, it disappeared Its ok to dream for it doesn't make You any less mature Don't let what anyone else says to you Just follow your heart and open your mind, dream! You can just dream! Don't worry Just let your mind take you to new heights It doesn't matter what anyone says They just don't understand what we feel And that's frankly just fine as is Because those dreams... make you who you are!
Fulfillment What is this thing called life, working and struggling no end in sight what ever became of the dreams that were me? Where am I, who am I, what shall I be? Fulfillment is the dream sleeping in the cocoon awaiting the rebirth of the child who still believes in the man-in-the-moon somehow safe, until the sun arises to awaken the child and sparkle off the dew of hope that keeps the dream alive. Fulfillment shall be mine one day, and the dream, so sweetly nurtured, will burst forth on wings alive with vibrance and light, and the setting sun will no longer bring fear of a life left undone
Addicted to dream Although failed many times But some of them came true So want to dream more Without a dream can't find any aim Without aim can't move further Although slipped many times But some times succeed to forward So want to put effort again Although trapped in wrong surroundings But only positivity of family Always motivates to keep on trying As this is the way to teach A lesson to negative factors That I'm not discouraged But grew stronger As so much hindrances can't Affect me to stop And I keep on enjoying the life Which is beyond the dream of theirs As a peaceful time can be caught By a mind that sustain confidence And confidence remains where Positive approach sustained. An approach to win the competition With superior competence Otherwise the fulfilled dreams Can't give a peaceful reward Rather the memories of victory Will remind inferiority And your celebration turns into Celebration of others' superiority. Those others whom you wanted to defeat And believe you did.
I peek out the window looking for a glimpse while hiding as I don't want to be seen And I fantasize about the girl next door and I wonder what my actions mean I sit and dream watching others come and go all the while sitting in my chair Though I once had the courage to go speak to her I'm now afraid and it's not fair I have a drink and light a smoke and watch this girl next door and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi and the answer makes me hide some more I chastise myself for being weak as I sit and write out my feelings in prose When in my mind I'm walking over to her and introducing myself with a rose But that's not what I do as I seldom mingle now and my neighbors think me a terrible bore And right they may be and though here I still sit I dream of talking to the girl next door
swimming with the stars when I dream I dream of swimming in a sea of stars far off in another galaxy to the left of mars far away from country western and heavy metal bars it is place where my hands and feet drift away from me slowly and webbed frog fins replace them my life is happy swimming amongst the shooting stars a place where men can never hurt me ever again an ocean of quietness surrounds me as I swim around gracefully brutal men don't crush me and hurt or bother me there they are not allowed I go to float around and think I can twirl and whirl around as much as I like until I turn bright pink swimming amongst the stars is a better place to live for me far away from stupid men
In a kind of dream I had even though I was awake; Doom was looming in the air with every step I take. There with-in a building a festival began; What no one seemed to notice was the genocide of man. Over in the corner revenge appeared as cause; while fear loomed in the shadows permeating pause. Anger stood before me yelling"now ain't this all a mess;" Deception laughed incessantly and said "don't worry you are blessed". People were all waiting to find a place to stand; As the captain of illusion dealt a crocked hand. All about the room delusion was for sale; With objects that would block the light or a substance you inhaled. The merchant with His entourage sat there dealing flesh; Claiming that the goods He had were guaranteed as fresh. All about the room He showed His pretty things; What no on seemed to notice, on their bodies there were strings. I tell you it was crazy the things that I did see; I couldn't tell you what it was and I doubt that you'd agree. Mean while I am standing here wondering where to go; But consistency is just a place, I'm not sure that I know Was this dream reality; Was this a dream at all? What is this term normality; A number we can't call?
