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Together As One

Together As One
To dream as one.
When we dream we dream as one. When we laugh we laugh as one. We have a life 
together that compliments one another. We have a love that is like no other it’s as 
one. We reach for the stars and look for the moon. We support and care for one 
another on our journeys as our journeys cross paths.
We listen with excitement to each other’s dreams. To understand and encourage 
comes from the heart. Knowing with certainty that we deserve the love we give and 
receive as we are as one. What is wonderful for one is so for the other for our life 
path is the same. Knowing one so well is to know one’s self without a doubt.
Dreams that come together both big and small shared by knowing hearts that want 
the same want are as one. A love so strong can feel and guide with the stars and 
moon. Set in motion a force together nothing can sever but blessed be a dream 
together as one!
Dream, laugh, and love we do as one for we became one. Together we reach for the 
stars and the moon as we share the paths we take. Our journey takes us many 
directions to which we share our delight. A journey worth taking is a journey worth 
sharing…sharing as one!
                                                                                   Debbie Knapp



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A Dream In The Mist

The mountain peaks in colored sugar coat
Of pinks and blues and lilac violet hues
The sky, just before sunrise, all windless and clear
The day is misty, bitter cold, and crystal sheen
But I am warmed by one small ray of golden morning light

From high upon a perch of snow top crest
A lone stag with graceful legs that fly
Carving out a quiet trail, like fleeting wind
The sound so soft, the hush of whispered steps

He halts, and looks at me with logic's eyes
And seems to smile in recognition, 
His golden crown of antlers, gleam in morning sun
Just when I thought my crystal world would splinter
He tilts his head, and bids me to come
And like an eagle's wing, remote and sure
He darts away, just like a bird
Without a sound

Beauty of the wind....beauty of pure grace
I run after him, panting and breathless,
Through the glimmering, in search of answers
But, I cannot keep up, as he disappears without a trace
And still not wringing the answers from the slightest sound
Yet, I am left alone, and feel at peace


For Constance's Contest:  The Nature Dream/Spirtual Dream
Carrie Richards


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Shaken to the Core

Her sad eyes and tear stained face evoked such ambivalent feelings;
I could barely stand to look upon the half-naked child in front of me. 
She turned her face toward me with a pained look begging for help.
Maternal feelings welled up within for this pitiful tangled haired waif. 

Gaping in abject horror, I observed the orphan's frail arms wrapped 
tenaciously around a dead rat and held close to her dirt smeared body. 
I sensed this sewer 'pet rat' had been her only source of comfort in life. 
The one thing she turned to, when sad or hungry, would never again be.
 
While resisting the urge to gather her up in my arms and dry her tears, 
still I desired to sympathize... whispering, "Don't cry honey, it'll be OK". 
I lied, knowing it wouldn't.  Besides what could I do with so little to give. 
I turned and walked away not wanting to face my growing sense of lack.

I awoke with a start, shuddering, deeply disturbed and troubled to tears.
Sometimes the vivid images, like a horror movie returning to haunt me,
make me question, "Who is that wretched child so forlorn and dejected?
The memories shake my very soul, the hidden message still eluding me. 


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The Meadow

I'm always there, in that place that doesn't mean a thing to anyone but me. A far away 
meadow where I don't have to hide all the happiness of a young girls heart. One that has 
been ripped apart, so many times. I stare at all the beautiful flowers and trees of my 
surroundings and let the wind gently rustle my hair. I close my eyes taking in all these 
wonderful things, as I lie on the cool grass. My body mixes in with the air, and I'm blowing 
past natures statues and creatures galore. I stop at the edge of a nearby pond, my body 
floating softly to the ground as an eagles feather. I look deep into the sparkling image that 
makes me who I am. I gracefully touch the water with my fingertips and let the water 
shimmer like the stars. A white unicorn grazing near the freshly harvested hay, called out to 
me. It approached me as I stood, and nuzzled my arm. I brushed its silk coat and burrowed 
my face against her cool cheek. This is the reason I come to this place. To interact with the 
things not known or believed in their world. Its just my own, my sound and the behind 
scenes of my eyes. It's calm and peaceful, which their world is far from. I'm the only one with 
the doorway to this meadow. I love going there, it's like a blanket that warms its comfort 
over me when I need it the most. And when I get there, my feelings are a boat sailing to 
sea, leaving me filled with perfect serenity. I'll always be there, till the end of all life, and I 
know this lovely meadow will never be replaced.


