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I Dream That I Dream That It Was Only a Dream

“Row-row-row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily-merrily-merrily-merrily life is but a dream” 

Wake up Dad! Wake up!
That nightmare again, huh?
I’m starting to take this personally
You tryin to get rid of me or something?

I just ran over to Jason’s to give his CD back
C’mon outside, I’ll show you
See? Not a scratch or a scar
Don’t you understand? It never happened…

(Oh yeah, can you drop my suit by the cleaners?
BIG occasion…Once in a lifetime ya know
Gotta look sharp and stylish
That girl I like might come
Yeah I know , I’m kinda dreading it too
but He says they can’t start without me)

Copyright © Tim Ryerson

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Hold Me For A Moment

You held me for a moment
For just a moment it would seem
It seems like forever ago
Although I could never remember
Remember those warm-filled months
Between March and November
November was the end
The end and a new beginning
Beginning of a new season
A season such as Spring
As Spring would bring new life into the world
A world with unreasonable sin
A sin as lifeless as Autumn
(Autumn to some called Fall)
Fall, when he would fall
A fallen angel,
An angel gained
Or gaining a loss?
The loss of a day,
The loss of a life
A life that would end as the day turns to night
The night always dark
The dark calls for closed eyes
Eyes that await the promise of a sunrise
And so the sun would rise
But some still remain asleep
A deep sleep they will not wake
Wake me up from this dream
Dreams of an untold story
A story was cut short
Shortness of a heartbeat
A heart with no beat
Better count your blessings
Blessed life-long lessons
Not to lessen the longing
But I still belong to him
He smiles upon me all day all night
The night, I am used to days without light
A light grip, a solid hold
Hold me so that I don't fear no end
End this yearning, hold me for a moment again

Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley

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Chucko is Dead

Chucko Is Dead

It was on Columbus Day, 1962
When Chucko the Birthday Clown
Sang in tones most glorious and free.
“I’m Chucko, I’m Chucko
I’m Chucko the Birthday Clown!”
I was  comfortably ensconced on the couch.
A feigning 10 year old with a pseudo fever,
Sister Mary Daniel was probably making the sign of the cross, 
Up the street at St. Mary’s,
When Chucko the Birthday Clown
Stared into the camera and saw me,
Insignificant me,
Just a freckled punk kid;
Hater of sadistic nuns and boring dry lessons
Of crowded sweaty stinky catholic classrooms
With crucifixes of a dead bloody Jesus.
And the sweet salvation of the universe was not yet apparent.
But Chucko knew all about that.	
He knew the future and the past.
He knew about Kennedy and Kent State
He knew what was coming so imminently,
He looked into that camera at Channel 7
And saw the children of the 50’s
Coming home in body bags from
The jungles of hell,
From the other side of the world,
From the bloody backside 
Where all things are vile and evil.
He saw fear, and an ocean of tears.
He saw ten thousand sunsets
And 50 thousand funerals of the crazy brave.
Even in 1962 
When the country was still a damn good country,
He rode the highways and byways with a pockmarked grin.
But he knew he could never tell of what was coming,
Of the madness and corruption and the greed,
“I’m Chucko, I’m Chucko,
I’m Chucko the birthday clown!”
Mother! Please! Take my hand.
I’m afraid!
Chucko the Birthday Clown is dead.

Copyright © stark hunter

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The Dead of Night

It was the dead of night the cold moon gave a faint light.
It's melancholy glance covered the trees they were bare and barren of leaves.
A scream of terror pierced the night my blood ran cold with fright.
Suddenly I awake from this dream knowing what I have seen.
For you were taken from my side so I hang my head and cry.
I pray to God in peace you will be and I pray the same for me.


Copyright © Joseph Sergi

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Fantine's Fallacy

Life killed the dream that she dared to dream.
Life gave her change,
And Change killed our poor Fantine.

Dark days,
Long nights,
Cold sweat,
Firm hands,
Callous Cackles,
Tooth ache,
Swollen Sores,

Between Life and Death was the only choice,
She prayed that death would strike her by surprise.
If not for her prize,
The fruit of her womb.

Whilst working till she gasped her last breath,
It seemed she lamented her life away.
What had she left after such mistreatment?
Destroyed pride,
And if trust were left in the farthest corner of her soul,
It was to be in man?
Man who drove her to insanity.
Or A Man, a Man with enough pity? 