The dream of a day that will end the night And the birth of a cloud come to see the light Such tales will be told as our hearts take flight Such power we find will be true inside The dream of a storm that believes our pain Only enters our minds when it starts to rain Such tales will end once we see this game That such desperate things start when we still blame The dream of a darkness replanting seeds And the end of a heart that held every need Such tales that were spoken became disease And such painful times end our clarity Awaken the dream that recalls our minds That we feel with our hearts through our open eyes With such timeless tales surrounding life It's hard to believe that we could be blind A new dream is found in the gathering rain The love that I feel now speaks my name And the eyes that reflect speak a million pains But this story can't end until it starts again The dream of a day that began with night We will live again through whatever skies The tales of timelessly taking flight Is the truth that I find when you are my light
After dawn has malingered through my window I lay my swimming head down and as I drown I dream of you. I dream you walking towards me and echo of things said in dark explosive nights which in the sober day are made real and whole, I dream the poetry of the greats rising from your mouth which I once knew and silently I cry out and out I do not love you. I fear those around me bodies finally failing 50 hours after our excess began hear me call out my denial drenched memories. I wonder now if they watched my face when I dreamed would they see yours? I find myself in a new town with a new place to hit the floor, and yet still i run towards breaking point in all the beautiful damagin ways I know. I wonder when you are truly gone from me from my vessels from my veins who will I blame when my body finally caves once more. when the boundaries crumble. when the dark is no more my friend. when the night fails me. when once more I find solace only in savegery. when my heart expires. You have not seen me dancing on the ceiling of the room. You I fear will only remember my eyes dark from those dark days forgetting our blazing nights. So I inhale, I swallow down somethings I will not choke. Forgive me if I don't eat If I loathe sleep. Its the painful normality I want to escape from. Its things long gone I crave and cry for when at last I hit the floor and my own foolishness closes my eyes for me.
The Dream Portal The Dream Portal It was a fancy building very large several stories tall an old mansion Very similar to something from my past perhaps a large wooden plantation house where many slaves were quartered after the rich white folks died. It could even have been a ranch house from the days of yesteryear when Long John Silverman the Lonesome Stranger lived. The lady whom eye love was in a costume dress and ewe found a matching hat like ladies use both purple dyed in woolen splendor the facade of the structure of the place was painted puce and purple peeling from abuse of years in westward weathered SUN shining from the desert EAST. It was she descending spiral staircases Admired at by the many puerile longings of the man who loves her still? Resplendent in her glory long legs move slowly incased in purple dress where soon she met the GHOST of friendship past a man she knew while he was yet living looking for the day of funeral. He was searching for the memorial that most men crave they want remembrances. This story is a true version though the name of the ewe is kept a heart secret. This was ewe dream a portal if ewe will it came to be told by me through longing olde.
The thought comes in a storm. An aging tree falls into the soft heart of sleep. The dream grows from the shards and splinters.
There are so many things to live life for. It is always nice to keep an open door. There's so much to dream and hope for Some dreams die but there's always room for more . And it is nice always to keep an open door. Let your heart and mind soar and be free. Some dreams die but there's always room for more. Since life can give us more than dreams. Let your heart and mind soar and be free. And live your life the best you can. Since life can give us more than dreams. So work hard and make your dreams come true. And live your life the best you can. There's so much to dream and hope for. So work hard and make your dreams come true. There are so many things to live life for. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2008 November,12,2008
Dawn brings day's dream Dusk of the night Some one's wrong and of some one's right Dream of open mind and of open eyes carry on aspirations doses to live life Wonderful dream is always sweet makes life to live quite boosts up to go ahead no destruction no twist
Two proud peaks rise up from the range, Like a dream we all have of heaven— They soar above white clouds and sky— A remembrance of 9/11. New York's a far piece to ride to, But folks all know what happened that day— When those twin towers both came down And there wasn't much left then to say. There's always some that mean you harm, Out on the range or down by the creek— And there's a time to take a stand And not to just turn the other cheek. There are those that only want talk— And those that say we should cut and run— But that ain't my America— Americans always get things done! A strong purple haze is rising From the plains and cities of the earth— It's called American spirit— It now reclaims the rights of our birth. Two proud peaks rise up from the range, Like a dream we all have of heaven— They soar above white clouds and sky— A remembrance of 9/11.