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Heavy Footprints Of Love

the sorrow lies in the reverberation 
of wanting you ….always wanting you…..
it taunts me like a starving wretch
it echoes in the corners of my mind….
endless…..endless……endless…..

your name on my lips and soft on my tongue
red and raw and pulsing with such blatant desire
how could the whole world not feel this fire ?

love is much stronger than rampant lust alone….
(it could break through steel….this love I‘ve known)

it rides in silver wings of angels in the sky
stretching supplication toward the heart of weeping
pleading on pristine white clouds for respite 
as it plunges into the whirlpool of want 
                                              and on tiptoes
it came in….treading so delicately on this tattered heart
rose petal soft …..but completely destructive
battered in the need of needing you….

please….this love is much too powerful to withstand 
wrapped in want that leaves me naked in the rain….
and I want to hide from the stone pelts rising
the punch of gut hurt heat that comes (inevitably)
when its so far away that no cry on wind could catch it
oceans betwixt and blue is an enemy….

where are you my love as I wake in the night….
are you sleeping? do you dream of me? 
I dreamt of you….and I woke up weeping….
empty arms and solemn seconds ticking by in anguish

I want you….just in one kiss to your lips 
though one would never suffice
for I am greedy, my love and it cannot be quenched
with a single kiss….(could one kiss ever last a lifetime)

I am a beggar riding a pegasus
eager and white as muscles ripple against a black sky
her wings soar effortlessly
and I am flying toward you….yet…I never do reach you…
hijacked we were….in time and we are prisoners…

a little like the dream one has of running…
but standing motionless
frustration beseeches me and then consumes me
into a mass of messy “what do I do”

can you feel my need as it tears through me
raging and wanton….completely blatant

each day seems a thousand with your hands not about me
teasing my skin until I cannot breathe but to cry out your name
would it in some way repay you and describe this love….?

I am you…..you are me…..in a mirror its your eyes I see….

forgive me if I repeat myself….

the sorrow lies in the reverberation 
of wanting you ….always wanting you…..






 



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Leprechaun

Through my window I watched it float gracefully by
An eloquent specimen, a rare butterfly
Wings painted black and the brightest of green
The most breathtaking creature I ever had seen

It flew to the forest in a zig-zagging line
And landed to rest on the bark of a pine
Flushed with the thrill of the game hunters play
I stalked up and captured my elusive prey

It struggled and fought with great strength for its size
Prying and pinching, I heard muffled cries
“Release me!” It squeaked “I will NOT be your prize”
I saw tiny legs and angry little eyes

‘My god it’s a Leprechaun!’  I shouted with glee
‘You must grant me one wish now’…”So be it” said he
He slashed through my palm and bored to my thumb
Til it bulged to the size of a cartoonish plumb...

My fingers exploded in bits all around
Flesh and bone spattered, blood gushed to the ground
I stared in stark terror and mad disbelief
My mangled hand swaying like a dangling dead leaf

‘I’m wounded, I’m dying!’ In panic cried
And fled to my house to the bathroom inside
‘It’s ruined!’ I screamed as I bled in the sink
‘Now they will notice, now what will they think?’

‘I know I can never remove all these stains
I know that my eyes cannot hide all this pain
The veil has been shredded, the wall broken through
(I saw something move at the edge of my view)

There in the corner the Leprechaun stood
Black eyes spinning secrets of evil and good
He spread out his wings like a butterfly should
Ready to fly back to his tree in the wood

He spoke without speaking, "So, what have you caught?"
(My mind was struck dumb, stripped clean of all thought)
“Now” he laughed softly, “I shall grant your demand”
I sank to my knees then and reached forth my hand…





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While I lay

Lying in the enclosed walls of my room
I used to think as I lay all night and day
everyone else around the world
also slumber
But no! all I see is not all there is
Somewhere somehow, at the same time
lies other boys with great imaginations
that keep them awake
Somewhere somehow, its afternoon in
another nation, and within its boundaries
live other passionate savvies making
every moment count
While I make excuses for the time loss
some millennials with the same idea I had
and ignored months ago, are working
tirelessly to make theirs a reality
Somewhere somehow, while I lay wishing
and waiting, an army arises taking fearless
steps like they have nothing to lose
Somewhere somehow, an age mate is
earning so much just by using their talent
for good
While I lay, legends with so much
achievements still lie awake because they
feel there is still so much to do
While I sleep,the clock doesn't.