If not for mistakes, we could live our dreams,
Watch them morph into realities,
And into little perfect stories, 
With flowers, sunshine and happy endings…

But in the midst of wars,
Spiritually, emotionally and amongst humanity,
The brothers are weak,
Whilst the enemy gains strength…
Hope appears to be dead?

The truth is, 
What kept my Lady,
Kept her going for as long as she did,
Was the strength from one greater,
The One that knew her hearts desires,
The One who heard her deepest fears, 
The One who daily dried her tears,
The One who took her home to rest.


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Where darkness,
Goes to rest,
Cold, unwelcome,
Silence towards the end,
Fleeting figures,

Copyright © Deidre Hansen

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I lie in my bed 
In the late evening
When it came to me,
The news 
I was far asleep
But the dept of the news woke me up
William is no more.
My heart flipped in pain even more
And my head hurt me so much more
There he lie on the ground
Knowing nothing of life...
He crossed already to the other side...
Living his family behind
For him there was no more wind
For he has rested in flesh and in mind
I know you,
But now I knew him,
If you could open your eyes on last time
And see your family before the final time
If you could think and feel the pain you left
As you cross over.
I believed you was gone, when I saw you,
What a pity
Such a tragic city
What a cruel world.
We lived together in the day,
But now you live in the night
Every body cries, but yet you lie
Its noisy but yet your eyes are closed
Hours I remained sober
But when I sat and think,
My eyes began to wink
I could not control the tears
And so it rolled down from my eyes
Oh death, why have you no pity
Filthy upon filthy
Curse upon you death
And honor be to birth
So sudden!
And to the family, what a burden
You was my friend
Our friendship was sweetly
But it ended quickly
You will solely be missed
Adieu my before friend

Copyright © Philip Odiete

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You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex
     nerves    conditioned to the tune
            through all the slushy push of distending flesh
                   in the ooze slime of semen ******l fluid
Your eyes turned inward
       heart brimming to the flush
                                   fed by your central runaway generator    
    your frail limbs were hardly sketched
          in the clasp of a Reichian curve
       through all the terrifying pounding
                                                         More terrifying still
Now YOU see the crook of  the aborting metal
   the surgeon's staff
      dig into your behind
    the gossamer sack of your promised dream world
  avoiding at every thrust
                                    the inevitable dismemberment
               charred chicken wings coming apart in cinders

 JOLT of the bend in the crook
           your eyes to the back of you
       a ninja without arms or legs
    whirling upwards
   flying in the face of crookish metal
                   by the grit of your teeth
FIRST your spine goes
              shrivelled skin over mashed bone and marrow
                   the nerves  a calligrapher's skein
       vaguely stretched over your incumbent's drawn face 

TILL your seminal fluid
            stains the blood
                splashing through every thrust
        of the abortionist's clinical will

 YET you resist
        STILL clinging to your umblical chord
  the silent screams of your unformed mouth
        reaching no where
  the mother sprawled on the trolley etherised
In the distance  a faraway distance 
                                                 a vague throbbing
        away from prying eyes
    a ringing call unanswered
                                           and you let go...
 see your will turned to mash

Only your long sleep nurtured your dream
   a singular dream of a snuffed world

    ©  T.Wignesan 1992  (March 10, 1992)
[from the collection: back to background material, 1993]
    On seeing an ecography of an abortion on the FR3 French TV programme: "La Marche du siècle: Contraception et avortement", March 4, 1992 at 20.40 hours. Professor Etienne Baulieu, the inventor of the oral abortive pill, was the guest of honour.               

Copyright © T Wignesan

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For A Cynical, She's Dreamy

Vague and Pure
Pieces of Miseries
Sad but Obscure
Dream of the wrong person
Live trying to be in the right.

Close your eyes shut
Sequel of puzzled dreams
You owe them explanations.
They can’t pay with a rewind.

Love is endless
Could be a river of sins
Or a plateau of pretensions.
How could I spell it out?
When my heart’s dry.

I once dream
T’was once a fantasy
I made it reality.
Walk Past like a nightmare
Now I reminisce with a bottle of LIGHT

Here’s to a box of life
Only escaping in dreams
Fear tied the realist
Close thy eyes til’ the innocents awake.