A will forlorn without release The things forgot still bring disease A dream of man to want a war The nightmare comes, but I still want more Shifting shapes stalking through night To my surprise, I'm frozen in fright The darkness climbs up to the sky Upon a tree with fixated eyes Nameless things speaking of death A place that sings without any breath Time now fades into one truth The darkness stalks; it waters my roots Tears and stone are what I've become The creature grows, but then the sun- ….Nothing there because there never was The light breaks through and now I can walk Forests die and forests awake A void will thrive until there is day A dream of man to want a war The nightmare ends when the sun shows us more
Ten minutes of solitary free time at the end of class, they're correcting their tests I have nothing to correct Oh! Dream of physics! Oh! Dream of astronomy! Oh! Dream of Chinese thought! Oh! Dream of writing! Oh! Dream of love!
Woke up from a dream in which I had been the target of abuse. The image of him crouching at my lovers door, wanting him more than he wanted me punished my whole being all day. In the dream we were caught but the larger horror was that the act betrayed everyone but him. I longed to get out of that dream and to feel the pain fade away. It didn't fade all day. I'm never alone these days. I live on my own and I walk on my own from the house to the shops or the webcafe, but i'm never really alone. It's like an appreciation of something else happening inside me or slightly behind my faded eyes. When when I am naked I am wrapped up in it and it gets harder and harder to breath through it. On the television someone is bleeding inbetween sex. We are all tubes. Now they are crying after the sex with the blood on their hands and lips. My blood is inside me, watery and thin and longing to be warmer. I spoke to him on the phone just to see if he was alive. He starts every call I make to him by breathing as if he hasn't opened his mouth or his nose all day. Aware that I don't have to call, he perks up knowing that I have, but reminds me with his lack of words and his sipping that the only person who could pick up the phone to answer my call is him. I wanted to tell him about the dream, maybe to seek forgiveness for my inside-self stopping his abuse by allowing my own. I wanted to explain about the ghosts I'd chased and the horrible image of the crouching man, old skin hanging off rubbed elbows. Instead we talked about tobbacco and other passing things. I'll call him again later just to check that he's asleep. The person on the television has the body I used to have. He reminds me of the fullness I used to feel when I ate and the intensity of feeling I used to be capable of. All day I have wondered about the value and reality of those feelings. We have all been born to die, to pass through things and pass away. We are all walking eggs, unfertilised and incapable of change. I want to reach out and interrupt the man walking on television and caress his youth and tell him things. He's smoking and i'm smoking and both of us are acting, one reflecting the other. Easter Sunday when things were unborn and shells were walked upon deftly. Isn't it funny that the more complex things become, the less we talk and the more we understand. The neighbours plodded and stomped loudly, either unaware or too aware of the necessity of night time.
So what do you think is life ? Does it mean just to survive? If u never thOught over it, I would like to tell u a bit. Its not merely existing my dear, Your own voice u need to hear. Some good advice I'd like to give, This is how I learnt to live. I took life too seriously, and God gave me misery. I held it too tight, and I couldn't see the ray of light, That God beams on all his children, to help them out of life's burden. Then I left it too free and didn't have any dreams, God stopped helping me, as it seems. Nothing affected me, I was indifferent, At that moment , a message was sent.. God said to me, here come to me, You have nothing to do on earth as I see. I was afraid, I was tense, I wondered, " Does my life make any sense" ? On every little thing, I was crying, On all petty things, I felt like dying. There was no inspiration, just congestion. Where am I going, I thought, Thru all these years, what have I got ?? What is it that I finally want to achieve? What is the dream that I just cannot leave? I must have a dream for which I shall fight, At that instant, I saw some light. The light shone on me, It still helps me to see. Whenever I'm lost, in the life's frost. I know my destination, my heart is filled with elation. Now , I am ready, walking steady, towards my dream, towards my goal. I feel so complete, I feel so whole, I had the courage to look into my soul. And if you don't have a dream, you are trapped in life's mist, You are not living , you just exist.