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when you wish

my pen this night
is weak
my thoughts though
strong are meek
my dreams are dreams
and that's all that they are
but until i make them come to life
they are as far away as the stars
stars at night are so numerous
i can not count
also are my dreams 
an unset amount
the stars twinkle and move across
my sky
and my dreams they shine
and delight my mind
one star that is present
it is my sun
my dream ever present 
is the only one
the sun it warms me
on winters day
my dream warms me
in various other ways
when the world turns
and my sun appears to go away
my dream is scattered
across the milky way
i count the stars
and dreams alike
beautiful visions
of my delight
but dreams are all they are
until i bring them life
a dawning star 
and bright day light
my heart and mind 
wish with all their might
that i would bring my dream
into the light
"I wish I may, I wish I might
have this wish I make tonight."
and with the rising of the sun
dream and star become as one


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The Poetry of Hope

Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see redemption rising in the days ahead
I still realise once again that I’ve earned another chance to begin anew
Still glad that it’s early in life
...and I can apply the lessons I’ve learnt before I’m twenty five

Phew! Boy, my heart’s beating fast
I shall no longer look at my past
For the past is just that
...opportunities gone with the wind, never to come back
I look towards the days ahead
I spend today to dream of the future I intend
For I know now tomorrow is bound to come
Today was but a dream ten years back
Had I realised then how soon today would come
I’d already be rich riding on the wings of independence
I pledge never to make that mistake again

Today I shall live like I plan
...and not like my neighbour Mr. Wright
For I know not how much he earns to spend the way he does
Today I shall not live like the society around me
For I don’t know whether they think ahead 
...of the days that are bound to be raining with storms of emergency
I pledge to live as befits me
I plan to live today in a way that enables me to save
For now I know I was right ten years ago
But I hadn’t the courage to follow a route of my own
Now I’m determined ten years to come...
I’ll be riding on the unicorn of delight

I pay no care for what those here and there may air
I wanna be happy today in my moderate ways
Knowing all too well I’m headed where
There, in the future where my heavy dreams will float in the air
I’m no hater so for the rest of the players here
I wish all the goodwill and good wishes my subconscious can air


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My Mom

Dear God, how did You sleep.
I had a dream and it made me weep.
Did You see it, it was so real.
I think it might even help me heal.

Anyway that dream last night 
sure was kind of cool.
Except for the times  
I acted the fool.

I was a whole lot younger
then I am now.
I was talking with my mom
and I was wondering how?

We sat at the kitchen table
and she had on that grin. 
The one that always told me.
I know where you've been.

I could talk to her 
about anything I ever did.
Not only when I grew up
But since I was a little kid.

She was the only one
on this whole entire earth.
Who made me feel like I belonged.
Who gave me a sense of worth.

We talked for hours.
We laughed and we cried.
I didn't leave the table 
till the day that she died.

It was a roller coaster ride 
of every high and low I could feel.
Then Lord You got out the projector
and then You put on the reel.

We watched home movies
and most of it was good.
You would fast forward
those parts that you should.

There was this one scene
where Jesus had a part.
Remember when I asked for Him 
to come into my heart?

On a scale of 1 to 10
I would give it a ten.
But there was this one time 
I don't remember when??

When I asked for Jesus to come into my heart
He walked right in like He belonged.
But what I didn't know then 
was that He walked in with my mom.


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The Dreamer

If I dream a dream tonight
 too withered with shades of light
worried i will die from fright
 but too weary to see the sun
to sleep I go till dawn has won.
 