Copyright © Yvette Dignos

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I Dream in Tornado

I dream in tornado,
          gray spinning 
               blade of pulsing

Copyright © Anthony Slausen

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Death Dream

When I do sleep, I wake to a freshly brewed cup of pain,
I dream of you, aching to forget, still misery remains.
A final breath of love, fading away from sudden depart,
His exhaled soul left mine spoiled with a rancid heart.

Never ceasing, the punishing wind recites whispers of his name,
This sadistic storm circulates my one regret that remains.
Perhaps a prediction could have prevented our days as few.
And so, a passing penitence persists-I wasn't there to save you.

Now, all I can do is inscribe your name in the bay,
Fusing my tears with the tide as you gently wash away, 
Like a tailored dress, a faithful fit, altering me for eternity, 
Replaced your absence, a gaping void sits in for serenity.

No matter how many tears I shed on your behalf,
Will ever bring back the smile in your sparkling laugh. 
Our bond, was as soon as gone, each day and the next i dread,
Anemic allegiance, devotion deficiency, lack of a love once fed. 

Yearning for a spell of ease from his manifesting place, 
Just one touch from his lips or the warmness from his face.
Parched passion is dispersed with ashes out to the deep blue, 
Like a butterfly dipped in water, my wings are lifeless without you.

Copyright © Chelsea McGInnis

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Requiem For the Absolute

Take the sun away, and find me in a new day
The laws of this land are so hard to obey
You've showed me the way where we must all g
oTaken from me this beautiful sanctuary
Required till this day was your frozen soul
Blessed art thee for you have conquered 
So gently you unwrapped my hopes and dreams
Lost and numb my heart beckons for the day
Relinquish these hands searching for my soul
Find a way to make me through this day
Requiem for the absolute- a prayer that cannot wait
Requiem for the absolute-I'll wait till the hymns be said
Requiem for the absolute- the dream that will not end
Barriers that create I create-- her suffering the cause of pain
While you sang to me about the dead star so innocently
So I came to thee while your eyes were glistening ever so sweetly
Inspired by thee I can't wait to see the day (the day)
when I have got you in my grave 
Relinquish these hands searching for my soul
Find a way to make me through this day
Requiem for the absolute- a prayer that cannot wait
Requiem for the absolute-I'll wait till the hymns be said
Requiem for the absolute- the dream that will not end
Relinquish these hands searching for my soul
Find a way to make me through this day
Requiem for the absolute- a prayer that cannot wait
Requiem for the absolute-I'll wait till the hymns be said
Requiem for the absolute- the dream that will not end

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

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Procession of the dead

All in a dream 
A procession
A walking past 

A feeling of their acceptance
All ages seen but mainly a happy old 
Another strange dream best left untold

Some faces I recognise there
Seen with a smile a wave old Granddad
So my lovely Grandma the paternal side

There look are the kind Mr and Mrs Lozelle 
There between them in their holding hands
There pretty little Jacquie

Overcome with emotion 
Even in dreams
Let me see no more

Dedicated to Mr & Mrs Lozelle and Jacquie from my dream, killed in a tragic car accident
in 1971

Copyright © Nigel Fox

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my love for him

I lay in his arms
sleep but aware of his presence
I dream of blue oceans
I dream of blue seas
each warm kiss I feel from him
the water becomes wetter in my dreams
I dream of  a shipwreck
we're deserted out at sea
so I sing of my love for him in the sweetest melody
and I sing of my love for him hoping he'll swim along
I sing of my love for him as he slowly becomes the sea
the love I sing for him carries on through decades eternally
now I sing to collect souls
I cursed the sea to stir the waters and wreck the sailors boats
I sing of my love for him in the sweetest melody
to lure in and claim the lives as sacrifices 
for my love I lost at sea

Copyright © amber causey

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I've always wanted to love you the way that you desired, never wanting my mind or 
heart to retire.

Watching you live your life to make me elated, only now feeling as if I were hated.

So beautiful in your own way you are,
I know that your heart is laced with scars.

Some of which I caused and for that I'm ashamed, Why did I keep doing it? What 
can I gain?

A fool is how I feel for the damage I've caused, Praying everyday that all is not lost.

I finally "got it" and where I've messed up, We both say; "it's not you, it's me" and 
then we give up.

Struggling to fix myself where I have failed before, cast from my house, sent out 
the door.

Can I ever come back? Will she let me in?
Not just our house but her heart that's worn thin.

This is my dream, to love you forever,
and never loose sight with the greatest endeavor.

Copyright © Jon B. Rangel