What a man can achieve? What a man can learn? Everyone has participation Into a different direction But all are running a race Accidentally or luckily, Having a meeting with new faces Fresh introduction Always a learning process Pointing out a healthy distance Measuring the needs Growing a wide range of appetite Conformable and comfortable A dream of beauty A dream about satisfaction A pride on achievement A banishment of neglects, But a life can do It is a story of warm blood. Sex grows in everybody Sex is only a power That identifies a hidden beauty And woos a fragmented desire A desire of living A desire of enjoyment A desire of progress and prosperity A desire of goodness Until a hope is alive A life feels its livingness A motive for aliveness, What is a Life? A limited period for living, An explanation of needs An achievement of supplies Significant terms of spending Can identify In past, present and furute.
The dreams I dream make me feel, the dreams I dream make me seem real, when they die and leave me alone, can I make it on my own? Without my dreams who will I be? So afraid to look, so afraid of me... The mirrors have lied and told me what I wanted to see, now tis only a shadow that's left of me... The mirrors lay broken and glass shards fill my room, reflections of a past lie, in the light of the moon...
Gently my thoughts find their places Through the drums and past dark spaces An over-thought of panicked races I close my eyes and count their paces Alleviations, inner changes Congregating me in stages Deprivation of my rages I count their signs and see the sages Lighting me with every wisdom The universe becomes decision And through my flowing I see visions The dark and light seek out collision Every dream that I can measure Becomes a claim of evil pleasure But every dream that I can treasure Cleanses darkness through true weather Into breaths of deeper meaning There comes a place that I'm believing Reaching into further dreaming The love that fills me knows no deceiving Even counting back, I'm never leaving
With faded, severed notions Darkened skies I count the years that I closed my eyes With fearful sensations I open my mind I see the monsters taking their time With life overcast I sense a storm I let the screams come at me like swarms With dreams of a shadow I dream I'm real I dream the sun can never make me feel With visions of the daylight Visions at night I visualise a demon taking my sight With mirrors all around me I bury my mind I stay away from others before they can find My faded, severed notions Reasons why The blood red oceans and darkened skies My dreams of a shadow It's not real There is no sun and I could never feel Darkness speaking through me The sacrifice I take my seat and gather the night I take my throne and name my kingdom 'your light'
My quiet reflection.......... With the coming of the night My quiet reflection Upon the sea of moonlight Upon the sea of moonlight My journey through the night There is no darkness to fear for ,the light of the moon is here Soft silver moonbeams......... More than I can dream Guides me through the night....... My journey upon the sea of moonlight The night wind blew......... Filling my sail.......... Filling me too.......... on my journey's trail The night wind blew Far in to the night The night wind blew Upon the sea of moonlight For,the sail never flapped It remained steady The night wind trapped Every gust........... Every eddy Witnessed only by the night The silent crossing Upon the sea of moonlight Within all our dreams We all take sail Under moonbeams The journey's trail The night wind blows Upon the sea of moonlight Darkest Before dawn Before the sun rose The coming of sunlight The dream world Travelled at night with the sail unfurled Upon the sea of moonlight For some... The journey never ends right For some.... Time to leave the sea of moonlight Your sail, to catch moonbeams Upon the sea of moonlight To travel, in your dreams Pushed far into the night My quiet reflection........... With the coming of the night Your quiet reflection Upon the sea of moonlight
Do deaf people hear their thoughts in words? Do blind folks dream in color? Do desert dwellers dream of rain and Eskimos of Summer? If they're no cobs, who makes their webs? What keeps huge ships afloat? And don't you find it creepy, too the sideways eyes of goats? I'm sick of listening to myself! That voice inside my head, incessantly rehashing the buried and the dead. How do people meditate and silence all their thoughts, while mine's in constant chaos, fighting battles long since lost. I pray for peace and quiet, but the talking just goes on and sometimes throws in pictures like a slide show all gone wrong. I fear that even death won't stop it and I will not be free, bodyless but chattering into eternity. That would be Hell to be alone with ME for company, with nothing to distract my mind like books or a TV. No wonder people turn to drugs, maybe that stops all the noise, but one can't stay drugged up constantly, can't survive in such a void. I long for sleep.