As I dream this dream tonight
transforming bones to shape the bite
howling at moonlight rays from afar
to but a dream I sleep unharmed.

To slumber and shake I rage
 as I paint this fiend of knight
lacking strength and will to fight
 the only dreaming I hope tonight.

As i fall through sands that quakes
holes of madness take my place
for no more horror in my delight
as this dream ends soon 
or yields my life.

As lightning strikes eyes of glass
vengefulness at bitter last
monster, demons all the gore
conquering the fear is yet a war.

Until the sadness of rain I was dry
not cool,not warm like nothing inside
now broken only to find
new love, built by my side.

To a spewer of moment I lye awake
true or false unaware what to make
I stand from window cold touch to the floor
with the bitter taste of morning sores 
left me to wonder if…
was it it a dream or was it more.


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My Dreams

I dream in color with vivid detail
I travel and run and chase
But my favorite dreams I love to have 
Are the dreams where I can fly
I take off slowly and soar thorough the rooms 
Fast or slow as I want
I can fly outside from a slow takeoff
And I glide and weave without thought
When I awake from these dreams I smile and think
Oh I flown through the night
How exciting it was to breeze through the sky
I wish I could duplicate that
I wonder if others who fly in their dreams enjoy it as much as I
It's hard to explain the feeling I get while dreaming 
I'm able to fly.


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The Discipline of a Student

Oh Lord, I know you know I have been thanking you a lot lately
But today I want to pray
~~~	~~~	~~~
Almighty Lord
You know me and you know how in life I pine to succeed
I know all that I want
And I know what to do in order to get it all
The will power, emotional power, confidence... certainty
...and all that entails the achievement of a dream
But there is one thing I specifically need
For with it my success is guaranteed

Almighty Lord
Please give me the discipline of a student
Please make me endear my keenest efforts on my chief pursuits
Just as though I’m about to sit for an exam... for I know in a way I am

Please give me the sense to properly manage my time
And take from my heart the desire to waste time 
...and the vice of procrastination
In its place fill me with the fear of punishment and failure
...if I go about work like a truant does
...spending too much money here... and too much time there

Please sharpen my focus like that of a student aiming for that higher diploma...
...knowing the realisation of it will chance him a higher degree
Help me aptly execute the duties entrusted unto me
For its exceptionality will lift me to the reach of even higher doors

Almighty, please fill me with the discipline of a student
To sacrifice my little peer pleasures now... and invest all my heart into my pursuits
Knowing all too well that as that an empowering reality awaits me 
...at the end of my truest efforts

Help me to be honest with myself
...knowing that all I do now
...is first of all for my own benefit
And that if I do it so well
It will benefit and inspire even many more to garner more of their potentials

Now my Almighty Lord,
Think of this as a business proposal
I have the dream and capability
You have the power over reality
If you take my dream and capability seriously 
...and assist me with your power over reality
Very soon I will succeed, and there will be many wanting to be like me
All these shall be to your gain too for I shall direct them your way as proof
So you see Lord, your help and my efforts will tomorrow make us both a happier lot 
Think about it
~~~	~~~	~~~
Mhmm...  Who am I kidding, I know you did think about it and that’s why you 
decided to make me live
Thanks Lord


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Solace in the ghetto

As I stared out my project window into the streets were the predators never seemed to sleep and the dope heads that kept the neighbors in the private homes on pins and needles as they prowled the street, looking for the next cash cow to supply their drug needs. In the alley where we would play baseball during the daytime against the old trash bin, at night it served as the hiding place for the drug boys dope and guns…It’s sometimes hardto believe that decent people do live here in this place where I live, but they do. I don’t know how? But really they do, I swear. The alleyway was littered with so much broken glass on the ground, sometimes I would pretend that it was diamonds and would dream of running out one morning and picking it all up and then I would be rich like the people who lived in the private homes up on the hill. At night from my window in the summertime I could smell their grills cooking some expensive meat, that seem to overload my sense and make my belly growl in a hopeless thought that I might somehow get to taste it. In the distance sirens blare in the middle of the night as the ambulances race to the causalities of the night life. I can still recall those house parties that never seem to end, that’s until the men in blue decided to finally answer the calls and put an end to their night fun, but by that time they were all drunk and doped out or found a mate for the night…as they all spread out onto the side streets like cockroaches when you turn on the light and then shots rang out in the calm distance of the night. People scatter into the night. My eyelids are now so heavy I can barely hear my own thoughts inside my head. When all of sudden my door flings open, standing there in the doorway I can make out a shadow, I take a deep breath and continue to play like I’m asleep. Wow, it was only my mother, just checking in on her only investment for her future dream of a doctor or lawyer that would not have to deal with this mess, she shuts my door after seeing that I was okay…as she takes a deep sigh of relief, knowing she could take solace that her child was fast asleep.


