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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 look behind to see my dream has shattered
into a million pieces on the floor
I knew that this was going to happen
but didn't know it would hurt much more
It was the only way this dream should end
it wasn't one that had a hope
it's better off in a million pieces
I'm just not sure how to cope
I know that I must now recover
and learn to build my dreams again
I just need to build them better
and make them those I can attain
I know the hurting will continue
for a time at least
but from my dream that lies here shattered
I'll take from it one piece
It's something that I'll carry forward
into my new dream I must take
for it's the thought of possibilities
this piece of dream did wake
But it's the image my dream created
is that which hurts the more
I think it's this that lies in tatters
strewn across the floor.
You are the tear that follows me
the ache within my soul
the bitter-sweet that sings to me
my heart you came and stole
You are a dream beyond my reach
a wish I can not touch
it breaks my heart to be so close
for I love you far too much
You are a kiss I can't make real
a whisper never spoken
a cherished thought that stays asleep
a smile lying broken
You are the one I can not have
no matter how it pains
my dream for which I sit and grieve
a shadow that remains
You are the sun that has to set
our time just couldn't last
I need to wait for the dawn to break
while I mourn for is past.
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Brian strand's 'One off contest'
She's a diner girl
A trucker's fantasy
A little bit tough
While being sexy
Sure she likes to flirt
A tool of her trade
She has them dreaming
Thinking they'll get laid
The tips all add up
For dreams of her own
When her shift's over
She goes home alone
You think you know her
She plays the part well
Your glimpse of heaven
Her personal hell
Are grander than this
She desires more
Than a truckers kiss
Nothing can stop her
Or get in her way
The World needs dreamers
Who dream better days
I need you to be my earth angel
I need you to kiss away tears
I need you to comfort my soul
I need you to conquer my fears
I want you to be my hero
I want you to release my dream
I want you to be my victor
I want you to love to extreme
I need you to be my sunshine
I need you to drench me like rain
I need you to bathe me in light
I need you assuage my pain
I want you to be my lover
I want you to make me to feel
I want you to teach me pleasure
I want you to make it surreal
I need…I want…I must have you
I burn with unquenchable fire
Your prowess… the essence of life
The source of burning desire
If this is too much that I ask
To comply with beyond your will
Then, oh, just let me adore you
Of your charm, let me have my fill
I only want to be near you
To bask in your beauty so fine
Your words resurrect me to life
They transport me to the divine
Oh please, let your presence cover
In your glow let my poor heart bask
I long to lie in your shadow
Oh, my love, is this much to ask?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
Wondering, were we ever there or not?
A crescent moon smiled down on me,
Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
And it was there, that me, you found.
Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
My love for you, I could not hide.
I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
Your gentle voice was the only sound.
My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.
I was embraced within your arms,
As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
When our kindred spirits did entwine.
So sad was I when the time came to part,
As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
When I awoke and found you there.
I search your woods, I walk them long
Through every twilight mood and beat;
Sometimes, the mirage peals a storm
Or gushes rain as ferns entreat.
While droning fireflies bright as stars
Pound on my chest like stones' mild tap
A whispered breeze speaks our memoirs
On hanging vines as buds unwrap.
From nowhere, smoke darkens the view
As foul ravens begin their prowl;
Your shadow looms high, to pursue
dark wings, but frailty takes control
Last night I dreamt the same vignette
Where those bleak eyes wailed down on me
An omen sighing, that love’s at threat;
Till your woods roused my fantasy.
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Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks
Along with an adorable personality
I'd have to beat the ladies off with a stick
Love it if this was suddenly reality
Hollywood would continually be bugging me
To make millions from my glorious kisser
Certainly be renowned the whole world over
But dear Cathie, I'd surely miss her
I'd send for her as soon as I bought a mansion
Overlooking the beautiful blue sea
Would say farewell to my bevy of beauties
So honoured to have had a piece of me
This new cyber world allows for such musing
I could actually be of the opposite sex
Now I've really got you wondering haven't I
So you never know what to expect
Well I must confess I'm a ten year old genius
With a brain the size of a basketball
Eat gigabytes of data, morning, noon and night
And spit out gobs of wisdom to all
Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks
Dream on you old geezer, dream on
A major overhaul would certainly be necessary
And I don't think you've got that long
© Jack Ellison 2013
Go to sleep little child;
Close your eyes and shut them tight,
For we do not know if day will break
And be swallowed up by night.
But for now, worry not, my dear;
The dark's not as bad as it seems.
Though darkness looms over the future,
You can still escape into your dreams.
Lie still my darling baby;
Breathe calmly and breathe slow
Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night
And the moon's hypnotic glow.
Worry not about the closet
Or the things under your bed;
Escape into Dreamland, my dear,
Safe from all the things you dread.
And if tomorrow fails in coming,
At least you will not be here;
Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams...
Or be consumed by your fears.
Sorrow chokes sanity
in the brimstone fumes of Hell
that consumes all but memory
plastered against the walls of his cell.
My mind can't comprehend...
Perhaps he did wrong
or mercy he did not lend,
but here resides the angel of song.
His wings are torn,
tattered like his serenity
when he fell into heat's scorn.
Once he was beauty's epiphany.
The shofar's sound dwindled
to let screams take stage.
The music he once kindled
turned against him in bloody rage.
Yet he will rise once more.
The fallen creature in his cell
and will play a new music's score
telling of the angel in Hell.