she speaks in silent whispers of an intimate dream inside her the secret passes between syllables as the night descends around her she talks into the darkness like an old friend it awakens inside to see her in all her beauty and like the wind it blows her mind she sees all the way through as the other side opens wide to receive her innocent gaze and smiles with all its might she stares into the mirror waiting for it to reveal its truth it retains her subtle glowing aura and tells her the secrets of life inviting her to fly away into infinity she smiles and blushes so sweetly without a word she is whisked away into that dream she has held inside the fantasy becomes her reality
After the moon is full When all dreams have taken their vows When all wandering spirits loose their confidence And all serenades have been doused If by some dark unfair miracle You awaken and you view me And with distaste you turn from me I will bare it, this I swear Cast away your thoughts of blame Because like stained glass all dreams are Hiding everything at night that shames But with sunlight, fatal, so hard No one's fault but mine, I admit it Behind your beauty I was hiding And the blindness that daylight takes away All the mirrors with sadness will be crying If when morning comes you no longer love me All the mirrors will be shattered Your eyes will no longer reflect me And in the darkness I will scatter I will lay down with dreams in vision I will dream you still belong to me And that dream will be my prison If when morning comes you no longer love me
Awake from a dream about gangsters it's Friday morning, I've slept in it doesn't really matter now I'll dream about her
Watch the dancers as they whirl around Listen to the beat of the drums Will the dream - catcher work? Move with the beat Let your heart feel the rythms Join in the dance! A symbol - a sign is what you're waiting for The dream - catcher will let you know when the time is right The ancients knew it So should we Dream - catcher - listen to our supplications Let our fantasies live! Once feather points north Shows us the way to our ultimate destiny
I am a perfect picture The background bloody skies The centre full of angels But the foreground steals their eyes A massacre of demons An agent with a smile The scars depict an empty vessel And the shroud depicts denial I hold a dream of hatred I raise my glass to hope I promise I will wake up When the darkness throws a rope I am a perfect poem The words were never there Only people standing silent As the paper makes them stare A silence full of reason A tear for the cost Every second they are breathing Is another meaning lost We held the dream of hatred It poisoned every hope We could promise that we'd wake up But we'd need to steal another's rope I am a perfect mirror I reflect what you've become I am the disconnected If only so I never turn and run
I am in an oncoming negation of civilized un on going socio passionof an unforgiving remnant that seems to conscio-consider a pre existant pro com promise that if u have a co existant chameleon critter that u must be ongoing and in confluence with socio banters that be in order to sub stance a child like endeavor for all instances to roll forward, regardless of racial renderings to fit the a, anti, sick sorential senderings of a supposed sound surrential governmental succulent sound sentient signal that we all love all who love all and all who love all, and OMG, where does it all end??? Take me to a piss done pasture where all is sublime, negate, and nil in terms or socio silly centerint addicts aplenty and all others thinking ??????????????????????? gs that make me a nil nothing encompassing the never/nor/endeavor that the exo. ill-expanse uncovers an unknown entity casmerizing, olfimising, nllfamizing, the ever intro entragant manufacture of reinfimilcongrates an interactionary miligrant cautionary entrails, lessening any momentary fovent fighter fat syndrome unhendering solitary kinesthetic romantic conundrums pillow passive in their anal resistance regardings a royal retard round circumference due in PI calenderic counteances math meth revered reviled. Hey can u tell me the answer to all things??????????????????????????????????? I don't believe it. Sorry. U would look good on a cross. Keep the faith inside yrself, look deep outside, consider all existence and then open yr mouth to evolution.