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A Spark of Hope

A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed by their fate.
With bitterness they said, you’d be lucky to have dinner tonight, or even a plate.
Life was harsh, nowhere to go, anger and fear had put their souls, in a terrible place.
The little girl had found no hope or joy, lurking near their old car, of late.
The car was their home, gas money was scarce, and with few places they could park.
Yes, their troubles had slowly extinguished, that precious hopeful spark.
Without that spark, they’d never find their way, from this terrible place of cold and dark.
And life’s darkness grew deeper nightly, as hope vanished under a reality so stark.
Even the very fiber of her family, seemed to be shattering slowly, slowly, apart.
The child felt alone here in this dark car, as sadness tried to engulf her little girls heart.
The future seemed filled with hopelessness, as shame and dread, were leaving their mark.
Embarrassment to be seen and turned away, made it hard for them to reach out, to restart.
But life goes on, and we can’t fear to rebuild, or the future will be hard to impart.
The girl suddenly declared there’s more to life, and she wouldn't let it conquer her heart.
She decided triumphs will come, and all will get better, if she held to that hopeful spark.
Seeing the desolation and anger here, she couldn't stay around, she had to get away…
So she climbed out of the car, and she walked into town, not so very far to stray.
She went and looked at the store windows, where Christmas was being displayed.
The music and people filled her heart, lifting her spirits, deep inside, that day.
She noticed a store, way down at the end of the row, on the next block, where it lay.
No one was there, it seemed lonely, and the darkness was again, spreading it’s decay.
She ran there in time to see an old man closing up, with sadness on his face betrayed.
What use were his goods, if no one would shop, or come down along his way?
The super store down the block, was daily making him lose more and more in the fray.
He could no longer afford to hire people, and the season had very little time, to stay.
As they talked the girl saw that she couldn't let the darkness take another, so she prayed.
Then she told the old man, if he’d open the shop, she’d bring customers down his way.
She added, she’d find reasonable workers, if her family could live upstairs, she portrayed.
First bring the customers, he said, and the rest will be yours little friend, he conveyed.
She had him put his best toys, as a contest prize, and to add lots of lights on the display.
He set a contest, “Winners-the best collectors for families in need” on Christmas Eve.
He put out a bright contest sign, but still nobody came to his end of the block, to survey.
So she had him call the Salvation Army, for a kettle, Bell ringer, and Carolers, who came 
Lickety split, their way.
Then she had him call a dear old friend, and farmer, to bring a tractor full of bails of hay.
Another volunteered his horse and sleigh, both, to see the city lights thru New Years Day.
This was a great idea, since the older drivers, could use the help, for their bills to pay.
The girl ran all over spreading the excitement, and to come see the prizes, his way.
The families suddenly started heading toward his door, and to those wondrous rides.
At that moment her parents came, and she explained what her hope, had improvised.
Her father talked a contractor into building a disabled family a home, to help advertise.
He could get a tax break; come to this store for supplies, and hire unemployed workers, he devised, so wise.
In the end, each night grew brighter, because of a girls hope, and heart-warming delight.
And the old man began smiling for the first time, in a long, long, time, starting that night.
All was saved, a home was found, and another built, as a sad little girl taught grownups to smile along the way… 
You might say, A Spark of Hope lit a candle, then a raging fire, which was burning bright by Christmas day.

The moral to my story is:
Never give up on Hope; it’s your best friend, as life brings its troubles your way…
Know that with time, a good heart, good will, and friendly ways… 
You can find God’s gifts again, if you don’t let the dark take you away…


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Cell Phone Mania



Here's my philosophy for what it's worth Not the first time I've expressed my outlook on life The stress of modern every day living Is showing on the faces of people in the street All with cell phones plastered to their ears Oblivious to the world around them A cold breeze has enveloped our very existence No longer the friendly greetings we once expressed We're totally wrapped up in the complexities That have been thrust upon us It's an exciting age of amazing technology The much more simpler days of years gone by Are gone forever never to return Each generation longs for their past A feeling of nostalgia grips us as we age Wishing to relive the exuberant days of our youth But time marches on relentlessly As I sit here at my powerful computer Messaging faceless people in the four corners of the earth Like others, I tend to forget this is an amazing age But it's only the latest chapter Of countless more chapters to follow Our minds can't conceive where this will all lead The only thing that's certain is progress So be ready to be amazed The future is filled with untold exciting new adventures That our minds can't conceive or even imagine It's a exciting time to be alive © Jack Ellison 2014


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Two Trees

Oh tree to my right how you mirror the left
Tree on the left, with great vigor you grow
When waters run dry, your roots search below
To the ends of all branches; lush fruits like Eden
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right what phantom did come
Yielding fruit no more; nor vivid leaves to sway
All branches have ceased, no more but a stump
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my left so valiant, so true
A whip of your branch & firm grip of the wind
To the right, one seed you give; let life grow anew
Solitude tis as fire bound for a tree, a simple truth to all
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right; look, now you're grown
As was, now are; from the tree to the left came your rebirth
Teeming with life & beauty displayed
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind


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A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.


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Dark Dreams

What do you dream
deep in the night when
all are asleep and the moon 
shines bright?

Do you dream of fairy's
and elves or monsters
and demons with long
pointy tails?
Where do you go when
they take you away?
perhaps to a haunted
house or a beach by
the bay.Do you dream 
of a castle upon a hill?
where a strange man
lives off of blood that's 
been spilled.

What do you dream deep
in the night when all are
asleep and the moon shines
bright?DO you travel through
a forest within your dream
to hear howling at the moon
before a blood curdling scream?

Can you escape when your
dreams turn from light into
horrible madness and heart
pounding fright?you turn around
your in a different space still fast
asleep your eyelids begin to
flutter at a maddening pace.

The doctor is focused lightning
will strike giving life to his unholy
terror this night.What do you dream
deep in the night when all are asleep
and the moon shines bright

A young girl waits to invite you in
her long slithery split tongue touching
her chin.You climb the stairs to face
a horror unknown the devil dwells
here to make her his own.Morning
arrives it was all just a dream or 
rather a nightmare all to real it seemed.
What do you dream deep in the night
when all are asleep and the moon
shines bright?


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A Dream for U

A Dream For U

If I could dream a dream for u, in your dreams all would come true.
You would be that person that gets the last scoop of ice cream.
You would measure up to almost any and everything.
You would be that person that people loved the most.
The type of person that just don't boast.
You would get the best part in the play.
And nail it solid, on opening day.
If I could dream a dream for you.
I'd dream the sun is always shinning.
The sky always blue.
You would have more wealth than you knew what to do.
If I could dream a dream for you.
I would wish you well.
And for your secrets knew,
I would wish no one tells.
I would wish the finest things for you.
Even when you awake, I do too.


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A Black Coffee's Chill

Tossed my slippers, walked barefooted
through the alley of my wall where my paintings are adorned, 
saw the canvasses lined neatly on wall
where dim light of longings path throughout the hall...

Chosen good ones, brewed best
aroma of this black coffee so crisp, 
haunts me in a night's fright
of tormenting silence throughout the night! 

A teaspoon of sugar is added 
with this black coffee in my mug is mixed, 
halt for a while to smell it's effects, 
savoring the bitterness as it touches my lips.

I traced to hallway, stood at the glass window, 
3: 30 in the morning, no one not even any vehicles flow, 
into the streets lights blinking routinely
as my mind wander for an unhealthy imaginary.

A shot of gun, bullet on my shoulder
as I escape from a path so dark in my mind which alter, 
I run...run as fast as I could
and lift the gun out of my motorbike's hood! 