Once I had a Dream but Now that Dream is Gone from Me I Slept Away through Night and Day but Away my Dream Fled from Me Once I had a Hope but Now that Hope runs Thin still I Pray to God far Away but Pray I Dare Though that Hope runs Thin Once I had Love but Now that Love is Dead she is Slumbering under Stone and Wondering why Slumbering Angels' Loves are Dead
ask me what i dream at night when all the world's asleep. ill tell you how i relocate in valleys young and deep; of far green lands and gentle hands and gardens full of life of spring's rebirth in gentle earth and music from the fife; the daylight hours, filled with showers warm, and rainbowed skies of innocence, and further hence all purity implied. but as i dream i stand and seem a sideshow, set apart. i watch and gape and scratch the nape while beauty breaks my heart. the music plays, the sunlight grays but im not fit to dance. a fear of all, and sure to fall id never take the chance so ends the day, i slip away and waking calls me back to foggy eyes and distant cries and creaking joints that crack. two worlds denied their bridging bride though one thin strand connects my dreams at night and waking light; one point where they transect. my dreams i tell but think not ill if they are but half true for fear of chance forebodes my lapse, and my thin strand is you.
In all my dreams I dream of you they're dimly lit with speckled blue in moments that I hesitate, breathing softly... stop... and wait. With foggy head and crackling eyes my room is filled with saddened sighs Even as I dream my way I know that here I mustn't stay For dreamers die before their time and lose themselves in simple rhymes. So fight I may with all my might, gripping fingers, bloodless, tight to clear my way to the present day with a weeping wish that I could stay But hazy eyes must open wide with knowledge of the things I hide My day ahead still tinted blue remaining always, thoughts of you...
I dream of a time A time when life was simple A time when family was everything And friend's were forever A time of slumber parties And boys being gross I dream of that time Where life was carefree And my heart was never broken Life's not so easy now Now is a time of angst And a time of depression Now is filled with heartbreak Girls look at guys and see love Guys look at girls and see sex But when guys look at me they see 'different' They see a girl who scorns their attempts And view as unworthy That is my now And why I dream of a time
Please never tell me when to give my eyes away Joined in hand and for every fading day Please never tell me to give my prayers away Joined in silence and in every dying way Please never tell me when to give my heart away Joined in the circus of the words I'd never say Please never let me ever grow unknowingly To join in hands with everything that just can't be Please never tell me that you'd die without me Never tell me when you just want something free I'm not the angel of your misshapen reality I am the demon that made you kill yourself not to see Please don't rephrase the darkness that befalls you Through conflict and fire we find what pulls us all through Like the dream of a fish that killed itself by drowning The dream of an earth that killed itself by frowning Never give up and let the darkness overcome The light at the end makes up for everything we've done Please let me walk and never be overrun But your hope has disappeared and turned our light into the sun
I look for beauty in all its forms Seems I can not find it But dark confiding in a heavy storm My eyes are blinded My breath will compliment the sounds My heart has found it I sigh as I hit the ground Then I will dream about it I look for fear to return my strength I need to know I'm here Force it into my arm's length Its hate will try to steer It seems that I cannot leave I hold it far too dear My heart then starts to bleed It seems I found my fear She dies every time I look My belief is testing My spirit thrown in the muck Now my mind is resting I cry as I read my book My past is urging I die as my soul is shook Now this life's converging Drug me and contort my mind I let the storm become me I dance as I hear the rain My soul is so free Dark light and a force unkind I am what's trapped within me I reap as I feel no pain But I can no longer breathe Rain fades and storms must end It seems I could not know this I smile whilst I must defend Lies are fought with days kiss Beauty is within white light My nights have gone without this I fall as I cannot fight My sigh has now become bliss I look for beauty in the ways I know I see that I believe this Experience and the light will show I can only cry within bliss This dream is a test on faith You must find this within you I saw and I have become I can only feel truth
Another day that brings a whisper My ears have been deceived A dream that said I miss her It brings a passion for disease Screw me, make me helpless Just kill these thoughts and stay If only my lies weren't worthless She's a dream and far away Is it too late for love to help me? Is love even a truth? I see my mind has made this clear There's nothing now that can get me through All these people make me angry Let's trade some angry pain Seems deception makes them happy I hope you choke on your vain Take out my eyes and kill off my reasons Kill my anger too I feel I'm out of season There's nothing left that can get me through Just take back time and let me touch her I'll fall into the sun But soon it's time to wake up Soon my dream is done