A shadow...laughing and running
in my mind he is chasing, 
I stop, look and lean
on the dark wall of the 14th street so clean.

But wind blows suddenly steadfast, 
dirt and dust kissed my face and blinded my eyes, 
I am blind for a split in 15 seconds
and there the man stood afront of me and beckons! 

Grabbed my arm and snatched the gun
twisted me facing the wall with his arm so damn, 
I felt his anger through his breath 
and say, 'Lady, end of your road, enough, have a rest! '

Then he forced me to face him
grabbing me by hand so firm, 
his weight upon me, so close I can't breathe
and my surprise, his face mellowed and plant me a kiss! 

Split seconds, that vision came
and I realized I am so lame, 
that imaginary vision strikes me well
and brought my black coffee to chill! 

A Black Coffee's Chill...!?

Inner Whispers

(I believe that visions happen in split seconds. Can this be a warning or a message?)


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Dreams And Nightmares

                     Dreams And Nightmares
 
When we go to sleep at night we usually have pleasant 
dreams of happiness were we feel like we are on cloud 9
with some romantic partner or some beautiful island
destination, we see wonderful things of beauty, but all
of a sudden the dream drifts to another world of gloom
transporting us to the nightmare world were dark
evil happenings take place, it makes our thoughts change
our bodies grows cold and sweaty and we awake in terror
 we have just experienced our worst fears out of the 
nightmare world, we get up in wonder of what has 
happened but later we find it is all but an illusion, 
a trick of the mind, maybe this can be caused by guilt
or even food that has not agreed with us, or our
minds may have been troubled by a bad problem. We
must all go to sleep with a clear mind and dream happy
thoughts or we will enter the nightmare world once again.

Are dreams and nightmares similar, be inspired and enlightened by what my poem has to say about the 'Dream World'  
Written 16th July 2013


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love's messenger


          I looked at him and I was lost for words,
those eyes so deep and dark, so penetrating;
                    he seemed able to look into my soul,
all my thoughts and all my dreams he knew.

          I was unable to look away, then he spoke,
he had the most beautiful voice, like music;
                     so calming and soothing, to my soul,
other sounds faded away and the air was electrified.

          a storm began and the wind howled loudly,
thunder boomed and rain fell in dreadful torrents;
                     my world began to spin out of control,
I was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and desires.

          I wanted to be part of him, to be his forever,
his lips were soft, strong, gentle and demanding;
                      words so sweet that I closed my eyes,
he held me and the pleasure was beyond this world.

          suddenly, I felt a change, a shift in the air,
the storm ended and calmness settled around me;
                       I knew it was over, he was not forever,
after all, just a sweet messenger in a lovely dream.

   _______________________________

August 3, 2013

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Written for the contest, In the Moment, Poet Destroyer


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A dream comes floating - - -

^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ Spirit, a man in a crisp white shirt, head shaved but for one braid with feathers, his blue leggings enthrall me, his intricate beaded moccasins are beautiful, his leather pouch and his glass jewelry lovely, his is very dignified. I could love him. We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River, journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the paddles dipping slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised with vines and flowers. I dip my long black hair into the blue. Falcon, a man with raven hair falling down his back paddles, his feathers are fluttering in the wind, he has dangling earrings, a red cap edged with gold threads, his beads as beautiful as he is, and he is telling me stories of "The People" and smiling at me. I could love him. O, how can this Ojibwa girl choose, I love them both, I truly do, but luckily this is but a dream so I can have both. ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ Narrative December 10, 2012


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Peace Tonight

I sleep in peace tonight.
Hope that day will come.
When I find you underneath the 
Sun.
Waiting for me and a life that never 
stops.
For Eternal love will always be 
there.
And you will know that I care no 
matter the troubles.
That even If death were to come, it 
be with us a couple.
I sleep in peace tonight.
Hoping my family loves, and so do 
my friends.
And that God may forgive for all my 
sins.
Because when I am gone, let there 
be not a tear shed.
But a laugh of remorse, and that you 
treed lightly.
For I will sleep in peace tonight.